Amazon dot cum Ch. 3
by Couture
email: couture_writes@hotmail.com
(FF, MF, domination, chastity)
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or
offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.
(c) 2002 Couture
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My night's sleep was fitful at best. I awoke several times with images of
Thandi and of servicing her. God, what was happening to me? I went to the
bathroom to get ready, doing my best to hide the dark circles under my eyes
and get dressed, complete with my new earrings. I went to work with
butterflies in my stomach.
I worked at my desk, and tried to catch up on the work I missed, due to leaving
early yesterday. The whole time I worked, I worried about The Call. The Call,
that's what I referred to it as now. The Call was the key to my sexual release
as well as my subjugation. At first, I was dreading the call, but by 10:30, I
wanted The Call. Just so I could get it over with and I could stop worrying
about it.
Finally it came. My heart beat faster when I saw her extension flash on the
phone.
"Ma'am?" I answered the phone.
"Report to my office, Pussy-girl," Thandi said.
I blushed with humiliation at how I must look rushing to her office like a good
little brown-noser. I entered her office, closed and locked the door behind
me, and started to disrobe.
"Wait," she said, spinning her finger in the air. "Turn around and let me see
what you have on."
I spun around, modeling my outfit for her. It was black turtleneck and a tight
black skirt that went just above my knee. It wasn't something I wore to work,
but it was the only thing that didn't look completely stupid with the large
gold earrings I was forced to wear.
"Very nice," she said. "That's the sort of stuff a professional woman with
ambition should wear. Do you understand me?"
It was the sort of stuff a woman who doesn't mind putting out for a promotion
would wear and evidentially it was the sort of stuff I would be wearing from
now on. "Yes, ma'am," I replied.
She went back to working on the paperwork on her desk. "Good, hurry up, you
know what you have to do," she said, without looking up. "I've got a report to
give before lunch, but I need to relieve some stress first."
I hate her for cheapening the act. She acted as if it what I was doing for her
was nothing more than asking me to fill out a report. She had no idea of the
sacrifice and how hard it was to bear this humiliation. But, there was nothing
I could do about it, so I stripped, and laid my folded clothes on the chair.
When I moved to her side of the desk, she slid her chair back and patted the
desktop.
"Hop up and spread your legs. I need to inspect your friend to make sure you
haven't tried to sneak one in."
God, I couldn't believe it. That was the last place I wanted to be. There
would be no way I could hide my sexual arousal from her, but I did as she
asked, cringing as she smirked at my flushed breasts and hardened nipples.
She inspected the lock and then rubbed her hand along my welted thighs. "I bet
you're creaming yourself right now, aren't you Pussy-girl?"
I blushed, nodded my head, all the while avoiding her gaze.
"Look at me girl. Look at me and answer my question."
I looked into her piercing eyes. "N-no ma'am, I'm not c-c-creaming myself," I
managed to force out, lying to her face.
She scooted her chair back, grabbed my hair and pulled me forcefully off the
desktop. "Stop fucking around and get to work you lying slut."
I withered under her harsh gaze. Kneeling down, I reached underneath her skirt
and removed her panties. Her sex was wet and aroused - the odor of her musk
strong. I pushed back against the flesh on her stomach, causing her pinkish
purple clit to stand at attention. It looked so powerful - so free, while my
poor little pearl was locked tightly away within its steel prison.
I lightly brushed my fingertip against her nubbin, before delving between her
nether lips, coating my finger with her nectar before I began to manipulate it
in earnest.
"Look at me," Thandi commanded, tugging on my earring.
I met her smugly superior stare.
"Every time you lie, you lose a point. Do you get the point?" She must have
read my confused look. "In other words Pussy-girl, you just lost a point. You
now owe me ten good orgasms before I let you out of your snug little belt."
"No please," I begged almost crying. I couldn't go back to the beginning
again.
"Get those delicate fingers back to work girl," she said, then continued as I
resumed her masturbation. "I don't tolerate liars. You don't have anyone to
blame but yourself. Now, tell me the truth. Are you creaming yourself?"
"Yes, ma'am," I admitted. I plunged a finger into her pussy and she gasped.
"Is your husband suspicious? Has he mentioned anything about your gifts?"
"He's not suspicious yet." I couldn't believe it myself. My world had been
turned upside down and all he noticed were the earrings. "The only thing he's
noticed is the earrings."
Her lip quivered. "Did he like them?" she asked breathlessly, grabbing hold of
each of the large hoops in my ears.
"yes-" I gasped. God I needed to cum.
"Good. Deep inside it means he approves of your new position." She bit down on
her lower lip, and thrust her pelvis. "Did he eat my other present?" she
asked.
My own hips humped in response. He ate it. He ate her spit. I fed it to him
last night. "Yes," I breathed.
"He belongs to me too. Has he wanted sex?"
" . . . yes."
"I love your earrings," she said, shifting her grip on my earrings, using them
to pull my face just inches from her sex. I was forced to watch up close as my
fingers probed and caressed her silken wet silken folds. "Now, tell me what
happened."
I told her everything that happened last night. She came close to cumming
twice, but she made me stop until it passed and then begin again. She said she
wanted to hear the entire story first.
"What went through your mind when he touched your ass?"
"I was panicked. Scared he would find the belt. More scared than I had ever
been in my life."
"How did it feel giving him a blowjob when you couldn't get any pleasure?" she
asked.
"Jealous and horny. I enjoyed it until he came and then he was tired, while I
was frustrated and couldn't sleep.
"While you were bobbing for prick," she said. "I bet you were thinking about
me, weren't you?"
God, I wanted-no needed to lie. "Yes," I breathed.
"You're not turning queer on me are you?"
"No." My faced flushed. "I'm a married woman."
"I love the feel of your hot breath on my pussy. Tell me the rest and keep
breathing hard," she said, as she placed her heels on her desk.
I wanted to scream with my frustration. The sight of her there, so utterly
without inhibition, while I knelt between her legs submissively giving her
pleasure overwhelmed me. Yes, she was a bitch and I hated her, but at the same
time I lusted for her. I wanted to rip the belt off and throw her to the
floor. I wanted her to do for me, what she made me do for her.
But instead, I fucked her pussy with my fingers, while making sure to breathe
on her pussy. Telling her about what I did in the bathroom. Even telling her
where I put the lipstick tube.
"You are such a slut my pussy girl - an ass whore. But, don't worry, deep
down, all white women are ass whores." Her hips humped, the seat squeaked. I
worried that someone would hear. "Oh God, faster. Do it faster."
My fingers sped to a blur.
"Here it cums. Oh fuck - here it cums." She announced, pressing my face
against her crotch while she bucked uncontrollably.
After she came down from her orgasm, she released my head and lifted my head
back up.
"Last question pussy girl," she said, grinning. "While I held you between my
thighs, did you want to taste me? Even just a little bit?"
I blushed down to my marrow. Could she read my mind? I needed desperately to
lie to hold on to any shred of my dignity . . .but I needed to cum even more.
"Yes," I admitted, tears welling in my eyes.
"But you didn't." She was grinning again. "Why not?"
"Because I hate you," I spat, glaring up at her from between her thighs.
"Oh, God," she gasped, her hands going to her breasts and squeezing them
forcefully. She propped her legs back up on her desk. "Quickly, do it again,"
she commanded.
I masturbated her again, more forcefully this time. Going so far as to use
three fingers when I fucked her.
"You wanted to taste me. You're turning queer. My little queer pussy girl,"
she gasped. "Tell me queer, how does it feel to be under the boss's desk
earning your living?"
"I hate it. I hate you." I took out my frustrations on her pussy.
"But you respect me," she said, taking off the necklace that contained the key
to my chastity. "Because I have power over you and with this I own your
pussy."
She dangled the key in front of my face taunting me. "Kiss it. Show me how
much you want it."
I kissed the shiny gold key. I even parted my lips, while she dangled it
inside and fucked it in and out of my mouth.
"Make me cum. Make me cum again my pretty white pussy girl. That's it.
Oh-oh-oh-here it cums. Ugh-ugh- fuck-fuck-fuck-you make me cum so hard." Her
legs lifted from the desk, and spread as far apart as they could due to the
arms of her chair. So far apart her ass lifted up from her seat. Her stomach
trembled and her hips bucked. My hands were coated with her sticky juices.
After she was spent, she handed me a box of tissues. I blotted her pussy dry
and slipped her panties back in place without having to be asked.
She tilted my head up and looked into my eyes, causing my heart to pound.
"That was a good one," she said, before frowning. "And your face is a mess.
We can't have you leave looking like that. It's not professional"
She cleaned my face off with tissues, occasionally, stopping to dab the tissues
in her mouth before resuming her cleaning. Afterwards, she opened her purse
and made my face. When she was done, she held the mirror to my face. I was
stunned. I was beautiful - I was sexy. I was much too sexy for the office.
I was also naked, kneeling between the legs of my boss - a woman I hated. I
wasn't going to complain and ask her to do it again.
"Am I finished now?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, sliding her chair back. "You can get dressed now. Besides, I
have some other work for you to do."
I turned my back to her and dressed. She started handing me various papers and
instructions.
She said, "I'm sending you a few spreadsheets. I want you to make some pretty
charts out of them and set them up with my comments in a Powerpoint
presentation. Do you think you can handle it?"
I burned in anger. I ordered the servers that housed all our company's web
business. I could damn well do what she asked -- in my sleep. "Yes, ma'am,"
I answered.
"How do the welts on your thighs feel slut?"
I pressed my legs together in response. "Sore," I replied honestly.
"Your breasts will match if you fuck my presentation up."
"Yes, ma'am." I took the papers and hurried to the door. I turned
hesitantly. There was something I needed to ask her.
"Yes?" she said, not looking up from her computer.
I rubbed my thighs together and contracted the muscles in my pussy. "Did that
. . . count?"
"What a slut," she mumbled. "Don't worry, you only have nine more to go."
I hurried back to my desk, not daring to look at anyone, lest they see the
changes in my appearance. I immediately began work on what she asked me for.
To my horror, I discovered it was an analysis of doing our internet marketing
in house as opposed to contracting it out. This was my job - mine and my co-
workers.
I was tempted to mess it up on purpose, but I thought about the tiny leather
belt and my tender breasts. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt she would live
up to her promise. I didn't botch the job. I gave it one hundred percent.
While I was working, I brought my hand to my mouth and chewed on a knuckle like
I usually do. I tasted her. I immediately went and washed my hands, but it
was too late. The damage had been done. I had tasted her. I had tasted a
woman. Was I a lesbian now? Was I really turning queer?
I tried to put it out of my mind along with my aching frustrated sex. I threw
myself into my task, working through lunch. I gave her the final results at
three. The prospects of my employment didn't look good.
"Thanks," she said, giving me a few bills. "Go to the cafeteria and get us a
salad, will you?"
When I returned, she was combing through my paperwork. "This looks good - real
good. I want you at the meeting when I present this tomorrow. So tonight
you're going to be working late at my house. But, first we have to go find
something suitable for you to wear."
"Yes, ma'am. Ma'am?" I asked.
"Yes?"
I could feel the tears welling in my eyes. I tried to blink them away. "Will
I still have a job after this?" My body shook at the thought of enduring all
this for nothing.
"Aww, my poor pussy-pet," she said, getting up from her chair. "Come here my
nimble fingered girl."
I went over to her and she appeared to want to hug me. I opened my arms for
her embrace. Instead she captured my hand, pulled it down between her legs,
and up her skirt.
"As long as you do like I tell you," she slid my hand up and down her crotch of
her satin panties. I could feel crease of her sex against my fingers. "You'll
*always* have a job with me."
Yes, but what kind of job? I didn't go to college to end up as some sort of
personal masturbateur.
Later that day, after her meeting was over, Thandi tapped me on my shoulder.
"Let's go," she said.
"Yes, ma'am." I shut down my computer and left with my black supervisor.
She handed me the keys. I unlocked the door, got in and popped the other locks
as well. She looked back at me with a very dissatisfied look on her face. I
hurriedly got out and opened the door for her, then closed it after she was
safely in. The urge to slap the smug look off her face was overwhelming.
I got back in and started the car. "Where to?" I asked.
"The mall."
***************** Later, at the mall.
"Please," I begged, struggling against Thandi.
"Shhh. . . do you want someone to hear?"
"But she'll be back at any minute."
"You let me worry about that. The only thing you need to worry about is
looking in the mirror. And you better keep those hands down unless you want
some pretty pink stripes on your milky white breasts."
I stared at the mirror, watching in horror, as Thandi reached from behind me,
cupped my bare breasts, lifted them, and let the fall down. Then her dark
fingers sought out my pink nipples, tweaking them, and tugging them roughly.
It was painful to my cold, contracted, tight nubs, but it also sent shivers of
pleasure down my spine.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I closed my eyes and bit my lip to keep from
crying out in pleasure.
"You need to be fitted for a bra and I want you in your natural slutty state."
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Keep those hand down," Thandi whispered, before facing me toward the door, and
then opening it wide. The young girl's eyes widened in surprise at seeing me
in such a state, and then moved up to my eyes in a cool professional stare.
I wish I could be as cool. Instead, I blushed in humiliation, dying to cover
myself, especially considering I was on display to everyone in the store,
several of whom were men.
The young girl closed the door. "Eager to get started, huh?"she asked.
"Yes," I muttered. I wondered if she was making a joke at the eagerness of my
nipples or the fact that I had already taken off my shirt and bra.
"How about lifting your arms for me?" she said, circling me with the measuring
tape.
I lifted them up so she could put the tape under them, and went to lower them,
but Thandi caught my elbows. "No." She brought my elbows and together behind
my head. "Now grab the opposite elbow with each hand."
I did as she bid. The girl looked more and more uncomfortable in our presence.
"How's that?" Thandi asked her.
"It's okay . . . I guess, but really I think they are supposed to be down, but
nevermind." she said. She quickly took several measurements. I bit down on my
lip to keep from embarrassing myself in front of her.
"You're a 34C," she said.
"Great," Thandi said. Then she moved her arms around me and grabbed each of my
breasts from underneath - lifting them and pushing them together. "What I'm
looking for is this effect. Something to give her some lift. Take away a few
years of gravity if you know what I mean."
She emphasized the 'you know what I mean' part by bouncing my breasts up and
down, causing them to jiggle and quiver.
The sales girl smirked. She hid her mouth behind her hand to stifle her
giggles. I wanted to crawl under a rock, but the only thing I had to hide
behind was my blush.
The girl left, opened the door wide, making sure those that missed the matinee
had a chance at the evening show. A few seconds later I heard several girls
laughing out loud. Thandi pinched and tugged at my nipples without compassion.
She humped her pelvis against my ass. "Are you wet? I bet you are, aren't
you slut? A slut like you probably gets off on showing off her body. Tell me,
have these young girls made you wet?"
"Yes," I admitted. I dared not lie and risk losing a point.
"Do you want her to see how I've got your slutty little pussy under my
control?"
"God no!"
"Then get those nimble fingers into my panties. Go on, reach behind you.
That's my girl."
She was already soaked. I worked her pussy while she teased my breast. We - I
mean I was in constant danger of being exposed. Thandi's body was hid behind
mine.
"Mmmm-I love your soft fingers," she whispered in my ear. "Look in the mirror,
my soft girl. Tell me what you see."
I looked in the mirror. Watched my hand working underneath her skirt. Watched
Miss Moore tug and pull on my hard nipples. Watched as she held my body tight
and pushed her hips against my arse. She could just as well have been fucking
me, and judging from the expression on my face, the flush on my cheeks and
breasts, and my hardened nipples, I was desperate to be fucked - by anyone.
"A-a turned on woman," I admitted.
"Look again," she said. "I see a horny little pussy pet. What do you see?"
"Oh God," I groaned. "A horny- a horny little pussy pet. Please Miss Moore,
please take the belt off. I'll do anything."
She continued tugging at my nipples, further elongating them. "I know you
will," she said. "And what I want you to do is show this girl how pretty, how
long, how erect your nipples are."
"Oh, please don't," I gasped, but made no move to stop her and she continued
her manipulations. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Monique said, letting go of my nipples. I hurriedly removed my hand
from her panties, and wiped away the stickiness on the back of my skirt.
There were two girls now. "Wow," said the newer girl, staring at my nipples.
I looked down in horror and realized that not only were they now erect, but
they were decorated with reddened tell-tell pinch marks.
"Go on Pet, raise your arms, so they can dress you. Quickly. You are holding
up progress."
There was nothing I could do, but meekly lift my arms up and lock my hands
around the opposite elbows.
The first girl looked hesitant, but the newer girl smiled and took a small bra
from her. "This is a nice half-bra. It provides a lot of lift."
She talked to Thandi, treating me as if I weren't there. Worse, she took her
time fitting me, adjusting my breast this way and that until she was satisfied.
"How's that?"
"Perfect," said Thandi. "I'll take two of them. Black and red. What do you
have there?"
"That's a corset. You mentioned taking a few years off. This will sure do
it," the new girl said. "Can I help put it on her?"
"Sure," Thandi said.
The little bitch did a good job of it. I thought she was going to crush my
ribs putting the restrictive garment on me. By the time she was finished, I
could barely breathe.
"It looks good on your slave," the young girl said.
A slave? I was a professional woman. Sure I was in a bind, but it was none of
her business anyway. "I have you know, I'm a married woman," I chided the
little bitch.
Thandi put her arms around me, hugging me intimately, before cupping my
breasts. I tried to pull her hands away, but I couldn't. "That's right, my
pretty little Pet is a married woman, so don't you girls get the wrong idea
about us. We have a perfectly respectable business relationship, don't we
Pet?"
"Exactly," I said. I would have to have a talk with her about calling me Pet
later.
The girls grinned a knowing grin. The little bitches didn't believe us!
"Thank you for your help girls, I think we will take everything you've shown
us. Pet, say thank you Miss."
"Thank you Miss," I said, just wanting to get dressed and out of there.
I used to enjoy shopping, but this was the worst shopping trip of my life.
Everywhere we went, I ended up buying clothes that were much too risqu,.
Sometimes Miss Moore looked around and make sure no one was watching, then
placed my hand underneath her skirt. "Hurry, no one is looking. Give me a
rub, Pussy-princess," she said.
I was sure we weren't caught, but it seemed like everyone who helped us, ended
up with the impression that Thandi and I were lovers. Which was totally
untrue.
To make matters worse, I bought everything myself, from the heels, to the short
skirts and thin blouses. I pretty much maxed out my card.
"Think of it as an investment," Thandi said.
The only thing Thandi paid for was the trip to the beauty shop. She picked out
the hairstyle. She said it was more professional, but it looked like it was
more suited to a runway model than someone who managed computers. I would have
been really pissed off about the hair, but little did I know, Thandi could do
much worse.
"Is this the place that did your nails?" Thandi asked.
"Yes."
"Excuse me Miss, I need to talk with you about these nails," Thandi said.
Thank God, maybe she would get them taken off as they were much to long for a
professional woman.
"Yes?" the oriental girl replied.
"They are very good, but there is a slight problem with them."
"I sorry. What problem?"
Thandi grabbed my hand and lifted it up. She lifted up my index and middle
fingers. "These two nails are getting in the way."
People were turning to look. I blushed in humiliation.
"Only two nail?"
"Yes, only two nails. The rest are fine. Can you just shorten these two and
make sure there are no sharp edges on them. I would hate to be cut."
The girl's eyes widened in response, so did everyone else who heard. The girl
went back and said something in Chinese. They became very animated, speaking
in Chinese and pointing at me - tittering among themselves. I wanted to crawl
under a rock.
She came back to the desk smiling. "Okay, we fix."
Thank God, I didn't have to wait long. She took me back and had someone make
the necessary adjustments. When she was finished, Thandi rubbed her fingers
over my nails, testing them. "Yes, that will be fine. Thank you so much."
I had never been so humiliated in all my life. I shuddered at what all the
white women that populated the nail salon must have thought of me. Thinking
that I was the lover to this young black woman. I wanted to scream out that I
had a husband and I loved him very much. Tell them that I only put up with
this treatment and . . .provided additional services to my boss to keep from
getting fired. We truly needed my income.
To be continued. . .
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