Black, Bergman & Buchanan, Masters At Law

Ann had a difficult time looking her boss, Jack, in the eye on Monday after her days of slutty slavery with him at Sam’s cabin over the previous weekend. In fact, she had a wet and soppy cunt all week just thinking of her pending subjugation at the cabin with Sam himself starting Friday night.

Word went around the firm quickly that Sam had sprained his right wrist rather severely while playing handball on Thursday night. Ann was summoned to Sam’s office early Friday morning where he announced to her that due to his injury, he was inviting Joan, the firms, strict and quite sexually dominant, office manager, to assist him with her at the cabin.

In fact, Joan, called Ann on the office phone and told her to come see her in her office at once. Joan was not about small talk. She gave Ann a briefcase and told her to go to the women’s restroom in the lobby of the building at 5:30 sharp and to change her clothes from what she wore to work that morning to the clothes she would find in the briefcase. Ann was to get the key to that restroom from the guards desk in the main lobby of the building.

Joan mentioned that before they traveled to the cabin together, they would be doing some shopping at the Nordstrom’s Department store just down the block from the office building where they worked. She would meet Ann there in the shoe department not later than 5:45. And, just in case she needed to shave her cunt clean, she had between now and quitting time to do it.

Ann was stunned by what she found in the briefcase when she opened it later that day. There was hardly anything in the damned case except a small, leather skirt and a black silk blouse. A note from Joan said she was to wear only her bra and heels that she had worn to work and that she was to take off her hose and panties and just wear the skirt and blouse she found in the case. She was to pack her work clothes in the briefcase and meet her at Nordstrom’s lingerie department at once. The belt of the leather skirt was simple and suggested that it was not the primary focal point of the skirt. She gathered that the blouse was to be worn over the top of the skirt. The only problem Ann could see was that the skirt was about 6 inches above her knee cap -- and she didn’t have any panties on to cover her now bald cunt mound.

Ann, being the good employee that she was, did as she had been instructed on the note and returned the keys to the guard. The guard seemed to have forgotten to whom he had given the key and when he saw her, appeared to be shocked as if he had seen a vision. Which of course he had.

When the women linked up at Nordstrom’s, Joan took the briefcase from Ann and whispered in her ear that they were going to buy her a real bra for the occasion and that Ann was to locate a quarter B cup bra, pay for it, and try it one in the dressing room. She was to then leave her regular bra in the dressing room and return to her as they made there way to the shoe department.

Ann was amazed at the difference in her appearance the smaller, quarter cup, bra made in her appearance. First of all, her tits just seemed to bounce under the silk blouse and her nipples showed like they were looking over the edge of a wall so they could see what they might be missing.

She had shopped at this exclusive store for months now, spending the bonus money she was enjoying on some very nice clothing. She feared that many of the sales associates would recognize her face, if indeed they every bothered to look at her face given the amount of thigh that was showing and the bounce in her tits..

“Now sweetheart, we are going to get you some ‘fuck me heels‘ to go with that skirt,” Joan said. “I want you to pick out a pair of black, 4 inch stiletto hummers, with straps that wrap around your ankles. I’m sure you’ve shopped for heels here before. They have a wonderful selection.”

And, sure enough Ann spotted the geeky sales guy that usually waited on her. He cunt convulsed and her fluids started to drip out onto her silky thighs. She was mortified beyond words realizing that the geek would sit right in front of her and see right up to her glistening cunt if this action continued. To her surprise, Joan gently said “we can take it from here young man” and dabbed a nervous tear from Ann’s rosy red cheeks.” Ann just about fell in love with Joan at that moment.

As they walked out the door, Joan said “I wanted to see you wear those heels out of the store because they really show off your toned stems, But, next time sweetheart, if your with me, you’ll spread ‘em for the kid and make his day.” They both laughed until they reached Joan’s two seat Jaguar convertible for the ride to the cabin. The top was down on a beautifully clear evening as they screeched down the block.

“Now sweetheart, we are going to stop and meet Sam for dinner. Be ready to walk a models walk, one foot in front of the other and swing those thin hips for all you are worth. Show him all the sultry moves you have in you and don’t worry about what the other patrons at the restaurant will think. They should be of no consequence to you. From now on Sam is your Master, and you will refer to him as Master Sam. Make him proud of you. I’ll be your mistress for the weekend, but you should just call me Ma’am. Oh, and by the way, here a two clips. I want you to clip them on the outer lips of your cunt, right now.”

Ann was aghast again. Did Joan want her to lift her already too short skirt over her hips so she could clip her cunt right there in the middle of city traffic? She thought better than ask and just made her moves as subtle and inconspicuous as she could. She found the task difficult because she was so damned wet that the clips just didn’t want to stay put. With enough second effort she did prevail but the clips did hurt and increased her flow of cunt fluid.

Sam was already at a table at the rear of the small Italian restaurant when Joan skidded to a stop in front of the place. Ann slid her legs off to the side of the Jaguar and managed to walk carefully on the stones of the parking lot. But the time she reached the door, several men were already jockeying for position to hold it for her.

All eyes were on Ann as she sashayed toward Sam. Her legs were the center of attention but her tits and hips were getting plenty of attention as well and she know it. Sam rose to greet the two women and the maitre de was in close pursuit.

Joan let Ann sit next to Sam on his right hand side while Joan seated herself on the left. After wine had been ordered Joan said, “sweetheart we need to go to the little girls room don’t we?“

“Yes, Ma’am, we do,” Ann replied submissively.

“Oooohh, Ma’am that is so friggin hot. It is like my ass and cunt is on fire,” Ann said in a pained tone.

“Sweetheart, that’s what a slave girl is supposed to feel. Now get used to it,” was Joan’s instant reply.

The women returned to the table to the admiring glances of every man in the place; and some appreciative glances of a few women too. Ann sat gingerly on the edge of her seat and kept her legs tightly together. She picked at her food as if she was some how distracted.

Joan left the restaurant before the other two and let Sam bring Ann along to the cabin in his Town Car.

“Slave Ann,” Sam said, “do you mind if I call you slave Ann?”

“No Master Sam, I’m your slave for the weekend and I’ll do anything you tell me to do, sir.’’

“Have you ever masturbated in a car before, slave?”

“No Sir, I haven’t but I know I could cum right now if that’s what you want me to do , Sir.”

“Tell me what your clit feels like at this very minute, slave girl,” Sam said.

Ann raised her skirt over her hips and slid her fingers along her cunt lips carefully because the clips were still hurting her there.

“Master, my clit is as hard as a marble stone, Sir. It wouldn’t take much for me to cum believe me, Sir.”

“Go for it slave girl, and make all the noise you want. I want to know what you sound like when you cum. Make it good for both of us, slave.”

And, damned if she didn’t. It was good the windows were closed because Ann screamed like a banshee; if anyone had heard her they would have thought she was in some sort of agonizing existential experience. Her eyes went back in there sockets and her head flew backward to the headrest with a thump. It took several seconds for Ann to even breathe again.

Sam knew that Ann was going to give him all the pleasure he could stand that weekend and that she would receive an abundance of both pleasure and pain at his and Joan’s hands as well.

“Master, this slave girl hasn’t peed since we left the city. Will it be long before we get to the cabin, Sir,” Ann asked.

“No, we still have many miles to go, slave girl but I’ll pull over and you can go right here next to the car, I’ll watch,” Sam said solicitously.

Ann was almost getting used to being mortified and humiliated but she had never squatted to pee before in her life and never would have dreamed of doing so with a male audience. But, she had started the idea rolling and she did have to go.

The Town Car stopped along the deserted road and Sam assisted her out of the car on her stiletto heels. Rather than make a deal of keeping the skirt out of the way, Ann just untied the waist belt and gave the entire skirt to Sam, She squatted facing Sam and, while keeping her balance, let loose with an intense yellow stream. She actually impressed herself with her compliance and the velocity of her flow.

“You won’t be needing this skirt for the rest of the ride, slave, so I’ll keep it for you. But, I do want to see your fingers in your cunt and on your clit for the rest of the trip, do you understand, slave girl?”

“Oh yes, Master Sam. You want me to play with myself so I’ll be nice and wet when you decide to fuck me good a proper when we get to the cabin, right Sir?”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, here slave girl. Don’t get ahead of yourself, just finger yourself and know that if you cum I’ll beat you. Understand?”

“Yes Sir, I know you will beat me Sir, if I cum without permission, I know that for sure, Sir. Sir, I hope you won’t be mad at me Sir, but my cunt juices have oozed out of my cunt and have gotten on your car seat, Sir.”

“Well slave girl, I guess you’ll just have to use your tongue to clean it up early tomorrow morning before breakfast now won’t you, you cum oozing slut.”

“Yes, Master, I’ll get right to it as soon as you say so, Master.“

The pain from the cunt clips was taking it’s toll on Ann’s poor body and Sam sensed that if he didn’t give her some relief, Ann wouldn’t be much good to him in bed for the rest of the night.

“Slave girl, do you want me to give you permission to remove the clips on your cunt now?“

“Oh, goodness, yes, Master, that would be a most welcome relief. I’m actually begging you sir, to let me take those clips off my cunt now, Sir.”

“As a consolation for my good heartedness to you on this ride slave girl, I want to see you hand spanked by Ms. Joan when we get to the cabin. I believe that a slave girls spanking should have two objectives: humiliation, and moderately long lasting discomfort.

“For your spanking tonight, I want you to present yourself to Ms, Joan in your high heels and nothing else. Once you are recognized, kneel before her in your most humble position; Tits and nose on the floor, back arched, knees spread.

“You will tell her that the reason you are here is because you Master, that would be me, ordered you to be there to receive an over the knee hand spanking and that you are ready to accept the punishment he ordered.

“When she acknowledges you, you say. ‘If you are ready Ma’am, I'm ready to lay across your lap and receive my punishment, Ma’am."

“The position for the spanking is that you face away from her to the left with you long legs and hands touching the floor. She will secure in place with her right leg over your legs to keep you steady and press you down on her lap with her left hand leaving the right hand to do the spanking.

“When she advised you that she is ready, you will count the strokes. It is her responsibility to make sure that you are properly spanked, one hundred strokes at a minimum, and that you remember the intensity of the spanking for several hours.

“You will no doubt beg for mercy and cry, but Miss Joan will plow ahead with a sever spanking without considering your outbursts.

“It is your responsibility to say to Miss Joan ‘Ma’am I believe Master Lewis would want you to spank me harder Miss’ sometime around the 30th spank and again at about the 70th spank. She will increase the severity of the spanking each time you request it. It is also your responsibility, at the end of the punishment, to thank Miss Joan for her efforts in punishing you.

“I want you to remember these rules and comply with them as many times as I order you to be hand spanked this weekend. Do you understand what I want from you, slave?”

“Yes, Master, I understand your rules about my spankings Sir, but that sounds awfully wicked, if I may say so, Sir.”

“For that little venting outburst, slave girl, you will have to crawl to me after the spanking ends and thank me for having you spanked and offer your mouth for my pleasure. You can bet that I will indeed take pleasure in seeing you swallow the cum I dump in your mouth and throat.”

The End of Chapter # 7

(The continuing action at the cabin will be described in chapter # 8)