Cori's Weekend at Chad's Ch. 06

"I'll be there soon, babe," Chad said to Heather. "Can't wait to give you a big hug and kiss."

Chad hung up, leaving the weekend very much in his rearview mirror.

Cori, meanwhile, was just living her same everyday life. After Chad left the Shop, the guys and Gina huddled together, reading the letter he had given them. Moments later, they opened the door to the break room. Cori sat up and smiled, wondering who had come in. She heard Gina say, "You guys have fun. I'll be at the front desk. Just let me know who's working and who's, um, de-stressing."

Cori heard the guys whispering and mumbling to themselves after Cori left, apparently trying to determine a pecking order. Soon, she heard the door open and close again. Then the sound of a zipper going down and footsteps approaching. She couldn't tell who it was. She tingled with excitement.

A finger touched the side of her face, traced down her chin, between her breasts and down her belly. Still no words. Then, a strong hand cupped her pussy. A big hand. Really big. Ty.

"It's been too long since I've had my hands on this," Ty said, finally breaking the silence.

"Yes, Master, it sure has," Cori breathed.

"Master?" Ty asked as he removed her blindfold. "Chad really did train you, huh?"

"Of course, Master," Cori said smiling. "I learned a lot this weekend and I'm anxious to show you. I know my place. I know my role. And I'm here to please you. Any. Way. You. Want."

Ty caressed her body and studied her as he quizzed her about what Chad had taught her. Cori didn't go into specifics, saying only, "He helped me realize I am naturally submissive. I know it's a man's nature to want to be in control physically, to dominate and take what he wants. I've learned not to fear that but to embrace it. I trust you not to harm me and accept that you can and will push me to my limits. There's a fine line between pain and harm. But there is a line. A little pain is not only acceptable to me, but exciting at times."

"Like, you get off on spanking or being tied up now?"

"Yes, Master," Cori said. "If that's what you want. Mostly I get off on pleasing you. Now I simply understand better that sometimes you want nothing more than to tie me up, pull my hair, spank my ass and fuck me as long and hard as you can. That idea used to scare me. I guess you could say Master Chad fucked that fear right out of me."

Ty laughed heartily. This was funny, delightful and just all around good news. He had always pounded her ass pretty hard but had worried that he might be hurting her. She was essentially giving him a pass now to do as he pleased with a mutual trust and understanding that a little pain needed to be an acceptable part of the process at times. Now, she was saying not only was it acceptable, but it was, in fact, desirable.

"Damn," he finally said as he stopped laughing. "So, it's a new and improved Cori. Our own submissive little bondage girl fuck toy. Game on, slut."

"Yes, Master," Cori said. "Game on."

Ty straddled the chair and pointed his massive cock at her face. He pushed it into her mouth and put his hands on the back of her head, leaning back so he could look down and see her lips touch the base of his cock and her lovely blue eyes water while cock meat filled her throat. Her tongue and lips and throat felt so good on his head and shaft. It had been too many days since he'd felt this. He really had no idea how she was able to absorb his cock the way she did. She was a marvel.

Cori didn't know either. The physics of it didn't make sense. But all she knew was that her job was to take every inch and that's what she did. She sometimes wondered if forced to answer honestly, what she would say she was best at, what she was most proud of. She would hard-pressed to think of anything she did better than suck cock or anything she was more proud of than her ability to inhale Ty's massive member without choking or gagging. Most women wouldn't claim to be proud of something like that. Cori, if it were ever an option, would have been inclined to put it as the first line in her resume: "Cori Banks, cock-sucker extraordinaire, capable of taking foot long cocks thicker than my wrist all the to the balls without so much as a cough or sputter, seeks employment with the opportunity for advancement. References available upon request."

Ty was in ecstasy and would have gladly written a letter of referral confirming Cori's skills. With his cock fully hard and wet and balls starting to churn, he pulled out and unchained her legs. Then he clipped the leash that Chad had left to her dog collar and pulled her up into a standing position. Then he re-arranged her wrists, binding them behind her back. He sat down in the chair and used the leash to pull her back toward him. He pulled out the butt plug and said, "You know what time it is, don't you, bitch?"

"You need my ass, Master," Cori said. "It's gaping and ready for you, sir. It's yours. You don't have to be gentle."

Ty pulled her back, stretching her tiny hole as he forced his slick cock into her. She grunted, but did not resist, did not ask him to slow down, did not express any feeling of pain. He put his hands around her waist and lifted her up and down on his thick cock.

"This is going to be all day, you little bitch," Ty grunted lustily.

"Yes, Master," Cori said. "That's why I'm here."

Even saying those words without thought or hesitation, Cori realized that Chad had set not only her free, but his coworkers as well. The hesitation, the reluctance, the politeness was over. From here on out, fantasies would be played out, role playing would be encouraged and Cori's physical, mental and emotional limits would be tested daily. She smiled. She was tied up and impaled on her coworkers cock. Yes, indeed, this was what she was meant to do, where she was meant to work and who she was meant to be.

THE END