A Promotion at Work


Once we got home it was supper time, the house was cool and Catherine stoked the fire and soon got a nice fire going, I fixed myself a drink and settled into one of the chairs by the fire while she busied herself fixing supper. I recalled the events of the afternoon and how it had affected me, I had to watch everything. I couldn’t have averted my eyes if I’d wanted to; to me it was incredible to see how they endured the punishment. I was too busy taking it all in to really notice how the other women reacted to it, to see how the scene might have affected them too. I did recall how Catherine had taken hold of my hand when the first woman was being punished, not only holding it but actually gripping it quite tightly. The fire was going nicely when Catherine came to join me by the fire, offered to replenish my drink before sitting down to join me while supper was cooking. She was quiet, a little distant I thought, and then realized something was troubling her. I had seen her sad on other occasions but not like this; I waited to see if she was going to say anything, but she just sat looking into the fire. “You’re going to leave me,” she blurted out. “What” I almost yelled, “Why should I leave you, I love you what made you think that?” “I saw how captivated you were watching those women being disciplined” she went on. “You would have liked to be the one wielding the strap.” “So,” I said, and before I could say anything more she went on. “You ever think I might like it too,” she said, “If you really cared for me you’d want me to improve too.” You never find fault with my pleasing you, or complain. I’ve told you can’t hurt me, that you can do what you want with me.” “I’m so happy you’ve chosen to let me love you, to be there for you when you need me, now I fear I may lose you.” I didn’t know what to say; now you must understand I prided myself in being intelligent and attractive. Yet there was a lot happening in my life I never gave a thought to. I’d never heard of Masters, Dominants or submissiveness at that time. Bondage, Discipline or anything like that was a mystery to me, never mind Sadism or Masochism, Yet although I didn’t realize it, I was being screened or conditioned slowly to play a part by Marlene. During supper I thought over the 9 months we’d been together, yes she had always worked hard at pleasing me. Not only that I’d come to realize how she had managed to teach me about makeup, clothing, how to tell quality, and about color coordination and styles. Getting my hair and manicures done professionally. I knew how effective it had been by how I was treated by others, thanks to her I had changed the image I had of myself. I owed her so much I could never think of leaving her. I bahis siteleri managed to give her some reassurance and we went to bed early, stripping off to enjoy each other. I was rough with her and yes she seemed to really enjoy it, the rougher the better actually hurting her. I could tell it did make her respond fiercely as evident by her moans and screams, her pussy wetter than ever, or perhaps I had been to self centered to notice before. That was a self improvement I would have to make myself. I got into the habit of getting into my office early, now I was the manager I liked to get as much dome in the morning as possible. My promotion had caused a problem with the staff; some went over my head to Mr. Gordon threatening to complain. He refused to budge and only one waitress actually walked out as a result. Another got fired because she became so surly with the customers she just had to go. The first couple of weeks were the worst but then things slowly started to get better. The secret to success was efficiency, to show him I was not only good for sex, but that I had a brain and could use it. One thing that came with the job was I had to type a lot of letters. Now I was no typist never having had to, but Catherine got me a book out of the library on how to type and I spent some time every day practicing. Like anything, when I had to do or learn something, I wanted to do it well. The following Wednesday was better, now Mr. Gordon was sure he was getting what he really wanted, he came prepared with a packet of condoms. He again wanted to rush it, but I made him take his time. I too was bettered prepared, wearing a more suitable garter belt and knickers. I let him get my top off as well as my skirt, and then stopped inviting him to sit on the desk as before. After my treatment from the week before, he was quite happy to indulge me and I took his trousers right off. I sat in my chair and invited him to place his feet on the armrests, this gave me perfect access to his manhood. I began with the teasing of his cock and balls with my fingertips; he was as rigid as a pole. He was sitting back on his elbows and smiling down at me, and I made eye contact for a minute and smiled back, then leaned forward and gave the head of his cock a kiss. I saw the surprised look on his face, it was apparent nobody had ever done anything like that to him before. Now it was something I not only enjoyed, but was very good at. I loved to tease a cock with my tongue at first, holding it with just the palm of my hand and running my tongue lightly up and down the shaft. I was seldom in a rush as it was a turn on for me too, then to grip the head between my lips and twirl my tongue around it. I repeated this canlı bahis siteleri feeling him squirm, sometimes leaning forward to touch my head then falling back as his pleasure mounted. Knowing he couldn’t control himself I gave him a deep throat, taking it all the way in and massaging the foreskin with my mouth tightly wrapped around it. I expected his cum, and when it shot out of him I held it in my mouth till he finished squirting. I still didn’t let go, kept sucking it as it went slack getting every last drop out of him. I was aching inside; it had been so long since I’d last had a real cock inside me. I wanted it bad but of course he was useless for the time being. I put my hand down and felt myself; the crotch of my knickers was soaked with my juices. He watched as I gave myself a rub through them, it felt so good I couldn’t help myself I just had to cum too. I was moaning and making sounds of pleasure, again this was something new to him. He got up and I took my knickers off altogether, placing them on the desk I showed him the wet stains. “Look what you did to me,” I remarked, “I’d enjoy good shag too.” He was obviously naive; no one had ever spoken to him like that before. We talked some more about the delights of sex, he told me he’d been with quite a few women as well as his wife. Obviously he treated them as just shag bags with no concern for their feelings, as long as he got ‘his end away,’ as he called it. I enjoyed our conversation as I felt the first moves of taking control, still I was cautious. I played with his cock again to get it hard, he kissed me and fondled my tits in a clumsy attempt to get me aroused. I wanted to get him on the floor or desk so I could get on top, but thought it better to let him have his way for now. Once he was good and stiff, I opened one of her rubbers and rolled it down over his cock. I gave it a bit of a suck then sat on the desk with my legs apart; he brought his cock to my pussy and lifted my legs as he slid it into me. I placed my legs over his hips, and he held onto me and fucked away. It wasn’t long before I felt him stop and pulse as he ejaculated. For me it was nice to feel a real cock inside me for a change, but of course there wasn’t the satisfaction I would have liked. Once he pulled out I removed the condom and threw it in the garbage can. There was a look of horror on his face as I did so. He quickly followed it and retrieved it, then ran to the bathroom and flushed it down the toilet. I smiled to myself as he did so, obviously scared someone might find out what we were up to. Over the next few weeks I introduced him to more positions, till at last I could get him to lie down so I could get on top. I found that canlı bahis with men the second time was usually better, as they could last longer. I would begin by giving him a blow job, usually sitting at my desk and him sitting on it. Then later getting him to lie down, and after rolling a rubber down on his cock would climb on. I’d tease myself be rubbing my pussy up against it, then when I felt ready would insert it and ride him that way. Occasionally when I timed it right, I could give myself an orgasm. Now at our club on the weekends we were getting to be friends with more and more ladies, one of the friends we made was a lovely blond lady named Joan. She would have been in her mid thirties, married yet enjoyed extracurricular activities with other women on occasion. One weekend as she had her house to herself for some reason, she decided to throw a party and we were invited. This was to be a, ‘come as you are’ and BYOB affair. Nothing fancy just a bunch of women getting together to have some fun, and if anyone wanted to they could sleep over. It began as usual getting a drink and chatting as people arrived, and although we knew most there were some who’d we’d never met and were introduced too. I don’t know if we were all lesbians or not, but it was definitely a ladies night out. The kitchen table was the bar and everyone would help themselves to a drink whenever they felt like it. There was quite a variety as I think most ladies brought something, and everyone was willing to share. The hostess kept music playing on her turntable and it was quite loud but nobody cared, we were all just happy to let our hair down and party with others. The dancing started with the usual slow waltzes and, foxtrots, and soon we were all dancing in the living room. As the evening wore on it got livelier, we danced with each other, not just our partners and no one seemed upset by this. In fact it was fun to dance close and cuddle other women, getting rather naughty with one another. Joan herself seemed to set the pace by starting to jive to the faster music, but there wasn’t that much room. So she started gyrating by herself in time to the music, and soon others joined in. It was like what was to become disco dancing, with everyone dancing on the spot in a circle. One lady started a strip by undoing her blouse to expose herself, she was well developed and shaking her shoulders made her tits go round in circles. The music seemed to get louder as we danced, not that anyone cared. Occasionally there would be a break as one tune finished and the other began, but it was a long playing record and after each pause we just kept dancing. Everyone must have joined in as the floor got quite crowded, so we were bumping hips with one another to laughs and giggles. There was much excitement in the room and others started peeling off their clothes, Blouses and Dresses were undone and soon bras started falling on the floor as they were discarded.

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