The CALL
The telephone rang three times before Lisa reached for the receiver.
“Hello, this is Lisa, how may I help you?”
No answer. She tried again.
“Hello, this is..”
“Not fast enough!!” The voice in her ear was firm and edged with anger. “I expect you to pick up my calls on the first ring!!”
A chill went up Lisa’s spine. She whispered into the mouthpiece. “I am so sorry, I did not know it was you.”
“It is always I.” The slight sibilance as he spoke made had her feeling hot breath in her ear. “Address me with full voice and proper respect.”
Lisa sat up straight and took a deep breath. She focused on a painting on the far wall to steady herself.
“I am just going to close my door….. Sir.” She was trying to use her normal voice, but the tension had her ears ringing and she was not certain.
“You don’t tell me what you are going to do!!” There was a hint of menace now.
Lisa fought the rising panic. Her free hand gripped the arm of her leather chair.
She looked out into the hall for any sign of activity, craning her neck to see as far as possible. It was empty.
Measuring her tones, she spoke again. “Sir, may I please close the door?”
“You may.” His voice was low and level.
Lisa put the receiver down on her desk and walked over to the door. Her legs were wobbling under her. She quickly glanced out through the door to look for nearby people.
The only one was her secretary.
“Janice, no calls while my door is closed.” She closed the door without waiting for a response and returned to her chair. She reflexively smoothed her skirt before picking the telephone up again.
Her voice was more controlled now. “I am back, Sir.”
“You are far too slow. Did last night's punishment teach you nothing?”
As Lisa settled back into her high-back leather chair the events of the previous evening, suppressed by the demands of a busy morning, came flooding back into her mind.
Her buttocks stung afresh as welts seemed to reappear. Her wrists burned as the rope bit into them again. The firm grasp of the leather straps on her ankles as the spreader bar held her thighs wide open. The taunts echoing as the lashes fell.
“Slut!! You are nothing but a cheap whore!!
The riding crop was well aimed and landed true with each stroke. She remembered the slow, torturous path as she went from feeling pain to endorphin induced pleasure to the ecstatic reverie of sub-space. She had lost track of time when he finally stopped and released her from the overhead hooks. She vaguely remembered being helped to waddle to the horse where she lay on her belly, exhausted. He caressed her burning buttocks with a mink towel as she fell asleep,
“Put me on speaker.” Lisa snapped back into the moment. She complied automatically.
Lisa knew she would have to stay focused. He controlled with a low, intense voice, She dare not miss a word.
The speaker hummed with the ambient noise but he was not speaking. Lisa realized she had missed a cue, yet again, and rushed to respond.
“Thank you Sir, thank you for last night. I was a bad girl and I deserved to be punished severely.”
The speaker crackled. “Better.”
Lisa lowered her eyes instinctively, even with no one to witness her obsequiousness.
“Now listen carefully, my pet, I will not repeat myself.” His voice was calm, steady, mesmerizing.
“Yes, Sir.” Her strangled tone told him her head was bowed.
“Open your desk drawer and tell me what you see.”
“Sir, I have paper clips, pens, a letter opener, stapler, mints..”
“Then we are ready to play. Obey me completely and you will be rewarded later. Fail me once and your punishment will be thorough”
Lisa squirmed in her chair. Anticipation of playing, reward and even punishment set her head reeling.
“Put both feet on your desk. Pull out the drawer between your legs.”
Lisa complied and realized that she was as effectively trapped as if tied to a spreader bar. Her thighs were pressed against the arms of the chair and the drawer pressed her calves open. She was adjusting her skirt when a noise outside her door made her start. A wave of panic hit, Had she locked the door? Why did she dare do this at work, where getting caught would mean irretrievable harm to her? The chance of discovery added an irresistible frisson to the encounter which almost compensated for the lack of physical proximity. It mattered not, she was unable to resist his every wish, with no regard for her own well being. She had to trust he would not cause her irreparable harm. Had to, and did. She was his, completely.
“I am ready, Sir.”
“Unbutton your blouse.”
Lisa closed her eyes and laid her head back. Her slender fingers took the top button and slid it through the hole.
“One,..two...three...four....done, Sir.” She counted off dutifully. Without bidding she pulled the blouse open to reveal her taut belly and a black silk brassiere Unconsciously she cupped her breasts in each hand and squeezed, pinching the nipples. It was good that he could not witness her pleasuring herself without permission.
“Put your hands on the chair arms!!” he barked into the phone. How had he known what she was doing? Or was it just that he knew her well?
“Yes Sir, sorry Sir.” she mewled like a wet kitten.
“I'll hang up right now, if you don't behave.” His tone was a slap to get her attention.
“Please Sir, don't hang up, I will do exactly as you ask.” She leaned forward, pleading to the phone. “I am a good girl, I will do what I am told.”
“You are a slut.” He spat the words out.
“I am a slut, Sir.” she whispered.
“You are my slut.” He was firm now.
“I am your slut, Sir.” she said with a smile in her voice.
“Take your breasts out and rest them on your bra.”
Lisa scooped each breast out and tucked the cup beneath them. Her breasts were pushed high on her chest and presented as if on a platter.
"Done, Sir.”
Lisa looked down at the smooth, unmarked skin and remembered the last time been displayed this way. Her hands had been bound behind her back and she was blindfolded. He took her breasts out and rested them on the bra. She quivered in anticipation of nipple clamps, or perhaps a rowel. The first drop of molten candle wax made her jump. The sensation was novel and she did not know its source. Then a second drop, hot, burning, closer to the nipple. The third drop covered the nipple and she yelped involuntarily. Suddenly her other nipple was aflame and she gasped. Then the flame turned cold. It was ice. For an hour he had teased her with molten wax and ice, alternating hot and cold, driving sensations to her very core. Then he removed the blindfold to reveal his handiwork. He brought her, still bound, to a mirror so she could look. Her breasts were completely encrusted in red wax, long rivulets frozen to her skin. The wax dripped down onto her belly and even some between her legs. She admired herself for some time, then he lead her back to the room and continued to play with her. The wax had remained in place until she was cleaning up the next morning. She had always favored souvenirs of her sessions.
“Reach into your desk drawer and pick out two large paper clips. Take the clips and place one on each nipple so that the longer end points straight up.”
Lisa pulled her thumb and forefinger across her tongue to wet them and then pulled the nipple tight away from the breast. She slid the clip down and winced. The nipple stood proud against the flesh, the clip waving as she moved. Lisa repeated for the other breast.
“Done, Sir.” she spoke through an intake of breath.
“Now take two pens. Hang one from the end of each clip so they hang together between your breasts.”
Lisa complied, twisting each nipple inward and hanging a pen. The torqued flesh let each pen bob as she moved, pulling and tugging, eliciting little squeaks of pleasure with each bounce.
“Done Sir,”
“Do your nipples ache?”
“Yes Sir, but it is a good ache.”
“Good, now get another pen. Print my name on your breasts, first name on the left, last name on the right, Big letters, I want to be able to read it from across the room.”
Lisa twisted herself in the chair to better view the top of her breasts. As she pressed the inked point to the flesh waves rippled down to the nipple and caused the cantilevered pen to jump sympathetically. Each pen stroke twisted the nipple again. Lisa suppressed tiny gasps as she marked herself.
“Done, Sir.” She exhaled all those suppressed gasps in one breath.
“Read it to me.”
Lisa strained her neck to look down, as if seeing those words for the first time.. Her voice struggled past the compressed larynx.
“Mark......Cross.”
“And who is that?”
“My Master.”
“Very good, You are a good pet.”
“Thank you, Sir, I try.” She allowed herself a smile.
“Now, get that pack of mints.”
Puzzled, Lisa reached for the innocuous candy in her drawer.
After a moment he spoke again. “Take a mint from the container and put it on your tongue. Roll it around in your mouth. Good girl, now reach down and lift your skirt for me” Lisa's eyes flicked open wide momentarily. “Pull your panties to one side.”
Lisa smiled, she was ready to bring herself to climax for him. She slowly slid her panties to the left, taking advantage of her solitude to flick one finger across her throbbing clit just for the sensation. As she sat back an errant swirl of cool air from the vent above licked her labia and sent a shiver up her spine.
“Panties aside, pussy presented Sir.” Anticipation bubbled in her voice.
“Take your left index finger and place it on your clit,”
Lisa obeyed and squirmed in her chair. Her clit pulsated on her fingertip and she pressed down She was on the edge of climax and just awaited his final command.
“Now, pull up the hood. Pull hard.”
She winced, it was tight.
“Done, Sir.”
“Now take the mint and put it under the hood, touching your clit.”
Lisa reached into her mouth and took out the moist candy. She placed it carefully as directed.
“Now, place both hands on the arms of the chair and sit still.”
"Am, Sir.”
The mint pressed against her engorged clitoris to little effect. She could feel it move slightly with every pulse beat, but she could only wonder what was intended, what his next command would be, this all seemed so innocuous.
Then there was a sharp intake of breath and her eyes popped open. The menthol oil in the mint had begun to react with the delicate tissue of her clit. It felt cold and hot together. Lisa shifted slightly in the seat. Her focus was being drawn to the singular sensation between her legs. The mint continued to melt as her pussy grew moister, sending icy hot rivers down her labia. She struggled to keep her hands locked on the arms of the chair as she twisted her hips and buttocks in reaction. The drawer edges bit into her calves, restricting her motion as she tried to find a friction source to bring relief. Her clitoris was on fire, fully erect and visible poking past the labia as it throbbed in protest. The slightest waft of air was as ice on the mint covered flesh.
“Cum for me.” She knew the tone, encouraging but firm. Lisa would not be released unless she climaxed. She was excited and frustrated by the bounds of the game.
Concentrate! She had to concentrate. The movement of her hips developed a rhythm, and she began to describe a circular motion on the seat. The motion pulled the mint against her clit, rubbing as she rolled. Clenching and unclenching her vagina pulled her pussy lips tight, increasing the sensations. All the rocking was making the pens bounce on her nipples, twisting the delicate flesh. Once she caught the right beat, she felt the climax building quickly. It took less than a minute for her to explode.
“I’m cummmiiiinnggg!!” she failed to muffle the scream as waves of orgasm shook her. Her pelvis thrust down into the chair harder as she climaxed, shaking the desk and rattling the telephone.
When the last spasm passed, Lisa slumped in the seat and let out a long sigh.
“Good pet.” There was a click and the phone went dead. Lisa smiled weakly, then laid her head back to recover for a few seconds. When she felt energy returning, she slowly untangled herself from the desk drawer and sat up straight. Removing the remaining remnant of mint from her pussy, she looked at it for a moment, then popped it in her mouth.
She stood up and went over to a small mirror to make herself presentable again. Blouse buttoned, skirt straightened, hair combed. Her lipstick was smudged, so she freshened it. A final inspection and she was ready for the real world again.
Lisa opened her door and looked out at Janice.
‘Any calls?”
“Just one,” Janice replied, “Your husband has been calling for an hour, I have him on hold once I saw your extension light go out.”
“Put him through, thanks.”
Lisa returned to her desk and punched the extension button. “Hi, it’s me.”
“Hi honey, I have been trying to reach you.” He sounded anxious.
“I was… tied up with a client.” Lisa was shuffling papers on her desk distractedly.
“I booked a hotel for the weekend upstate, I think we need to get away.”
Lisa paused a moment too long and replied. “You’re right, I do need to get away. We can talk about it later.” She hung up the phone and went back to work.
“Hello, this is Lisa, how may I help you?”
No answer. She tried again.
“Hello, this is..”
“Not fast enough!!” The voice in her ear was firm and edged with anger. “I expect you to pick up my calls on the first ring!!”
A chill went up Lisa’s spine. She whispered into the mouthpiece. “I am so sorry, I did not know it was you.”
“It is always I.” The slight sibilance as he spoke made had her feeling hot breath in her ear. “Address me with full voice and proper respect.”
Lisa sat up straight and took a deep breath. She focused on a painting on the far wall to steady herself.
“I am just going to close my door….. Sir.” She was trying to use her normal voice, but the tension had her ears ringing and she was not certain.
“You don’t tell me what you are going to do!!” There was a hint of menace now.
Lisa fought the rising panic. Her free hand gripped the arm of her leather chair.
She looked out into the hall for any sign of activity, craning her neck to see as far as possible. It was empty.
Measuring her tones, she spoke again. “Sir, may I please close the door?”
“You may.” His voice was low and level.
Lisa put the receiver down on her desk and walked over to the door. Her legs were wobbling under her. She quickly glanced out through the door to look for nearby people.
The only one was her secretary.
“Janice, no calls while my door is closed.” She closed the door without waiting for a response and returned to her chair. She reflexively smoothed her skirt before picking the telephone up again.
Her voice was more controlled now. “I am back, Sir.”
“You are far too slow. Did last night's punishment teach you nothing?”
As Lisa settled back into her high-back leather chair the events of the previous evening, suppressed by the demands of a busy morning, came flooding back into her mind.
Her buttocks stung afresh as welts seemed to reappear. Her wrists burned as the rope bit into them again. The firm grasp of the leather straps on her ankles as the spreader bar held her thighs wide open. The taunts echoing as the lashes fell.
“Slut!! You are nothing but a cheap whore!!
The riding crop was well aimed and landed true with each stroke. She remembered the slow, torturous path as she went from feeling pain to endorphin induced pleasure to the ecstatic reverie of sub-space. She had lost track of time when he finally stopped and released her from the overhead hooks. She vaguely remembered being helped to waddle to the horse where she lay on her belly, exhausted. He caressed her burning buttocks with a mink towel as she fell asleep,
“Put me on speaker.” Lisa snapped back into the moment. She complied automatically.
Lisa knew she would have to stay focused. He controlled with a low, intense voice, She dare not miss a word.
The speaker hummed with the ambient noise but he was not speaking. Lisa realized she had missed a cue, yet again, and rushed to respond.
“Thank you Sir, thank you for last night. I was a bad girl and I deserved to be punished severely.”
The speaker crackled. “Better.”
Lisa lowered her eyes instinctively, even with no one to witness her obsequiousness.
“Now listen carefully, my pet, I will not repeat myself.” His voice was calm, steady, mesmerizing.
“Yes, Sir.” Her strangled tone told him her head was bowed.
“Open your desk drawer and tell me what you see.”
“Sir, I have paper clips, pens, a letter opener, stapler, mints..”
“Then we are ready to play. Obey me completely and you will be rewarded later. Fail me once and your punishment will be thorough”
Lisa squirmed in her chair. Anticipation of playing, reward and even punishment set her head reeling.
“Put both feet on your desk. Pull out the drawer between your legs.”
Lisa complied and realized that she was as effectively trapped as if tied to a spreader bar. Her thighs were pressed against the arms of the chair and the drawer pressed her calves open. She was adjusting her skirt when a noise outside her door made her start. A wave of panic hit, Had she locked the door? Why did she dare do this at work, where getting caught would mean irretrievable harm to her? The chance of discovery added an irresistible frisson to the encounter which almost compensated for the lack of physical proximity. It mattered not, she was unable to resist his every wish, with no regard for her own well being. She had to trust he would not cause her irreparable harm. Had to, and did. She was his, completely.
“I am ready, Sir.”
“Unbutton your blouse.”
Lisa closed her eyes and laid her head back. Her slender fingers took the top button and slid it through the hole.
“One,..two...three...four....done, Sir.” She counted off dutifully. Without bidding she pulled the blouse open to reveal her taut belly and a black silk brassiere Unconsciously she cupped her breasts in each hand and squeezed, pinching the nipples. It was good that he could not witness her pleasuring herself without permission.
“Put your hands on the chair arms!!” he barked into the phone. How had he known what she was doing? Or was it just that he knew her well?
“Yes Sir, sorry Sir.” she mewled like a wet kitten.
“I'll hang up right now, if you don't behave.” His tone was a slap to get her attention.
“Please Sir, don't hang up, I will do exactly as you ask.” She leaned forward, pleading to the phone. “I am a good girl, I will do what I am told.”
“You are a slut.” He spat the words out.
“I am a slut, Sir.” she whispered.
“You are my slut.” He was firm now.
“I am your slut, Sir.” she said with a smile in her voice.
“Take your breasts out and rest them on your bra.”
Lisa scooped each breast out and tucked the cup beneath them. Her breasts were pushed high on her chest and presented as if on a platter.
"Done, Sir.”
Lisa looked down at the smooth, unmarked skin and remembered the last time been displayed this way. Her hands had been bound behind her back and she was blindfolded. He took her breasts out and rested them on the bra. She quivered in anticipation of nipple clamps, or perhaps a rowel. The first drop of molten candle wax made her jump. The sensation was novel and she did not know its source. Then a second drop, hot, burning, closer to the nipple. The third drop covered the nipple and she yelped involuntarily. Suddenly her other nipple was aflame and she gasped. Then the flame turned cold. It was ice. For an hour he had teased her with molten wax and ice, alternating hot and cold, driving sensations to her very core. Then he removed the blindfold to reveal his handiwork. He brought her, still bound, to a mirror so she could look. Her breasts were completely encrusted in red wax, long rivulets frozen to her skin. The wax dripped down onto her belly and even some between her legs. She admired herself for some time, then he lead her back to the room and continued to play with her. The wax had remained in place until she was cleaning up the next morning. She had always favored souvenirs of her sessions.
“Reach into your desk drawer and pick out two large paper clips. Take the clips and place one on each nipple so that the longer end points straight up.”
Lisa pulled her thumb and forefinger across her tongue to wet them and then pulled the nipple tight away from the breast. She slid the clip down and winced. The nipple stood proud against the flesh, the clip waving as she moved. Lisa repeated for the other breast.
“Done, Sir.” she spoke through an intake of breath.
“Now take two pens. Hang one from the end of each clip so they hang together between your breasts.”
Lisa complied, twisting each nipple inward and hanging a pen. The torqued flesh let each pen bob as she moved, pulling and tugging, eliciting little squeaks of pleasure with each bounce.
“Done Sir,”
“Do your nipples ache?”
“Yes Sir, but it is a good ache.”
“Good, now get another pen. Print my name on your breasts, first name on the left, last name on the right, Big letters, I want to be able to read it from across the room.”
Lisa twisted herself in the chair to better view the top of her breasts. As she pressed the inked point to the flesh waves rippled down to the nipple and caused the cantilevered pen to jump sympathetically. Each pen stroke twisted the nipple again. Lisa suppressed tiny gasps as she marked herself.
“Done, Sir.” She exhaled all those suppressed gasps in one breath.
“Read it to me.”
Lisa strained her neck to look down, as if seeing those words for the first time.. Her voice struggled past the compressed larynx.
“Mark......Cross.”
“And who is that?”
“My Master.”
“Very good, You are a good pet.”
“Thank you, Sir, I try.” She allowed herself a smile.
“Now, get that pack of mints.”
Puzzled, Lisa reached for the innocuous candy in her drawer.
After a moment he spoke again. “Take a mint from the container and put it on your tongue. Roll it around in your mouth. Good girl, now reach down and lift your skirt for me” Lisa's eyes flicked open wide momentarily. “Pull your panties to one side.”
Lisa smiled, she was ready to bring herself to climax for him. She slowly slid her panties to the left, taking advantage of her solitude to flick one finger across her throbbing clit just for the sensation. As she sat back an errant swirl of cool air from the vent above licked her labia and sent a shiver up her spine.
“Panties aside, pussy presented Sir.” Anticipation bubbled in her voice.
“Take your left index finger and place it on your clit,”
Lisa obeyed and squirmed in her chair. Her clit pulsated on her fingertip and she pressed down She was on the edge of climax and just awaited his final command.
“Now, pull up the hood. Pull hard.”
She winced, it was tight.
“Done, Sir.”
“Now take the mint and put it under the hood, touching your clit.”
Lisa reached into her mouth and took out the moist candy. She placed it carefully as directed.
“Now, place both hands on the arms of the chair and sit still.”
"Am, Sir.”
The mint pressed against her engorged clitoris to little effect. She could feel it move slightly with every pulse beat, but she could only wonder what was intended, what his next command would be, this all seemed so innocuous.
Then there was a sharp intake of breath and her eyes popped open. The menthol oil in the mint had begun to react with the delicate tissue of her clit. It felt cold and hot together. Lisa shifted slightly in the seat. Her focus was being drawn to the singular sensation between her legs. The mint continued to melt as her pussy grew moister, sending icy hot rivers down her labia. She struggled to keep her hands locked on the arms of the chair as she twisted her hips and buttocks in reaction. The drawer edges bit into her calves, restricting her motion as she tried to find a friction source to bring relief. Her clitoris was on fire, fully erect and visible poking past the labia as it throbbed in protest. The slightest waft of air was as ice on the mint covered flesh.
“Cum for me.” She knew the tone, encouraging but firm. Lisa would not be released unless she climaxed. She was excited and frustrated by the bounds of the game.
Concentrate! She had to concentrate. The movement of her hips developed a rhythm, and she began to describe a circular motion on the seat. The motion pulled the mint against her clit, rubbing as she rolled. Clenching and unclenching her vagina pulled her pussy lips tight, increasing the sensations. All the rocking was making the pens bounce on her nipples, twisting the delicate flesh. Once she caught the right beat, she felt the climax building quickly. It took less than a minute for her to explode.
“I’m cummmiiiinnggg!!” she failed to muffle the scream as waves of orgasm shook her. Her pelvis thrust down into the chair harder as she climaxed, shaking the desk and rattling the telephone.
When the last spasm passed, Lisa slumped in the seat and let out a long sigh.
“Good pet.” There was a click and the phone went dead. Lisa smiled weakly, then laid her head back to recover for a few seconds. When she felt energy returning, she slowly untangled herself from the desk drawer and sat up straight. Removing the remaining remnant of mint from her pussy, she looked at it for a moment, then popped it in her mouth.
She stood up and went over to a small mirror to make herself presentable again. Blouse buttoned, skirt straightened, hair combed. Her lipstick was smudged, so she freshened it. A final inspection and she was ready for the real world again.
Lisa opened her door and looked out at Janice.
‘Any calls?”
“Just one,” Janice replied, “Your husband has been calling for an hour, I have him on hold once I saw your extension light go out.”
“Put him through, thanks.”
Lisa returned to her desk and punched the extension button. “Hi, it’s me.”
“Hi honey, I have been trying to reach you.” He sounded anxious.
“I was… tied up with a client.” Lisa was shuffling papers on her desk distractedly.
“I booked a hotel for the weekend upstate, I think we need to get away.”
Lisa paused a moment too long and replied. “You’re right, I do need to get away. We can talk about it later.” She hung up the phone and went back to work.
