tagBDSMAmazon-dot-cum Ch. 09

Amazon-dot-cum Ch. 09

byCouture©

Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.

(c) 2004 Couture


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Back at her office behind closed and locked doors, Thandi was livid.

"You bitch! You fucking ungrateful whore," she stormed.

I trembled in fear, wondering what she would do to me, but most of all, wondering . . . "What did I do wrong ma'am?" I squeaked.

She grabbed me by the ear and pulled me so close my chin touched hers. "Job number one Tracy - what is it?"

"Pleasing you ma'am," I answered automatically.

"Better . . ." she said, letting my ear go and stepping back. "Let's try this again." She looked me up and down, but her eyes were narrowed, like lasers they cut into my soul.

Sometimes it was so hard to read her expression, how was I to know what she wanted at all times without her telling me? But knowing Thandi, it was a good bet that it had something to do with sex. I bit my lower lip and took a chance.

I began to strip.

Her hard expression softened just a bit and there was a lull in the storm that roared behind her eyes. She glanced down at her sex. I dropped to my knees and shuffled forward, oblivious to the rough carpet digging into my flesh.

Thandi sneered, placed her foot on my shoulder and kept me away.

"Please ma'am," I begged.

"Please what, pussy girl?" she asked. "What is it that you want?"

"Your pussy Miss Moore," I said, my voice husky with sexual desire. "I want to worship your sweet black pussy."

Thandi leaned further back against her desk and she placed her other foot against my right shoulder. Her hips rocked from side to side as she slid her skirt up, exposing her small sexy panties.

"This pussy?" she teased. Not only was she teasing me, she teased herself, her manicured fingernail traveled up and down her slit.

I tried to push forward, but she held me back digging her heels into my shoulders.

"Yes Miss. . . please. . ." I gasped.

"Oh I don't think so little-miss-thang," she said, as she pulled the gusset of her panties to the side, exposing her swollen ripe fruit. "This pussy feels a little neglected. All you seem think about are cocks and fifteen percent raises."

"I'm sorry Miss Moore." I kissed her feet. I licked the dirt from her heels in submission. "I won't - I won't let it happen again."

"Bitch, you better not let it happen again," Thandi sneered. "When I give you an order, you better follow it goddamnit. . . instead of adlibbing an extra raise for yourself. But I'm not the one you need to make it up to."

Miss Moore pointed down to her damp sex. "Now apologize to pussy." She spread her lips between her fingers, baring her wet inner recesses to my gaze. "You are my pussy's girl, aren't you?"

"Yes ma'am," I said without hesitation. It felt strange looking directly at Thandi's sex after being forced to look her in the eyes so many times. "I'm sorry," I said. "Please forgive me."

Thandi still held me away from her. "I'm sorry pussy," she corrected.

I could feel my cheeks warming. It never failed for Miss Moore to make me blush like a schoolgirl. I couldn't believe she had me on my knees begging fro forgiveness from a sexual organ. Worse, I couldn't believe the feeling of lust that overtook me as I did so. "I'm sorry p-pussy. Please forgive me. I won't- I won't let it happen again."

Thandi let me move closer this time, but stopped me just shy of three inches. I could smell her humid lushness. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue as far as I could reach, yet it wasn't enough.

"I forgive you pet, but *she* still isn't happy with you," Thandi said. "Perhaps you can think of something that would excite her. Something you could do to prove your worth."

I could only think of three things that excited Miss Moore, and the first one didn't count because I couldn't touch her. That only left two other choices, my humiliation, or my pain. I would have accepted either, but I didn't have the creative mind to come up with the humiliating ideas that Thandi always had on hand. That really only left one final option, and even that would be difficult since we were at work.

I locked my hands behind my neck. Thandi's gaze penetrated me, boring into my innermost hidden thoughts. Dear God, could I go through with this?

"Miss Moore, would you . . ." I was trembling. Goosebumps covered my naked body. I took another deep breath to find my voice. "Would you punish my breasts please? Do you think that would make pussy forgive me?" My submission had summoned my aching need from deep inside my sex. My nipples were so hard they already ached. I wondered if I would be able to manage.

A low rumble sounded in Thandi's throat as she purred in ecstasy. "Yes, I think that will do nicely," Thandi said, her hands roaming my full breasts as she contemplated what she would do to them.

She slipped her panties down her legs and held them to my mouth. "Open up pet."

She took her time putting them in my mouth, making sure that her soiled crotch rested against my tongue. "Okay close," she said, and I closed my mouth. "That's a good girl. Now, you can taste my pussy and it can remind you of why we have to do this. It will also keep you quiet, and you do understand that we have to be very quiet, don't you pet?"

With her panties in my mouth I could do little more than nod my head.

"If it gets too much for you and you need me to stop, then let the panties drop, okay?"

I nodded again.

"But I will be very disappointed . . . and most importantly. . .pussy will be disappointed," she warned.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, to prepare myself, as she took my nipples between her fingers.

"Open your eyes, slut," she commanded. "Look at me this time and not at my pussy."

I did as she bid. My body trembled either from fear or submission, it was impossible to tell. Her face was just inches from my own; her eyes bore into my soul.

"Here we go. Nice and slow . . ." She massaged my nipples between her fingers. Then she stopped and flicked the hard nubs up and down with her fingernails. There was no pain, only exquisite pleasure. I was melting like putty in her hands.

Then she grew rougher. Pinching and twisting them harshly before going back to delicate caresses. I sucked at the crotch of her panties imagining she was in them.

Ouch! Fuck! I tried to squirm away as she pulled and twisted my sensitive breasts.

"Stop-stop-hold still," she calmly ordered. "Good girl. Now open your eyes and look at me, cunt. I want you right here and now, not in your little daydreams."

Then she resumed her mauling of my delicate breasts. It wasn't sensuous anymore. It was painful. But even so, I could feel an echo of pleasure shoot through my long denied sex with every painful caress.

"Now I don't want a dumb cunt," Thandi continued. "I want you thinking and sharp. And if you get any smart ideas then you better ask yourself one question before you proceed: Am I doing this for Thandi and her beautiful black pussy, or am I being a selfish goddamned bitch?"

The pain grew more than I could bear. I feared she would do permanent damage to my tender nipples. Of their own volition, my hands left my back and rush to protect my defenseless flesh.

"Get those hands back," Thandi spat. "I said get them back."

I was crying in pure helplessness and somehow willed my hands behind my back.

"Good girl." Miss Moore's voice grew softer and so did her touch. "No more selfish bitch anymore, right?"

I nodded my head. No more selfish bitch. Never.

"And you'll think of me and pussy, and only of pleasing us?"

The question was rhetorical, but I nodded my head anyway. Oh how I nodded. At that moment, she was my whole world.

The panties were pulled from my mouth. They were replaced by her full sensual lips. Oh God, she was kissing me! Her hungry mouth devoured my own.

"Je-sus," Thandi moaned. "I need you bitch. I'm on fucking fire."

She grabbed my head and pushed my into her sex. Her cunt was soaked in her sweet nectar, which I drank hungrily from her fountain like fine wine.

The pleasure I gave her wasn't my usual sweet submissive caresses. It was rough animal sex. I'm not sure what possessed me. Maybe I had become so in tuned with Thandi that I knew instinctively what she needed, and somehow I knew that this was what she needed. She trapped my head between her tightly closed thighs and held on for dear life while I licked her through a series of orgasms.

I came up for air when I was finally released. Thandi was still in a daze, her athletic legs spread wide, one of her breasts was exposed, and the panties that had formerly gagged me, were now in her own mouth to silence her own cries.

It didn't take her long to come to, upon which she immediately started putting herself back together.

"We can't do it like this anymore," she said worriedly. "Come on girl, get yourself back together. That was much too loud and we've been here behind closed doors for entirely too long."

We worked efficiently, dressing, and then making sure each other's makeup was in place. Once we were ready, we stood there at the door in each other's arms. Thandi traced the line where my steel chastity belt met my skin. God, how I wanted her to touch me and to feel her on my sex.

"Please. . ." I begged.

"Soon my love," she said. "Perhaps tonight. I have something very special planned."

Oh how my sex ached, how it yearned to be touched. It was no secret. . .I wanted her. I wanted her to touch me.

"I'll call my husband and tell him I'll be late." There it was out. I had admitted that I would cheat on my husband of my own volition.

She put her finger to my lips. "Hush. You'll do no such thing. Besides, I said special. I didn't say how special. Now hurry back to your desk my little pussy girl. Hurry before someone gets suspicious."

I left quickly. And needless to say there was a spring to my step and a saucy swish to my hips that had been missing for quite sometime. I knew I should be horrified. I mean I was married for Christ sakes, but my mind kept going back to that moment and playing it over and over again. No, not the oral sex I had given her. Nor, the punishment of my breasts. Except for a little soreness, that was already fading. What I kept imagining was the kiss. She had kissed me. And yes, she had kissed me before sex, but even so- even so, I couldn't help but wonder if she had feelings for me. And I couldn't help but to wonder about my feelings for her. I mean, I should hate her for all she had done to me. For turning me life upside down, for treating me like a second class human being, some sort of sexual slave. By all rights I should hate her guts. Only . . . I didn't hate her.

I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I wasn't aware of the stares from the people in the office. It wasn't until I got back to my desk that I became aware of them looking at me out of the corner of their eyes - their amused looks and sniggers. I worried that I had forgotten something. That somehow they had surmised what was going on in Miss Moore's office.

But, that wasn't the case at all. When I got back to my cube, I knew the reason for their smug stares. My nameplate on the front of my cube was gone. Replacing it was one that looked just like it only the text was different. Yes, someone had taken quite a bit of time and effort to play a joke at my expense.

Tracy Langston - Ass Kisser

People could be so cruel sometimes. I took hold of the offending placard and tugged, yet it was stuck fast. I could feel the tears coming, so I braced myself and tugged even harder. With a rip, it finally came free. The bitches had taped it up there with double sided tape.

Cowardly bitches. Cowardly backstabbing bitches. I repeated this over and over again as I walked purposefully back to Thandi's office. On the way back, I refused to look around. Refused to let them see me . . . Fucking traitorous whores. I hated them. I hated them all. No, they wouldn't see me cry. I refused to give them the satisfaction.

I finally made it back to Thandi's office and closed the door behind me. I was just in time, because when the tears started, there was no stopping them. Soon, I was bawling helplessly in Miss Moore's arms.

It took a bit, but Thandi was finally able to get me calmed down and the truth out of me.

"So, who's it gonna be?" she asked.

I had no idea what she was talking about and told her so.

"You can't let people walk over you like that," she said. "You are *my* girl. When I ask you to tell people to do something, I expect it done. So you need to command respect. . .you can't let this slide. I won't let it slide."

"But I don't know who did it," I explained. "And no one is going to own up to it."

"I didn't ask you who did it," Thandi said. "I asked you to pick someone. You have three seconds to make a choice. One-two-"

"Gina." I just blurted it out, but I instantly regretted it. We were never *really* close, but of my employees, I was probably closer to her than anyone. But, she did know about Thandi and me, or at the very least, she suspected.

Thandi handed me a tissue to dry my tears. "Listen pet, you have fifteen minutes to go out there and fire Gina. If she leaves in fifteen minutes, I'll authorize separation pay. If not, she's out of here with nothing but the 'ass kissing' incident on her record.

"But-but," I sputtered. I certainly never meant for Gina to be fired. Reprimanded maybe. . .

"The fifteen minutes starts now."

What was I going to do? I couldn't just fire someone. Not on such short notice. There were rules - procedures.

Thandi pointed to the corner. "I just happen to have a box over there in the corner."

I went over and picked it up. It had been my box. The box that I could have put my pictures and knickknacks in and walked out the door back when all this began. Instead, I filled it with my self respect and submission, and gave it back to Thandi. Became her *pussy girl*. Now, it was Gina's box.

"Head high, shoulders back," Thandi encouraged. "I want to see you strut out there. I want to see you do it with authority."

"Yes, ma'am," I murmured. I certainly didn't feel authoritative. I felt like a traitor. I felt like what my employees said I was . . . an ass kisser.

"You can do better than that," Thandi said, her eyes narrowing. She came up to me and took the box from my hands and tossed it down to the floor. "You better do better than that. You are a bad bitch. Come on . . . say it.

"I am a . . . I am a bad bitch." I said it, but I felt as scared as ever. But, I could her it in Thandi's voice that she really was bad - a bad bitch. If I only had her strength.

"Do I need to work on those titties some more?" Thandi asked. "I can you know. Now say it again. With some fucking feeling."

The memory of my earlier torment was still fresh in my mind. No way could I let that happen again. Not this soon at least.

"I am a bad bitch," I said, and amazingly enough, I did feel stronger. "*I* am a *bad* bitch." I repeated with conviction.

"That's right," Thandi moved close and put her arms around me. Her hands traveled from the small of my back down to my thighs where they met the tops of my stockings, traveled up along my garters to my bottom. She squeezed my firm arse possessively, even going so far as to stray her fingertips to my arsehole and tease it. "But don't you forget that you are *my* bad bitch," she said. "And I'm the baddest fucking bitch of all. Now get your sweet arse out there and send that bitch packing to teach them all a fucking lesson."

I reached down and snatched up the box. When I left Thandi's office, I was strutting. I was going to teach Gina a lesson . . . I was going to teach them all a lesson. And as I walked with that box straight to Gina's desk, I could feel every eye on me. And in the outfit I was wearing, who could blame them. With my high heels, tight skirt, and breasts constantly risking exposure from my jacket, I was a walking sex advertisement.

I put the box down on Gina's desk. "Gina, I'm going to have to ask you to pack your stuff."

"But but Tracy," she stuttered, her chin began to tremble. "I didn't do it, I swear."

She probably didn't do it. I felt sorry for her in a way. But I had committed to my course. And besides, I couldn't let Thandi down. "Gina," I said firmly. "You don't have a choice. Pack your things quietly and leave, and you'll be given a severance package with your resignation. Otherwise the 'ass kisser' comment is going on your record along with a dismissal."

"Please. . ." Gina was openly crying now. "I didn't do it. I swear. You can't fire me for something I didn't do."

"Look around Gina," I said. "Do you really think that someone is going to come forward and take your place? It'll never happen. Not in this job market."

"Please. . ." She gave one final straggling plea. Begging for her job. But she had taken the box in resignation.

"Do it Gina," I said firmly. "There really is no other choice."

Gina wiped at her tears and started to pack. Me? I felt like dirt from the guilt. Not so much from her firing. I had no choice in that. But, instead of feeling sorry for her, I felt strangely powerful. I felt it in my deep in my cunt. Doing this to her, Dear God, it was making me hot. It was turning me on.

When it was over and I went back to Miss Moore's office, I noticed something. No one would look at me anymore. The smug stares were gone. They were afraid of me. Literally afraid to be caught looking at me.

"She took the severance," I told Thandi.

"I know," Thandi said. "And I know something else Pet. You liked it. It made you hot, didn't it? Admit it."

God, how she could see right through me. "Yes. . ." I admitted.

"Good girl," she said. "Tonight we will celebrate our success. But for now, I want to give you your little pussy. You've earned it well enough. All you have to do is one little thing for me."

"What is it, ma'am?" My heart was beating a thousand miles a minute. If she was talking about one of the charms, the golden cats that I wore around my wrist, then it would be the last one. I only had to earn this one last golden pussy, and I would finally be let out of the chastity belt that was locked around my waist for what seemed like an eternity.

"I had a new nameplate made for you. Now I know it's early and we haven't moved to our new offices . . . but since they took yours. . ." Thandi gave me a placard that she had wrapped using office paper. "Why don't you go put it up in its place?"

She held her other hand out, and in between her forefinger and thumb, glistened a gold pussy cat - the last gold pussy.

"Why don't you open your present," she said with a sly smile.

I knew what it was; I don't know why she was making such a big deal about it. But, I went ahead and tore away the makeshift wrapping and prepared to give her a fake excited smile . . . but instead gave a surprise gasp.

The nameplate read, Tracy Langston, Personal Executive Trainee, just as she had requested my new position be. God, I hated to admit it, but when I was down on my knees, sucking off the board members earning that title, I had been so proud.

Executive. That's the word I heard. It was the word that made me suck his prick like there was no tomorrow and swallow his bitter come. But now, seeing it on my new nameplate. Seeing all the words there together. How one earth would I bear the humiliation?

Tracy Langston

Personal Executive Trainee

PET. I was to be Thandi's pet. In truth I already was. Only now I was going to advertise it.

"Do you like it?" Thandi asked.

I felt my cheeks warming in embarrassment, but what could I say. "Yes Miss." My mind rebelled. It hated the thought of what I was about to do. But, some other part . . . some dark part located deep inside yearned for it. It craved the feeling of utter and delicious submission that Miss Moore constantly required of me.

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