Blackmailed!

The beautiful woman in front of me brandishes her riding crop before bringing it down on my back. I hear a soft giggle as I instinctively moan in pain. She brings her hand in front of her mouth, feigning modesty before she brings her hand to the top of my head and forces it down. I am on my knees, naked save a pair of boxers. The beautiful woman runs her fingers through my hair gently before bringing the riding crop down again. My mistress wears a lacy bra and her callipygian rear is accentuated by her boy shorts and her stiletto heels.

"I am going to hear you say it," she purrs, running over my back with her crop.

"Say what?" I shudder. I look up at her and for a brief second my blue eyes meet with her pair of verdant green eyes. Anger flashes across her face and she brings the riding crop down hard, harder than it has ever come down before. Her hand smacks me across the face and she pulls my chin up forcing my gaze into her eyes.

"I have trained you better."

"You are going to hear me say what, mistress?"

The woman controlling me snickers. "I am going to hear you say that I own your body. That you will do whatever I bid and that you will worship me as I see fit."

"Please, mistress, please don't humiliate me like-" the riding crop comes down hard on my back and I howl in pain.

"Say it."

"You own my body."

The riding crop once again finds its mark on my back with a snap and again I wince in pain. "And?"

"And I will do whatever you bid. And I will worship you as you see fit, mistress." I breathe in deeply, bracing myself for another impact. I cast my eyes downward at her pedicured toes. I feel a hand reach down to my chin again and I feel my head being forced upwards once more.

"Good boy," she says. "Now remove my panties, I have grown tired of them. But you are only allowed to use your mouth."

*****

It occurs to me that I should tell how I found myself in such a predicament. My name is Alex Kern, and I work as an accountant at a medium sized catering company in Washington, DC. We have catered for a few people who matter in the government and many more who have such pretensions. There are only a handful of people in the office as most are out 'in the field' as we call it. The company hired a woman fresh out of college for IT work. Her name was Melissa Clarkson. She immediately caught my eye as she was not only beautiful but she had a certain vitality that made it difficult to look away. Her skin is milky white and unblemished and long tumbles of raven hair frame her striking face. Our conversations were stilted at first but we found some chemistry with each other. The thing I found most compelling about her was the fact that she never truly smiled or laughed; there would be a quick flash in her eyes or only the edges of her small lips would curl up. I felt a compulsion to get her to actually smile, to share her laugh with me. She always denied me that simple pleasure.

A few months after she was hired we were tasked with going to Atlanta to test computers that we considered buying for the office. The salesman was a complete hack and Melissa embarrassed him by asking questions he couldn't answer. The computers themselves weren't bad when we tried them out but were overpriced and we decided against the purchase. Throughout the day, she had been standing very close to me the whole time and flirting in her subtle way. After we ate at a shitty franchise restaurant we decided to return to the hotel and get a few beers at the bar. She let me get her a few drinks.

"Yeah, I just don't think those computers were capable of much." I said with a shrug.

She leaned in and touched my arm. "You've never shown me what you are capable of..." she trails off.

I brush her aside to get a clear look at her face. "I am capable of terrible, terrible things. Would you like to find out?"

I suppose she picked this time to drop her subtlety. "I have a surprise for you. But you will have to follow me upstairs." Her little vulpine smile flashed across her face. I have always been a little awkward but I managed to pick this hint up. We found ourselves going to her room where she walked to the edge of the bed and sat, crossing her legs.

She looked at me and tilted her head. "On your knees."

I took a half step back and a look of confusion spreads cross my face. "W-what?"

"I said get on your knees." She folded her arms.

"You can't...I mean-"

She held a finger up to shush me. "Eight thousand two hundred and sixty seven dollars."

I looked up at her and my eyes widened in shock. "How did you..." I stammered.

She rolled her eyes. "That is how much you laundered from the company. I watched your computer and saw you do the whole thing."

"I needed the money for-" again she held her finger up to silence me.

"I don't care what you needed it for. And don't worry, I am the only one who knows. But I will need something out of you."

I felt my head sag. "What? Money?"

"Of course not silly. I need your body. I am to be your domme."

I looked up again, bewildered. "My what?"

"I am going to be your domme, and you are going to be my submissive toy. I will use you to satisfy whatever need I may have."

"This is ridiculous. I won't, I can't..."

"Police or the boss?

"What?

"Would you rather I go to the police or the boss first to tell them about your little scheme? It wouldn't be a problem," she mentioned, resting her chin on her hand.

"Oh come on. Does it need to come to this?" I sighed.

"On your knees."

My mind raced. It was dumb to take the money but the boss was so careless with everything. I said there was some additional money he needed in taxes and put it in my own account. I did it all with the company computer, thinking no one was looking. But Melissa, crafty Melissa, mean Melissa saw the whole thing. Dumb dumb dumb. I scrunched my face up expressing pain and then my knees hit the floor.

"Good boy." She beckoned me over with her finger and I obeyed. "I am going to tell you how this works. I will beat you, I will humiliate you, I will fuck you until you beg for mercy." She caressed my face gently outlining my jaw until she got to my neck. She then dug her nails in me. "And I won't tell a soul. You are going to be at my beck and call. Whenever, wherever."

Our gazes met. "I will do it." I mutter.

She slapped me across the face. "You will address me as mistress. Or you will be punished."

I felt the sting. My face glowed red from the smack. "Yes, mistress."

She scooted back on the bed and removed one of her heels with a flourish. She revealed a small foot and toe nails in a beautiful purpurescent shade. "As a sign of your submission to me you are going to lick the bottom of my foot."

I leaned in, tongue out ready to lick my domme's foot. I paused for a second and withdraw, disgusted at my obsequious actions. Melissa arched her eyebrows and erased all the doubt from my mind. I leaned in again as if drawn forward and lick her foot, slowly, from top to bottom. For the first time I heard her giggle.

"Take your shirt off."

I fumbled with the buttons and begin to disrobe. She bit her lip.

"Someone has been working out," she said, as she ran her hand through my chest hair. It was true, I had been hitting the gym and my chest was impeccable, if I may be immodest. She undid the top button of her blouse. "If you beg, you can see my chest. I know you want to. I have caught you looking."

"Please mistress, please let me see your chest."

She frowned. "You can be better than that."

"Please mistress an unworthy toy like me is only good when serving a beautiful mistress. I could serve you, please you, do anything for you if you showed me your beautiful heaving breasts."

"That's better." She undid all of the buttons and whipped the blouse across the room, revealing a lacy red bra. I felt my manhood begin to stiffen and a pang of shame displayed itself on my face. She noticed my erection too and flashed a broad smile. "On the bed. Supine."

I stood up and lay on my back as my mistress commanded. She yanked off her skirt and crawled on top of the bed. She loosened my belt and pulled my pants off. I clenched my fists as I could feel that I was no longer in control of my own body. She straddled me and pinned my arms above my head. Her long raven hair fell to the side as my domme leaned down to kiss me. Our lips met and we began to kiss, or more appropriately she began to kiss me. Her hips moved over me slowly with sensual drawn out motions; she was feeling for my erection to know exactly what power she had over me. I felt her tongue enter my mouth and I was overcome with lust and submissiveness. She withdrew and looked down on me as I tried not to show my lust. She placed her index finger at the bottom of my neck, pressed her manicured nail into my skin and slowly made her way down to by belly button with it. She smiled again as I tried in vain not to whimper in pain.

"You want to please your mistress?" She cocked her head to the side as she levied the question.

"Yes, mistress, I want to please you," I moaned. She got off me for a second and took her panties off. The sight of her thick bush sent a wave of anticipation down my spine. She placed them on my face and I got a whiff of her scent. I heard her snicker and toss them aside. I felt her body on mine as she moved up and lowered herself on to my face. I could not hold myself back and started working her clitoris with my tongue. On her clitoris I spelled the name of my blackmailer. M-E-L-I-S-S-A. Melissa, mean Melissa. My domme. She gave a low moan and gave my brown hair a tug, pulling me further into her. I picked up the pace and was rewarded with her moving her hips into me. Her moans became louder, more primal. I flicked my tongue over her clitoris more deftly, knowing what pleased my domina and more desperate to bring her to orgasm. Her legs began to shake and her moans reached a fever pitch. She shrieked her orgasm out and let my head down. She sat on my chest and looked down at me. I felt her hand tracing my lips, blessed with her honey. She opened my mouth with her hand and stuck her index finger and middle finger in.

"Suck them. Be my submissive whore." I sucked them eagerly. She smiled an evil smile at me and began to move her hips sensually on my chest. "Oh don't worry. I am going to fuck you. Your body is my pleasure tool." She took her hand out of my mouth and removed her bra unveiling her breasts. She giggled as I ran my tongue over my lips. "Thirty four D, if you are curious." She moved back and lowered herself on to my rock hard manhood.

She looked me dead in the eye as she began to work me. Every hip thrust was long slow and drawn out and I grabbed the sheet in pleasure. She placed her hand on my chest, letting me know who was controlling whom. Air filled my lungs as my eyes rolled back in my head; she quickened her pace and I let out a moan. Every little precious finger on her hand dug into my chest and I yelped in pain. She moved her hips in a circle and every part of my throbbing erection was pleasured. Her other hand found its way to her long raven hair as she picked up the pace yet again. My toes curled and my legs locked as my domme skillfully built my orgasm. Her large breasts bounced temptingly as she used my body.

Then she stopped and put her hands around my throat. "Beg for it. Beg for an orgasm," she hissed through clenched teeth.

"Please mistress, please make me cum! I need it, I need it so badly," I uttered, stifling a moan. She clenched my throat more closely as she began to move her hips at a frenetic pace. Every thrust sent a wave of ecstasy through my body and I finally exploded inside her. She leaned back and blew the hair out of her face. She threw me a disgusted look and then spat on my face.

"You're going to have to do better than that. But don't be afraid. I will train you, pet." She got off of me and lay on her back. She grabbed the back of my head and brought me up to her breast. I started sucking as she ran her fingers through my hair.

"I am going to have fun with you," she whispered in my ear. All I could do is nod.

*****

So that's how I found myself, basically a sex slave to a sadistic coworker. The whip comes down hard again, and I know I must please my mistress.