Controlling Deborah

Feeling her juices making her inner thighs sticky, and her nipples rock hard, poking at her blouse like little erasers, Deborah felt like such a nasty slut and a wave of shame caused her to blush. It didn't stop her feeling of arousal though, or her desire to get to her office and fulfil my orders in full.

Walking into the large law firms main lobby some ten minutes later, Deborah felt sure that the receptionist, as well as the clients waiting for their early morning appointments, knew just what filthy thoughts she'd been thinking on the drive here. She tried not to make eye contact with anyone, afraid that she would give away her guilty secret if they saw her face properly, as she made her way to the elevators.

She had hoped it would have been empty and she could ride it to her office on the fifth floor alone, but before the doors closed after Deborah had stepped in and hit the button, she saw the unwanted sight of Leslie Greenham rushing to join her.

If there was one colleague Deborah did not want to have join her in the evaluator that morning it was Leslie. There had always been tension between then, an unspoken mutual dislike just lurking under the surface, but it was more than that. Leslie Greenham was one of those annoying people who seemed to be able to pick up on Deborah's hidden nature. It was like she could just sense that under the outwardly confident and proper woman, lay a filthy, hidden, submissive whore.

That was of course correct, but it unsettled Deborah that whilst she had been able to keep her secret desires to serve me in any way I desired, no matter how filthy it may be, Leslie could seemingly see through her. Not that she overtly made it clear she knew, but the looks she gave Deborah and the odd comments she made, always kept my slut on guard around her.

Today she was especially nervous to be riding the elevator with her nemesis. Deborah could still feel her juices wetting her inner thighs, and she wondered if the other woman could smell her arousal in the confined space? She hoped not, Deborah was already feeling filthy just being in this state at work, having someone she worked with every day know would be mortifying.

There was also the big dildo she had in her bag that made her feel extra embarrassed. She could only imagine what sort of gossip would spread through the firm if Leslie knew Deborah had brought such a toy with her to work. Just thinking about it made her feel nauseated, but a small part of her, the slutty submissive part that had grown much more vocal in her head the last few months as I'd had her perform more and more actions, did get a thrill from the idea.

Neither woman spoke as the doors closed and the elevator began it's journey, but Deborah made an effort to keep her distance, standing in one corner of the elevator as Leslie stood in another.

Just like with the fat old man she'd seen whilst at the traffic lights, Deborah couldn't stop herself from imagining the most inappropriate things as she rode the elevator with her nemesis. She didn't like the woman and yet that only fuelled her nasty desires. The submissive inside her craved to be used and abused, and whilst she wasn't naturally bisexual, the thought of being made to eat another strong woman's cunt made her knees feel weak.

Deborah knew that I one day planned on having her seduce and fuck a woman. I had told her so early on - just not when the order would come - but the more she thought about what once had repulsed her, the more excited she had gotten. Her husband had once suggested a threesome but Deborah had been dead set against it, now years later she was actively turned on by the thought of being made to bury her face into another woman's crotch at my command.

She looked slyly at Leslie and imagined her stopping the elevator and informing her that I had given instructions that my slut was to be her slut today, that Deborah was to serve Leslie in any way she desired, and what the mature blonde wanted was to have Deborah on her knees right there in the elevator and licking her pussy like the obedient whore she was.

Deborah felt the shame and embarrassment redden her face as the filthy thoughts dominated her head. She knew she shouldn't be thinking about her colleague that way, but couldn't help it, and just thinking about being made to submit to Leslie, to have her scent fill her nostrils and the taste of her cunt fill her mouth as she had the other woman grind her soaked crotch onto her face, smearing her juices all over Deborah's chin and cheeks and lips, made her already tingling pussy throb with desire and need to act like the nasty slut she had become.

By the time the elevator arrived on the fifth floor and Deborah was able to escape the confined space, she was sure Leslie must have been able to smell her arousal. Her pussy was soaked, and without any knickers on she knew she was in danger of the wetness becoming visible on her skirt.

She rushed to her office, giving nothing more than a simple nod to her secretary Sarah, who greeted her with a beaming smile and bright hello as she saw her boss hurrying to the door. Deborah didn't trust herself to interact too much lest she give herself away, Deborah was already so horny and knew she still had a morning of meetings with clients to get through before she could fulfil my instructions and get her release.

The next two and a half hours were like torture. Deborah had to act professionally, listening to the concerns of people who sat across the desk from her, when in reality she was in desperate need to degrade herself and cum.

No matter what the client she was talking to looked like, or what their situation may be, all Deborah could think was how she wanted to have them abusing her. She imagined one client, a large black man, bending her over her desk and fucking her brutally with his big cock, taking out his frustrations at the drugs charge he was fighting on her cunt, slamming his shaft deep in and out of her stretched hole and making her apologise for the police officers who had arrested him and for being a rich white bitch who thought she was better than him.

Another client, this time a young white man no older than twenty who was there to discuss his inheritance from his late grandfather's estate, Deborah imagined filling her mouth with his creamy cum before she was made to let the gooey mix of sperms and saliva dribble down her chin and onto her heaving naked tits after he'd made her suck him whilst he fucked her face.

When the clock finally turned midday and Deborah could take her lunch break, her pussy was a dripping mess. She knew her seat was wet for sure. Thanks to the constant arousal she'd felt ever since she had recorded my orders via the email I'd sent her that morning, she'd been on edge and in need of an orgasm, and now the time had come to actually obey my orders, Deborah was practically ready to climax just from the thought of it never mind the feeling.

"Sarah, I'm taking my lunch break in my office today, please make sure I am not disturbed for the next hour," Deborah said as she pushed the button connection her intercom to the one on her secretary's desk on the other side of the door.

"Of course Miss. Stevens. Enjoy your lunch," Sarah said in her usual perky tone by way of reply, completely unaware that her boss was currently pulling a 9 inch dildo out of her bag and attaching it to the large window that dominated one wall of her office.

Deborah felt a shudder pass through her whole body as she looked at the big fake cock stood proudly at just the right height for her to bend over at the waist and push herself backward onto it. Satisfied she had followed her first order to the letter Deborah took a photo of her dildo to send to me later, and then proceeded to step two.

She couldn't help but look out of the window the dildo was stuck to, her stomach knotting as she saw the bust road teeming with cars and pedestrians all passing by. She wondered if any of them were looking up at her window, and if so what they could see? She was high up and the glass would have some reflection from the sun on it, but could some eagle eyed person see her stood there looking out? And if so what would they be thinking now as she unbuttoned her blouse and, without hesitation, shrugged it off her shoulders, leaving her stood topless and her tits fully on display.

Deborah closed her eyes as she composed herself for a few seconds after discarding her blouse. She felt so on display, and that caused her juices to flow harder. Just knowing she was in her office, standing topless in front of the window like she was a filthy mannequin for everyone to see at my command, had her arms a legs shaking.

Still keeping her eyes shut, Deborah fumbled with her skirt next. Her fingers were clumsy, unable to unhook the catch that kept the garment from falling off right away, but she didn't stop and soon it dropped to the expensively carpeted floor joining her blouse.

Now she was stood fully naked at the window and the sensation of fear and excitement grew much more intensely within Deborah. Her heart was pounding as she forced her eyes open and looked out and down, seeing the cars still driving but and people walking. She couldn't help but groan as a jolt of pleasure coursed through her crotch, clit throbbing as the mental impact of her situation became clear.

Deborah's arousal, already high, went into overdrive as she held up her phone to use the camera to take a naked selfie to add to the phone of the dildo she'd already taken as proof of her obedience.

That done and Deborah took one last look out of the window, feeling her nipples stiffen to almost painful proportions and her cunt literally gush as she prepared to follow my third instruction.

The mature solicitor took a deep breath and moved away from the window briefly, but only to reposition herself to stand facing into the office, her arse and back now to the window and in front of the big dildo stuck to the glass. She felt so filthy and ashamed as she spread her feet wide apart, exposing her pussy to full view before bending at the waist and looking through her thighs, making sure her dripping hole was lined up with the bulbous head of the toy.

She thought about me stood watching her, smiling in approval as she followed my instructions and thinking about that made her feel more confident, a well up of pleasure building inside. Knowing she was serving her master made her fears and shame burn away, leaving only excitement behind to fuel her actions.

Taking a breath and holding it, and with her heart thudding in her chest, Deborah closed her eyes and slowly pushed her arse backwards, impaling herself onto the big round head of the dildo stuck on glass behind her, feeling it parting the wet lips of her pussy and filling her passage, stretching her as she sank an inch of the shaft inside, then another and another.

"Oh fuck!" Deborah cried out in a long strangled moan of pleasure as she pushed herself backwards, her pussy sliding easily along the thick shaft of the fake cock thanks to how incredibly aroused she'd been all day.

The sensation of fullness was overwhelming as Deborah pushed herself harder onto the dildo, taking every inch of its length deep within herself until her arse cheeks touched the cool glass of the window, causing Deborah to gasp as she realised what it must look like from the other side.

Sudden thoughts of people watching erupted with her head. She had pictures of strangers looking up at her office window and seeing her white round arse cheeks pressed against the glass, the suction-cup bottom of the dildo evidence of what she was doing. The idea of being seen, people judging her for being such a slut to fuck herself at work, and in front of the window for good measure, causing waves of almost orgasmic pleasure to course through Deborah's body.

It had been four days since she'd last had her cunt full, then it had been a big black cock from a stranger fucking her, now it was a 9 inch dildo stuffed fully inside her, but the effect was the same, Deborah was practically ready to cry from the feeling.

"Oh yes! Oh fucking yes!" Deborah groaned as she thought of me and pulled her body forward, pulling her dripping pussy off the dildo several inches before thrusting herself back onto it, revelling in the submissive thrill of knowing she was only doing this because I demanded it, that her pleasure was derived from mine, that she was obeying me.

The pleasure quickly grew intense. Every thrust Deborah made, every time her arse cheeks hit the glass signalling she had the full length of the thick rubber cock buried deep inside her, drove the mature solicitor closer to the edge. She had been denied a climax for days, now after just a few seconds of fucking herself on the dildo she was ready to explode.

"Oh shit! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes!" Deborah cried, her breath ragged already as the waves of pleasure coursed through her body, her cunt spasming on the thick shaft that she kept bouncing back and forth on, using her hands to hold the back of her knees for support as she rocked and thrust herself whilst bend over.

The sounds of her soaking stretched pussy sliding back and forth along the dildo grew louder, as did the slap of her naked arse hitting the glass every time she took the whole thing in a single hard thrust, she'd only been fucking herself with it for thirty seconds but already Deborah could feel the orgasm about to begin.

"Oh God, I'm going to cum for you Master! Oh fuck I'm cumming for you!" Deborah gasped loudly, not caring if her secretary heard her, in truth she'd forgotten she was even at work, all her attention only focused on obeying my orders and her own pleasure.

The first orgasm hit like a train. Deborah's body tensed up instantly and her mouth fell open as the intensity of the climax that had been building for days was finally released. It felt like she was going to black out. No sounds came from her gaping mouth, her lungs not able to let any air escape as the orgasm ripped through her.

Chapter 2

"What are you up to tonight?"

Deborah rolled her eyes as her husband asked his stupid question. What did he think she was going to be getting up to tonight? He was away on a conference trip until tomorrow afternoon, having an overnight stay in a hotel... so, of course, she would be degrading herself and having her face fucked and covered in cum.

"Just ordering some pizza and having a quiet night with the TV," Deborah said as she finished sliding the nib of the black marker pen along her cheek, making sure in the mirror that she'd written the words correctly and in even sized lettering on her face.

She admired her handiwork. It wasn't easy to write legibly on her own face, all the letters had to be done so the person reading it saw them the right way around, but she'd managed do it and she had to admit to herself that she looked very good with the words "Whore for cock" on display for the world to see.

It sent jolt of excitement right to Deborah's crotch and her cunt instantly began to get wetter that it already had been. She was sat totally naked in front of the dressing table, her phone sat in front of her, with her husband on speaker. She'd been naked since she'd messaged me that he had left the city and I had sent her instructions to remove her clothes and remain naked until he was due to return.

"Well, I hope you find something entertaining."

'Yes, a big hard cock that I will suck and worship until whoever it belongs to glazes my face with their sticky cum, leaving streaks of their seed all over my nose and cheeks and chin,' Deborah thought silently to herself, recalling the content of my last message to her twenty minutes ago.

"I'll probably end up just watching Sex and the City reruns," Deborah said aloud as she tweaked her sensitive nipples between her fingers, making them stiffen up even harder and causing her to moan softly in response.

With her nipples fully erect as I'd ordered, there was one more thing she needed to do with them. Turning her attention from the mirror and the words on her forehead and cheeks, Deborah located the clamps she'd placed on the table and brought one of them to her right breast, opening it she slipped the clip over the nub at its centre and let her fingers relax, allowing the metal to clasp shut around her pink flesh.

The nipping pain was instant as the nipple clamp dug into her sensitive flesh, and Deborah had to bite her lip as she tried to not cry out and alert her husband. She took a second to collect herself then repeated the process on her left nipple, now feeling the tingling, biting sensation in both at once.

"Typical, I go out of town and you watch trash and eat junk."

Deborah smiled at his comment. Little did he know how right he was, although in truth she was going to be acting like trash and sucking some lucky guy's junk very soon. Just thinking about that made her juices flow all the harder and she knew the seat under her arse was soaked by now.

"You know me," she said vaguely and stifled a giggle. He really didn't know her any more, not since she'd given herself over to me. Deborah could only imagine what he'd think if he knew how many times she'd cheated on him, or the filthy things she'd done.

The first time she'd sucked his wet cock right after he'd fucked her with it on my orders, he had been shocked beyond words, so what he'd be like if he knew a month ago his wife had lied about going out with her friends and had actually gone to a dive bar and let two men she'd met there both dump their loads down her throat in the alley behind the place, she couldn't imagine.

Remembering how, as per my order, she'd gone home right afterwards and been kissing her husband with the same mouth that she'd just had full of two strangers cocks and cum less and an hour before, Deborah shuddered. That had been so disgusting and she'd loved every second of it.

"Well I hope you enjoy your night babe, I better let you get your pizza. I love you."

Deborah felt her pussy spasm and her knees get a little weak, not because her husband had said he loved her, she hardly cared about that, but because she could finally hang up on him and her night of depravity could really begin.

"Love you too," Deborah said absently as she fastened the collar around her throat, making it nice and tight before securing the buckle behind her neck.

The phone went dead and Deborah sighed in relief. Why did he have to call her tonight? Didn't he know the door bell would ring any second and she needed to be ready? She hoped his room was terrible and the staff spit in his food, that would teach him to disrupt her preparations for the pizza delivery boy's arrival.

Taking a look at herself in the mirror, Deborah felt her excitement grow more intense. She looked every bit the submissive whore with the collar and nipple clamps on, just as I had ordered, and with her hair loose and fluffed up thanks to her pushing her fingers through it, she already gave the impression of a desperate slut who needed to be used.

Then there was the writing on her face. That made her feel positively filthy. There was just something so nasty about having 'whore for cock' splashed across her features that couldn't be explained. It gave her a much deeper sense of depravity and submission.

Looking at the time, Deborah realised her pizza would be delivered any second, so she quickly snapped a selfie to send to me afterward, and rushed out of the bedroom and down stairs, waiting obediently for the bell to ring and her night to start.

It was less than a minute until the 'ding dong' of the doorbell alerted her that her delivery was here, but for Deborah, stood nude with only nipple clamps and a collar on, it felt so much longer. Every second that passed her sense of arousal and nervousness grew. It was always the same when she was had an instruction from me to obey, the waiting was the worst part.