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She arrived at the restaurant dressed as he instructed: dark skirt to mid-thigh, sheer white blouse, black lace bra and thong, garter belt and stockings, boots with at least 2″ heels and, since it is winter, a jacket or coat. She walked into the bar area, fully aware of the eyes of every man (and several women) following her across the room. After ordering a drink (this he let her choose on her own) and looking around for him, having seen his picture and told how he would be dressed (all in black). She sat there for a while looking for him. Soon, she started to become nervous and had to fend off an offer or two to buy her a drink. He approached her from behind, speaking quietly but confidently in her ear, “I hope you won’t turn me down too.” Nervously, she turned her head around quickly. She could almost hear her own heart beating as the recognition showed on her face, smiling followed almost immediately by blushing and looking down. He smiled back and almost chuckled as he took her drink and led her to their table. It was in the middle of the busy section of the restaurant. He complimented her on her outfit, the implication that he was also complimenting her on her ability to follow orders unmistakable in his voice. For twenty minutes he talked to her about her trip until she relaxed and began to enjoy herself. Then he leaned forward and removed all feelings of being relaxed by giving her a command. “You will go to the restroom, remove your bra and panties, and carry them back to the table in your hand,” he said quietly, just above the noise around them. Her eyes widened with a combination of shock and excitement. A short time later she returned to the table, a ball of black lace mostly hidden in her hand and her eyes scanning the room to see if anyone noticed. He told her how proud he was of her, making her blush and look down again. But she looked up immediately when he told her to place them on the table. Glancing around to see if the waiter was nearby, she did as she was told. He smiled and slowly took them, placing them in his pocket. The appetizers arrived and he started the small talk again, his gaze reminding her now and then of how exposed she was now. After they had finished eating their entrees, during which time he devoured her with his eyes, he ordered one dessert and two spoons. She noticed that the waiter could not help but stare at her nearly naked chest. As soon as he left the table, he ask her to put out her hand. Placing a pair of handcuffs in her palm, he told her to put them on. Again, nervous but excited, she complied, keeping them hidden below the table. When the dessert arrived, he ate most of it, feeding her a few bites now and then. He paid the check and take her coat from the back of her chair and draped it over her wrists, hiding the cuffs before she got up from the table, and he grabbed a couple of mints on the way out. As they walked down the street to his office, he kept his hand on her back, sometimes moving it down to caress her ass. The streets were not crowded but they were far from empty and she wondered constantly if anyone could tell that she was not wearing anything under her blouse and skirt or the cuffs on her wrists. At one point, he “accidentally” dropped the wrapper for his mint to the ground and asked her to pick it up for him, smiling as she attempted to bend down without exposing either the nakedness beneath her skirt or the handcuffs she was wearing. A valet opened the door to the office almanbahis şikayet building for them. “There’s a restaurant in the basement,” he explained and led her a few steps to the right of the stairs to the door of his company’s office. He unlocked the glass doors and let her enter the darkened space before him. “Go to the right and enter the second office on the right, please,” he said as he locked the door behind him. She walked along carefully hoping he was right that they would be alone in the office. Entering his office, she saw a tall open desk with a computer on it on the right, two stools and a chair in front of that, a whiteboard on the wall to the left and a short table and chair in the left back corner. The rest of the room was empty and open. She noticed the table was covered with a cloth of some kind and it appeared to have things under it. There was a small pile of pillows on the floor in the open part of the room. He entered the room behind her and turned the lights on low, taking her coat without a word then came back and stand in front of her, uncomfortably close. Holding her gaze, he took off the handcuffs, walked back to the chair in the corner, placing the handcuffs on top of the cloth covering the table, and sat down. He let her stand there awhile, waiting, wondering what was to come next, just looking at her with a devious smile on his face. Finally, when she was good and nervous, he finally gave her the next command. “Remove all of your clothing, fold it neatly and place it on the floor next to the table. Then kneel on the pillows with your knees wide apart, hands behind your back, and your head down.” She began to comply, unbuttoning her blouse. Very aware that his eyes were focused intently on her in the dim light, she blushed again, this time, she felt, over her whole body. She folded her blouse and placed it on the floor where instructed, bending over at the waist and, noticing, out of the corner of her eye, his gaze following her attentively. She unzipped and wiggled out of her skirt, again bending at the waist and trying to steal a look at his reaction (knowing, somehow, that an overt glance would mean trouble). His expression remained intense but unchanged as she folded and placed her skirt next to her blouse. Becoming nervous, she quickly unzipped and removed her boots, unfastening her stockings while bracing herself against the wall to remove them, unhook and remove her garter belt, folding the clothing and putting it in place. It is only now she became aware of how utterly exposed she was. This is made even more apparent when she heard voices of people passing by the window just to his left. Quickly but not hurriedly, she took her place on the pillows, thankful that she didn’t have to kneel on the rough, thin, office carpet. Once again, he let her wait there, eyes cast downward, letting her mind run wild with what would happen next. She finally heard him rise from the chair. He walked across the room and turned the lights up fully. She was glad that the blinds on the window were closed tightly. She heard and then saw hium walk around her slowly: once, twice, three times. Circling like someone inspecting a potential purchase. After the third time, he stopped directly in front of her and crouched down. He lifted her chin to look directly into his eyes. His face was firm, but not angry. She knew, without his saying anything, that she was not to look away, no matter what. She felt his fingers on almanbahis canlı casino her right breast, gently caressing and stroking it. His thumb rubbing the nipple in slow circles. He pinched it roughly but quickly as he removed his hand and held his finger in front of her mouth. “Open your mouth,” he said, and as she did, he put his finger inside. Instinctively, she closed her mouth and began to suck his finger, running her tongue around and up and down its length. Her eagerness caused the merest hint of a smile to cross the corners of his mouth. Making her moan quietly out of desire, he removed his finger from her mouth and rubbed the wetness over her right nipple, glancing down briefly to blow over it. It hardened even more than it had from the slight chill of being naked. He repeated the process with her left breast, more slowly this time, allowing her to suck on his finger for longer. Then she felt his hand move down her stomach slowly, stopping just short of the heat between her legs. From there he moved it across her hip and caressed her gorgeous ass briefly but firmly. His hand moved down the outside of her right thigh and then, more slowly than seemed possible, his fingers lightly began travelling up the inside of her leg, slowing even more as they reached the top. Ever so lightly, one finger barely brushed against her there and then over to the outside of her left thigh. Down and back up again, this time, finally, she felt one of his fingers part the lips, feeling how hot and wet she was there. In incredibly small increments, he pushed one finger inside of her, causing her to gasp and close her eyes. When she opened her eyes, she checked his face to see if he seemed unhappy but his expression was unchanged. He held his finger there, absolutely still. She struggled to keep from working herself on it as he gently reminded her to not to move. After what seemed an eternity, he removed his finger even more slowly and brought it up to his face. His eyes closed as he drank in her scent and his tongue flicked out for just an instant to taste her. “Open again,“ he said softly and she greedily devoured the wetness from his finger, closing her eyes again. She felt his finger pulling free from between her lips and teeth and opened her eyes to see him standing. “Stay on her knees and bring the chair next to the stools over here and kneel beside it, head down and hands behind her back,” he commanded gently, but firmly. Struggling a bit to move the chair on her knees, she obeyed and he sat in the chair. He let her kneel there again, waiting and wondering before he spoke. “I am going to spank you now. Not because you have done anything wrong but because I want to and, I know, that you want me to,” he said in a firm, strong voice. “Lay across my lap,” he commanded, patting his leg, and she quickly did so. She felt his hand on her ass cheeks both gently caressing and firmly grasping them and then his hand sliding between her thighs, teasing her wetness. “Do you want to be spanked,” he asked. She sighed the word, “Yes.” “Then ask for it. Beg for it,” he continued. Without knowing she was doing it, she found herself pleading with him to spank her ass. Telling him that she wanted it and needed it. “You are to count each stroke out loud. Do you understand?” She nodded. “Say it out loud and address me properly.” “Yes, Master, I understand.” The words were new and unfamiliar but somehow comfortable. He began fairly gently, slapping almanbahis casino her right cheek first then the left. She kept count as the strokes become harder but not regular or predictable. She thought he might stop at twenty but he didn’t and she was glad as she was ready and willing and even anxious for more. When he got to thirty, he said “Your ass is such a wonderful shade of red.” He let his fingers trail over it lightly, barely touching it, causing her to flinch. “Did you enjoy that?” “Yes, Master, I did,” she sighed and thanked him for it willingly and at length. “Back on your knees,” he commanded and he stood in front of her as she did. As she watched intently, he pulled his hard, throbbing cock out of his pants. He stroked it slowly, holding it right in front of her face. “Do you know what I want you to do now,” he asked. She nodded, unable to say the words at that moment. “What do you think that is?” “You want me to suck your cock.” “Ask for it.” “May I suck your cock, Master?” “Beg for it. Be explicit and specific.” Immediately and uncontrollably, the words poured out of her in between panting breaths. His excitement making hers all the more intense. He let her plead for a little while and then shoved his cock into her mouth, grabbing her hair and forcing her head down onto it. He pulled out a little and let her catch her breath, then he began to move her head back and forth on his thick cock, slowly at first but becoming faster and more forceful quickly to the point where he was pushing her face into his crotch and burying her nose in his pubic hair. Then he held her head in both hands and began to fuck her mouth, driving his hips back and forth. “Moan for me,” he told her, “show me how much you love sucking my cock.” She began to moan loudly and continuously as he continue to push his cock deep into her throat, choking her a few times. She tried but could not keep control and moved her hands from behind her back to his ass, pulling him into her mouth. He groaned and allowed her to control the speed and force for a while. Suddenly he stopped and pulled out. “Are you ready to show me that you are serious about serving me,” he asked. He turned around and bent over. “Kiss my ass, slave,” he told her. She smiled and planted gentle and then more forceful kisses across his cheeks. She knew that more was expected of her when his hands moved back and pulled them apart. She pressed her face between them and kissed his asshole directly, parting her lips and caressing it with her tongue. His moan emboldened her and she began to lick it feverishly, finally pushing her tongue inside. “Oh, you’re a very good slave,” he told her as he pushed back onto it. He let her continue for a while then stood up straight again, turned around, and began to fuck her mouth again. Again, suddenly, he pulled out and pushed her back. Grabbing her hair again with one hand, he stroked his wet, glistening cock with the other. “Do you want my cum on your face,” he asked. She nodded and cast her eyes downward. “You know you’ll have to beg for it,” he told her. She learned quickly and pled and beg for his “thick, hot cum” on her “pretty face”. He smiled and furiously jerked his cock until it spurted thick, warm streams of cum that covered her cheeks and nose and fell into her open and waiting mouth. He let her suck the last of it out of his still rock hard cock and she moaned again as she did. He bent down and kissed her, their tongues feverishly wrapping around each other as he tasted his cum and felt her desire. “What a good little slut you are,” he said and asked “would you like to be allowed to cum now?” She began begging loudly and immediately, the wetness between her legs almost dripping down her thighs already.

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