As she lay naked on the cold marble floor, blindfolded and gagged, Judith cursed herself for her pride. Indeed, this was not the first time she had been in trouble because of her ego. In her endeavours to appear as a woman of the world, she had been unwilling to admit that she was relatively inexperienced sexually. Now, not only was her naivete on display, but perhaps she was in real danger.
Matthew King had caught her attention from the very first day he joined the company. Older. Distinguished. An air of command. Judith, assigned as his personal secretary, had felt a faint pulsing throughout her body as he told her exactly how he wanted the office and filing system reorganised. She found herself on the verge of asking why particular requests would make the business more efficient, but for once her instincts fought to quell her curiosity.
As the weeks slowly passed, Judith had to admit that the new processes Matthew introduced had proven to be very effective. She only called him “Matt” in her mind of course. He had made it clear from the start that he was to be addressed as “Mr. King”.
Regularly, Judith found herself staring through the glass window of Matt’s office, his lean, forty-five year old body moving gracefully in his perfectly cut Italian suits. It had been over a year since Judith had ended her relationship with the fumbling twenty two year old who had been her first lover and her desires were heightened. At twenty years of age, she was moderately attractive with honey-gold shoulder length hair, wide blue eyes and a petite frame. Yet, to her increasing dismay as the weeks went by, she found Matthew King to be polite and professional in all his dealings with her. Never once did his conversations waver towards the personal. His eyes rarely left his diary when he spoke. When he did look at her, it was almost as if he was looking past her, that she was merely an intrusion as his eyes sought something more important to focus on.
The office gossip at her regular Friday night drinking sessions further piqued her curiosity. He was single. Never married. Not gay. Rumoured to have extreme tastes in sex. Each Friday, the rumours became more fantastic with stories about swinging orgies gradually giving way to furtive whispers about cemeteries and corpses. Even with her imagination on overdrive, Judith failed to detect a hint of such decadent behaviour in the quiet, purposeful man she worked for.
Eventually, curiosity became frustration. Judith was regularly propositioned in a fun, flirty way by the young executives. The workplace was a safe place to reaffirm one’s sexuality without having to prove it, she realised. Matthew King, however, never acknowledged her other than as a work colleague. Her only consolation, she noted, was that he treated all the other women in the office in the same distant, off hand manner.
Gradually, Judith found herself dressing in less and less clothing. She had always prided herself on her taste in work clothes - smart, tailored pant suits and simple court shoes. Not too much jewelry. For the first time, she found herself competing with the girls in the typing pool as the hems of her dresses became shorter, her tops became tighter and her heels became ever higher. Still, Matthew King spoke to her in his deep, resonant voice, giving her clear instructions about her work, but never once hinting that he had noticed her as a woman.
Finally, one Monday morning, Judith found herself at work in a tight red leather skirt, black midriff top and six inch stilettos. She had a series of gold bangles running up her left arm. A black metal collar round her neck completed the ensemble. She had bought it from an adult sex shop post last Friday night’s drinking spree. If Matthew king liked kinky, well, it couldn’t hurt.
One of the firm’s biggest clients arrived for his appointment and she sashayed from her desk, mainly because that was the only way she could move comfortably, rather than with a desire to be overtly sexual. She heard him whistle long and low at her butt when she led him into Matthew King’s office. As she closed the door, she didn’t quite hear what he said, but she knew it was a complimentary comment about her. When she returned to her desk, she glanced at the glass window. For the first time ever, Matthew King was looking at her. Really looking at her. His eyes seemed to burn through her flesh. “Good,” she smiled to herself. “Maybe now he’ll notice me.”
That afternoon, Matthew King summoned her to his office, requesting that she close the door and sit down. Matthew locked the door behind him. This had never occurred before, Judith noted with a shiver of delight and rising panic. Her hands trembled slightly as she sought vainly to tug her skirt down closer to her knees. She knew that if he sat in the chair behind his desk her pink lace panties would be on display. A knot formed in her stomach as she saw him firmly close the blinds on the office window and stride to his chair. He sat and glared at her. Silently. For perhaps five minutes. Judith twisted her hands. Smiled bravely. Stared at her lap. Eventually he spoke. “Judith.” His voice sent electric pulses through her entire body. “Sit up straight. Pull that ridiculous skirt up to your waist. Spread your legs while I talk to you. Do it now.”
Judith’s instincts told her to run from the room. Beat her fists on the door. The office walls were thin. Everyone could hear if she called out. His voice was hypnotic. Shaking uncontrollably, she found herself rising slightly from her chair, wriggling her hips so she could meet his request. Her panties were pitifully thin. She knew they camouflaged nothing.
“Judith,” he continued with no change in his expression after she sat down again. “You are playing with fire little girl. You are no slut. All you really want is to meet a nice boy your own age, get married and have babies. Stop sending out signals that say otherwise or you will be sorry. Now, by Friday, I want to see you in those pretty good girl clothes you used to wear. Remove that collar from your neck now. You have no idea what it means.” He held out his hand expectantly.
“I do know what the collar is for,” she blurted out, immediately wishing she hadn’t.
“Indeed?” he questioned, his lips curling into a slight snarl. “Do tell.”
“It means,” she muttered in a barely audible voice, “Well...women who like to be told what to do in bed wear them.” The colour flushed to her face even as she spoke the words. Matthew King’s snarl turned into a smile. Despite her fear, Judith noticed how it lit up his whole face, making him incredibly handsome. “Judith. That collar means you are owned by someone. That you have promised to obey them in every way. You have till Friday to stop acting like a bitch on heat. If you continue to dress and behave this way, I shall assume that you wish to collar yourself to me. Trust me little girl, there are many women far more worldly than yourself who wished they hadn’t.”
Judith squirmed uncomfortably under his gaze. He was right of course. She was a silly little girl playing with fire. Her steely determination wouldn’t let her admit it though. “I’ve been owned by someone before. I’ve worn a collar for a long time,” she stated defiantly. “I know more than you think,” she added.
“Put your fingers inside your panties then hold them up,” Matthew ordered simply. Judith did so, albeit hesitantly. Her fingers glistened with her juices as she held them for his inspection. “Perhaps, you are not all you seem little one,” he said. “Friday!” he reiterated meaningfully. A mere hand movement indicated to Judith that she was dismissed. Matthew glided across the room and opened the door, ever the cool professional, as she struggled to pull down her skirt. The rest of the office eyed her disdainfully, certain that she had made a serious error in her work which required a severe reprimand. “If only they knew,” Judith thought as she fought a hundred conflicting emotions.
Judith knew that she should forget about being haughty and do as Matthew wished. Yet, she had a certain insolence in her character that meant she didn’t like to give in. Caving to Matthew’s demands would be conceding that she really was an unsophisticated girl, rather than the confidant young woman she had claimed to be. Somehow, she couldn’t bring herself to concede defeat.
Each day Judith continued to dress sluttishly. Each day she continued to wear the collar. She tried to exude an air of nonchalance whilst her heart actually pounded heavily the whole time she was at work. For his part, Matthew appeared not to notice her defiant demeanour, treating her as though their conversation had never taken place. In more desperate moments, Judith wondered if she had imagined it all and was going slightly mad. At night, she spent hours sitting in front of the mirror in her pink lace panties, legs apart, analysing whether or not the effect would have been pleasing to Matthew’s eyes. Slowly, deliciously, she would reach inside them, remembering the moment when she produced her wet fingers for his scrutiny.
At this point, she would torture her poor clit with her long nails, scratching them along its length then flicking it gently with their strong tips. Eventually, desire would overwhelm her and her entire hand would rub the area in rough, frenzied movements till it became more agony than pleasure. Although she always came hard, Judith found little relief as the desire would almost immediately surge again.
To Judith’s disappointment, Friday was uneventful. She wore Monday’s exact outfit again. Matthew was not in his office. At morning tea, she discovered that he had a meeting with some clients. He would not be in all day. An incredible sense of anticlimax flooded her. She had not slept. She had wrestled with herself for two hours as to what she should wear. Her nerves were frayed with anticipation all the way to work. Now he would not be here. He had known all along she realised.
Judith surprised herself by enjoying the Friday night office get together more than she had in weeks. Her disappointment had turned to slight relief. She drank copious amounts of anything that was placed before her. She found herself singing karaoke and sitting on the lap of one of the newly married executives. Everyone was laughing and she was laughing loudest of all. Then, Judith went to the bathroom feeling slightly dizzy. The laughter faded to black.
Soft music, a distant trickle of water and the smell of lavender oil invaded Judith’s senses as she slowly awoke. She was cold. Shivering. Her clothes had disappeared. Only the collar remained around her neck. The floor beneath her felt shiny and cool. It was marble she guessed. Only when she attempted to sit up, did Judith become fully aware of her predicament. Her hands were bound tightly above her head to some immovable object. Similarly, her legs were stretched wide and attached firmly to objects which rendered any movement impossible. A blindfold and a cloth gag adorned her face. She had truly been rendered helpless. A stench of fear pervaded the room. Judith realised it exuded from herself. Despite the cold, her body was oozing droplets of sweat as it fought in vain to regulate the thumping in her chest. She lay there for what seemed an eternity. Goose bumps and perspiration. Beyond scared. Numb with fear.
The hollow sound of slow deliberate footsteps entering the room was almost a relief. Instinctively, Judith pulled at her bonds. The footsteps stopped. The silence echoed. Then, she heard soft steady breathing in her right ear. The visitor was kneeling beside her, their face mere inches from hers. “I warned you,” came Matthew’s familiar voice. “I will give you what you think you want. I know you will regret it but your fate is sealed. So be it.” The words spun in Judith’s head. She could still be singing karaoke. Or snuggled in her bed. Anything but this. Yet, her arrogance had betrayed her. She had sought his attention. Now she had it. She had no control over the tears and muffled sobs that now emerged. “Stop it,” Matthew almost whispered in her ear. She felt his warm hand almost imperceptibly stroking her cheek. The sensation was strangely soothing and she regained a modicum of control. “I need you to listen carefully,” Matthew continued. “This is very important. No matter what happens to you here tonight you must remember something. You will leave here alive with no lasting physical damage. Please remember that at all times. I cannot vouch however for your psychological state of mind.”
Judith felt him touch her cheek more deliberately now. His fingers traced circles across her brow, down her cheekbones, along her jaw line. Her flesh tingled with raw emotion. Trepidation and anticipation. She felt even more goose bumps developing on her skin. His fingers explored beyond the confines of her face, tickling at the delicate creases in her neck before resting at the top of her breasts. His gentle ministrations ceased as she felt him twist both puckered nipples in quick, staccato movements. Her sensitive breasts had never been treated so disrespectfully before. Her only boyfriend had been a kind if not particularly passionate or competent lover. Again the tears welled up in her eyes. Judith was indignant at such treatment. This grew to humiliation as she gradually became aware of an imploring hunger developing somewhere in her pussy. No longer aware of the cold, Judith felt a glow travelling from her pussy and through the core of her being, heightening every sensation till even the pain in her breasts was something she longed for.
Matthew was using his mouth to bite each breast in turn, his teeth alternating between the nipples themselves and the firm flesh that formed her perfect mounds. The pain sang through her body and at times she found it unbearable. Occasionally Matthew would stop. Not touch her at all for minutes at a time. The lack of sensation was the greater pain. Her whole body begged for his touch. Anything was better than denial. Eventually, Matthew explored further, his tongue and teeth urging a path towards her erupting centre. Then, just as he reached the top of her pussy lips, just as she was squealing through her gag for attentions yet unknown, he stopped. After a long pause, Matthew spoke. “Judith, when you wear that collar, you wear it for me. It means that you wish to serve me. It means that you are here for my pleasure. Your needs are incidental. If you decide to return to me of your own accord after tonight you would do well to remember this.”
At this point, Matthew removed her blindfold with quick, jerking motions. Judith blinked as her eyes adjusted to the muted candle light that filled the room. Matthew towered above her, his legs straddling her thighs. He wore no clothes. His eight inch, incredibly thick cock stood proudly at attention. The sight petrified her even as the glow in her loins spread further into her womb. He was staring, she realised, straight at her pussy which was shamelessly on display for his inspection. She blushed furiously under his scrutiny. “When you wear my collar,” Matthew stated, “you become my fuck bitch. Your body is mine to violate as I wish. I have something special planned for you tonight.”
As he spoke, Matthew untied her arms and legs, then helped her to her feet. Judith moved stiffly as he led her across the room to an apparatus unlike any she’d ever seen. She found herself standing, legs apart over a narrow bench covered in soft, fleecy fabric. Matthew adjusted its height beneath her so that her outer pussy lips barely touched the material. He then stood behind her and pressed her forward so that her hands gripped the sides of the bench. Abruptly, just as she was adjusting to this uncomfortable position, Judith jumped as she felt a cold liquid being poured down her butt crack. “Don’t move bitch,” Matthew warned. Matthew spread the liquid with his fingers till it formed a moist puddle at the entrance to her ass. He used one finger to persistently force her ass open and slide considerable quantities inside. Judith knew she did not want this, but she was also past the point of no return. She considered her options. Beg. Try to run. Both would be futile.
As Judith dismissed plans for flight from her mind, Matthew gripped her hips fiercely, pulling her ass towards his expectant cock. She could feel the head pressing urgently at her rim. Her anal muscles contracted involuntarily as she fought unsuccessfully to steady her breathing. Matthew seemed unconcerned. He pressed forward, the bulbous head of his cock managing to just break through. Tears streamed down Judith’s face as pain seared through her body. Mewling sounds formed in her throat but they were barely audible through the gag. “Listen bitch. I inspected both your holes while you slept. Both are way too tight. I am going to deal with this virgin one first, then we’ll stretch that cunt of yours. There is worse to come so save your energy.” For the first time in the whole ordeal, Judith lost all control. Her knees and arms shook so violently that she could hardly concentrate on supporting her body. Blinding, stinging tears flowed without end.
A silky cloth caressed her face, wiping the tears till they flowed less copiously and she could at least focus somewhat on Matthew’s face in front of hers. “Hush,” he admonished in a gentle tone. “No real harm will come to you. I promised you that.” Matthew’s voice and steady eyes stilled her distress almost immediately. She was not unaware of a craving deep within that wanted him to continue. More than anything she had needed his reassurance. She needed to trust him. She found herself regretting that he had paused in his mission, even as she felt a new sense of calm. Matthew returned to his position behind her. His cock pressed forward with no consideration for her tightness this time, a burning sensation once more blistering her entire body. She knew he was moving deeper and deeper inside her but she could not concentrate on his efforts. Her mind could only register pain. After ten minutes, maybe more, she realised that he was inside her but not moving.
Surprisingly, her body now ached to feel the full force of his penetration. Matthew began to thrust inside her ass. Tiny movements at first, as he controlled the sway of her hips back and forth along his shaft. The thrusts became long, slow strokes with his cock almost easing out of her entrance before re-entering till his balls pressed hard against her cheeks. Then, he began to pummel her no longer virgin ass. Swift, fierce ramming of her tight, violated hole with his thick pole. Even through the agony, Judith could feel the sensory nerves in her ass swelling with pleasure.
Her breathing quickened as each thrust caused her clit to rub furiously against the fleecy fabric on the bench. Her body was in overdrive. She felt herself on the edge. The urge to cum was so strong that she was afraid of it, desperate to experience it yet not wanting to unleash herself to its power. Thus, when Matthew slammed into her with an unworldly guttural moan, unleashing his spray into her defiled asshole, Judith found herself frustrated and unfulfilled.
Matthew helped her to her feet once again. He adjusted the bench to a lower position then came to stand before her. This time she was rewarded with his broad smile. The smile that she had only seen once before. Her heart fluttered. She watched in awe as she took a huge artificial cock and strapped it firmly to the bench in front of her. She estimated it to be about nine inches long and tapering from about a mere one inch in width at the top to four inches at the bottom. Her pussy simultaneously tingled and cringed at the sight. Matthew continued to smile as he stretched her arms above her till she was on tiptoe, directly above the new toy. Her hands were then tied securely to a beam overhead.