A Quiet Day at the Office Ch. 05

Yes, that of course would be the worse part, you know that you would get pleasure from it. You know that you would have no control over your actions. You know that your own cunt would be absolutely soaking wet. If it was something that I wanted. You know that my pleasure is your only concern.

Of course, you secretly hope that you are enough. That you have demonstrated to me that you are a nasty little cum slut. That you have surrendered yourself to me. That you are my property. That you are my Pet. That all you live for now is being commanded to suck my cock and swallow my cum. To spread your legs upon my order and take my hard cock in your wet cunt. Yes, you hope that your mouth is warm and wet enough... that your pussy is inviting and tight enough... that your ass is... Oh God, that your ass is... virgin enough.

You look at me as I methodically whip you. You want to go to me, fall to your knees and beg, "Please Master, I know I have no right to ask you... but please, I beg you, have no other Pet than me... have no other slave than me... please Master... have no other cum slut than me. I will do anything and everything you ask. I promise that you will need no other. I will satisfy your every want. Please Master... Oh God please."

But... as you beg and plead... you notice that words start to fall on deaf ears... you begin see yourself slip in a slow decent through a foggy haze. You start to drift on the ocean of your dream. As you slip, you realized that you are no longer in my office. You fall through the clouds of your subconscious... until... until... you suddenly feel yourself crawling along on a hard wood floor.

You are crawling and crawling. To where... you begin to wonder as you travel down a long endless corridor. The only light is provided by tall candles placed in wall mounted holders. You are in no place that you recognize and so you begin to slow your movements. As you do, you feel the tug of the slave collar and leash that is now attached to your neck. You cannot make out the person who is leading you down the corridor. You do not know if it is me. All you can see is the bottom hem of a dark robe and a pair of bare feet.

You pick up the pace as you still wonder where you are. Are you still in the house? If you are, then you have never been in this part of it. Then you think, with a wicked smile that causes your pussy to get wet again, perhaps it is some secret part of it. A subterranean passage way. Maybe leading, you grin so wide that you actually blush, to a... dungeon of some type. Your blushing causes your arousal to increase.

You are still naked. In addition to the collar, you also still wear the wrist and ankle cuffs. You continue to crawl along for what seems like forever. The persistent tug you feel on the leash does nothing to diminish your already excited state.

Finally you arrive at a door. From your vantage point you cannot really make out much of it. But it looks sturdy and imposing. You hear the person leading you remove some keys and unlock the door. Slowly the door is pushed open and you feel a playful, yet assertive smack of the riding crop on your ass. And then you finally hear me command, "Inside, Slut."

You are excited beyond belief to discover that it me you is leading you. Thrilled beyond words that I have chosen you and only you. You feel a sense of bliss as I lead you to the center of the room. The warm glow of belonging coats your naked skin. The sensation is marvelous. You make a solemn vow that you will be the best pet ever... the best slave... the best cum slut I have ever possessed. That you will make me so happy. As you crawl across the floor with the gracefulness of a panther you begin to feel yourself getting very turned on. You feel your blood rushing to your cunt like a freight train. You do not stop the pleasure. You relish in it.

You make your way inside the room. Candles light a narrow hallway that leads, you can see, to an opening of a much larger room. "Oh Master," you smile. "I am going make you so very proud of me. So very proud indeed. I'm going to make you forget all those other little sluts."

You glide across the floor on wings of joy. You feel so light, so carefree. Unfortunately, your happiness is short lived, because as you turn the corner of the corridor and come upon the main room you receive the shock of your new life. It hits you like a bolt of lighting from the sky. We are not alone. You can not be sure of the number, but you are certain that there are several other women in the room.

Even though you can only lift your head up so much, you can see that they are all naked too. You can see that they are all on their knees with their arms behind their backs and their foreheads touching the floor. They are all in the 'Worship' position. You do notice one thing slightly different about the arrangement of their bodies... not only are their hands behind their backs... but their hands are securely tied by wrist cuffs.

You soon are acutely aware of a change in the deep recesses of your heart as you feel it sink to the bottom of your soul and you look upon them with horror. For you know what they are. They are slaves... cum sluts... my cum sluts... and they are just like you.

You want to cry and scream out to me, "Why Master... why? Was I not enough of a slut for you!? Did I not drop to my knees fast enough and offer you my mouth to be used for your pleasure? Did I not beg for your cum? And when you so graciously gave it to me, did I not swallow it down when commanded? Yes, I did all those things and more. Then what, Master... what did I do wrong!? Tell me and I will most surely correct it. Please send them all away! They will not please you as well as I will. Please, command me and I will show you!!"

But your voiceless screams fall as I position you directly behind one of the other slaves. As you settle in think you are certain that you hear a faint humming sound. At least you think you do. You are not sure as there are so many other thoughts and images racing around in your head. Thoughts of doubt and confusion.

"Why is Master treating me this way?" you ponder. "What did I do? Was I not the perfect slave... the perfect little slut?" But as you stare at this other slut vying for my attention, you slowly come to the realization that it was nothing that you did or didn't do. This is simply the way it is. You may belong to me... but you will never... just by yourself.., be enough for me. And why could you ever hope to be. I am your Master. I am your world. And you... like them... are honored to be a part of that world. It is a privilege you must earn. You know that if I want them all I will have them. I will use them... as I have use you. I will take my pleasure from your body and give you pleasure when you have earned it.

You know that you will wait patiently for the moment when I decide to pay you a stipend of my attention. And so... for when when your time comes... you know that you will always be ready for me. You will always be ready with your legs spread wide and your mouth stretched open. So your thoughts and desires will always be of me and my hard cock. You will think about new ways to please me and so your cunt will always be constantly wet.

As you settle in behind this other slave, you steal a glance out of the corner of your left eye and see that the slave girl next to you is also wearing a collar plus wrist and ankle cuffs... and that her wrists are in fact bound behind her back. You sense that there is something familiar about her... something disturbingly familiar about her. But before your can focus your memory on her... you suddenly feel the taste of the crop on your naked ass. "Eyes front slut," I say to you sternly.

The echo of the impact of the leather on your delicate flesh hangs in the air as you quickly turn your stare back to the slut in front of you. You look at her round ass and shaved pussy. You see how wet she is. Her arousal and desire for Master is clear and present... with her juices running down her thighs. And why not you think, "She is Master's slave too... His cum slut." You know she has undoubtedly been ordered to suck my cock into her mouth. And you know with absolute certainty that she has been commanded to swallowed my sweet precious cum. In fact, you can most surely see her... on her knees... begging for it like the slut she is.

However... you can see that she... and you will assume they... have another item that you do not... a butt plug. But you know that you will most certainly feel the wicked sensation of being anally penetrated again. You feel me place the tip of the crop underneath you and between your breasts. "Rise slave," I order. "But remain on your knees."

"Yes Master," you say clearly... albeit softly and with tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes... as you lift your upper body up and place your hands on your thighs. You feel me move away from you. In my absence, you get your first complete look at the room you now find yourself in. The faint humming sound is still audible. You try and discover its source... but you cannot. It seems to be coming from each and every corner of the room.

As you cast a glance about the room... you see that it is lit, as was the narrow corridor leading to it... by candles. The copious amount of candles give the room a glowing surreal look. You see that the room is divided into two levels. The lower level... where you are currently located and an upper level that is in front of you and about three feet higher.

In the center of the raised platform you see a large comfortable chair. You know instantly that this is My chair. It is from here that I will sit and command you. Flanking the chair on either side you see what looks like an over-sized padded sawhorse with hooks attached to the base of it and a structure that looks like a giant X with hooks and ties on the upper and lower parts of it. You then turn your attention to the lower part of the room. Against the walls, on the both sides of the lower part, you see various metal chains with shackles hanging from the ceiling. All around the room are tables with various whips and paddles. Cat-o-nine tails and floggers. You feel a slight shiver run through your body as you imagine them being used on you.

After you have surveyed the room, you immediately count the number of other slaves that are in the room. "Eight," you say to yourself. "Eight other little cum sluts. Eight other whores longing for my Master's cum. The cum that was for me... that was supposed to be all mine."

Then you look closer at the slave right next to you. "Where," you ask yourself. "Where have I seen her before?" You study her blonde hair and small figure and her... And then... you realize in absolute horror, who this slave is and where you have seen her. "It's Kristen!" you almost shout out loud... it is Kristen. Kristen... the shy, cute, diminutive girl from your office.

"BUT NO!!" you want to wail. "She does not still serve Master! Master dismissed her... I saw the look in her eye... the sadness... the longing." But then you realize that in fact she does still serve Master... still pleasures him with her mouth and pussy... and ass."

You tear your eyes away from Kristen and look upon the other sluts. You study their bodies. Their submissive form. You begrudgingly admit that they... like Kristen... are all beautiful. Their skin appears to be so smooth and their bodies so firm that you begin to wonder if they were all sculpted from marble. Soon you feel your eyes begin to fill with a mixture of resentfulness and disdain. "They are nothing," you declare to yourself as you kneel proudly. "I am a better slave... a bigger slut than any of them. Master will see that they are all spurious. Mere pretenders of the faith. Yes, Master will see this," you smile to yourself almost haughtily. "And then he will dismiss them all and I will serve him alone. As it was meant to be."

But as you look closer at these other sluts. You see how precise they are lined up and how rigidly they hold the 'Worship' position. Granted their wrists are all bound behind their backs... but still... they seem to scarcely breathe. Or barely move a muscle. How long have they been here you wonder. Hours...? Days...? Weeks...?

"Oh... my... God," you start to ponder. "Have they been... could they have been... holding this position... for weeks?"

Then you begin to think, "Could I do this? Do I have that level of discipline and devotion?" Then at once... your attitude towards these other slaves begins to change. You start to see them, not as rivals for my cock and my cum, but as equals. They are here after all to please me. You start to care for them. They are, after all, your sisters in servitude. Yes, even Kristen.

Suddenly you feel me next to you. "Hands behind your back," I command. You follow my orders and place your hands quickly behind your back. I then lock the cuffs together. The memories of being bound flood back into your subconscious. As before, you test the bonds. They are secure. Just as before... you are powerless. And just as before... your awareness of your condition increases your arousal.

You wonder if I will notice how wet you are. You feel your heart begin to beat a little bit faster. Fear and trepidation start to creep into your mind as you begin to wonder what I really have in store for you.

You feel me move in closer to you and kiss your neck. I trace my tongue up and whisper in your ear, "Are you ready for the next phase of your training, slave?'

"Yes, Master."

"Excellent. You are now known as Slave 9. Do you understand?

"Yes, Master."

"Worship, Slave 9," I order.

Almost before the last consonant slips out of my mouth, you place your forehead on the ground in front of you. "I will show him," you say to yourself. "I will be the best slave Master has ever had."

"You will remain in this position until I call for you, Slave 9. You will remain still. You will not move. You will not make any sounds," I say sternly. "Do you understand, Slave 9?"

"Yes Master," you say loudly and with pride for the other sluts to hear.

You then feel my hands caressing your body. You whimper as my hands stroke your ass... the backs of your thighs... your dripping wet cunt. As I penetrate the folds of your cunt with my fingers, you release a low, passionately guttural moan. You are so turned on. You want to cum so badly that you very nearly start to thrust back against my hand.

But you stop yourself and remember, "Master told me to remain still... and to not make any noise. I must show Master that I can control myself... control my desires... control my body."

You do just that as I can continue to finger your pussy. You fight to suppress your moaning... you struggle to refrain from thrusting your body against my hand. And as silence fills the room and you imagine the looks of envy on the other slaves faces as I shower you with attention. You smile and glow with pride. For even though you are silent... even though they know you are struggling so very hard not to moan... they all know that you are being touched by Me.

"You see," you smirk to them. "Master prefers me. I am the one the he truly adores."

As you bask in the limelight of my touch you feel my fingers, now quite wet from your juices, slide up and begin to tease your anal opening. You know what I am preparing you for and since you want to prove to me that you will be the best slut in the world, you immediately begin to relax your muscles and allow my finger to penetrate your anal cavity with considerable ease. You bite your lip in order prevent a moan from escaping from your lips. But... unfortunately... as my finger slides all the way in and then back out again... you whimper slightly at its removable. And then... when I slip my finger all the way back in and out again and then introduce a second finger deep inside your asshole... you moan even louder.

As your desire and your body betray you... you know that the other sluts are snickering at you. You cannot see them, but you can feel them. And so you want nothing more than to be allowed to crawl into the corner room and die.

And then... when I am convinced that you are thoroughly lubricated I remove my fingers and pick up the object of the lesson. A large butt plug. Before I insert it in your ass... I get it wet by inserting it in your pussy. You moan again at the intrusion.

"Oh, God... why can't I control myself...? Why...? Master will not be pleased... he will not be pleased and he will send me away. He will send me away and I will no longer serve him. No longer suck his magnificent cock... no longer feel Master's beautiful throbbing member slamming in and out of my pussy... and then hopefully my ass."

And so you moan out again as I work the butt plug around in your cunt... you know that I just want to make sure it is completely coated with your juices. But you fight the voices of doubt inside your head... the voices that tell you that I will not be pleased with you... that I will send you away. And so when I remove it and position the tip at the opening of your ass... you ignore your fears and because you still want to please me so much... you relax your ass... and since it was so well prepared... the plug slides in effortlessly and pops into place.

"Oh my... very good slut... very good indeed," I say out loud as I marvel at your lack of resistance.

Any trepidation washes off your body and you beam underneath me, "I have pleased him. I have pleased my Master."

You then learn the source of the humming in the room as you feel me hold on to the base of the butt plug and flip a switch. At once, wave after wave of pleasure surge through your body at the activation of vibrating feature of the plug. Instantly, all you can think of is your pussy and wetness flowing out of it. You now figure out the reason why I bound your hands. You are so turned on that if you were given the opportunity, you would finger yourself frantically without hesitation.

You then realize that the other slaves are in the same situation as you. You are once again amazed by their control... their discipline. They have all remained motionless this entire time. In fact, they have not even made a sound. They are surely in as an excited state as you. You saw how wet the pussy of the slut in front of you was. And she did not moan or move an inch! How is that possible? You feel your own body falling victim to the cruel device I so deviously placed in your ass. You can't help it and you start to softly moan as your hips begin to rotate uncontrollably, as if your movements will somehow create the requisite friction to bring you a most glorious orgasm.

"Why do they not move," you want to scream. "Or moan like the sluts they are. They are not better than me. If I cannot control my body and my desires, how can they?"

With your forehead still pressed to the floor, you twist your head slightly to the side to afford a glimpse of blonde Kristen to your left. "How?" you still wonder. "How can she do this. She is not better than me. But... my God... she is immobile." You think as you stare in awe at her seemingly zen-like trance as your body continues to shake with a deep lascivious need.

"This is why Master did not dismiss her," she say to yourself. "And why he will inevitability dismiss me." But as you try in vain to convince yourself of what you think is the truth... you feel tears begin to well up in your eyes. "I cannot do it. I cannot control my body like her. She is not human... none of them are. They are like... machines. And I am merely a slut to my own desires, not my Master's."

Then fear and apprehension begin to surge again through your body as you realize, "They are better than me. Why? What do they possess? What skill?"