Office Games

As she turned around to face Fran's office she froze. I broke my stare away from her and glanced towards Fran's doorway. I swallowed hard and could feel a tingle between my thighs. Fran stood in black high heels. My eyes fixated on her shoes. The point at the front, the curve of her foot as it rose on those shiny spiked heels. Black stockings adorned her gorgeous legs. She wore a short black skirt with a slit up the side, again showing off her thighs. Bare flesh showed above a lace topped stocking, edging teasingly out from the slit. My breaths were heavy, so transfixed by her that I almost forgot to swallow and breathe.

My gaze lifted to her black silk blouse. It was fully open apart from two fastened buttons above the waistband of her skirt. She wore a black fitted jacket that moulded into every curve of her body. A black lace bra finished the ensemble. Her hair, so different from earlier on was now loose and carefree. Soft curls fell below her shoulder and framed her face beautifully. She had removed her glasses, showing off her bold make up on her eyes. Her lips were full and coloured a deep red shade. She moved her hand from her side and I recognised the shiny chain in her grasp. It was that what caught my eye when the bag fell in the lift. At the end of it was a thin black collar. She now toyed with the chain in her hands as her stare captivated her prey.

Watching her, I could feel myself falling, experiencing the same feelings that I felt when she was near me earlier. Yes, I am dominant in my relationships, in work and at home but this woman gets me feeling like I could sink to my knees and worship the ground she walks on. I felt claustrophobic, my skin unable to breathe. I unbuttoned my blouse and noticed my huge breasts were heaving over the cups of my bra. I was just about to remove my shoes when Fran's voice echoed through the office floor.

"STRIP... NOW!" Again I swallowed hard and licked my lips. My mouth was dry. Claire looked over at me and stood still. Fran began to prowl towards her. "Are you disobeying me already?"

"No Mistress."

She slowly slipped off her shoes and reached behind to find the zip to her skirt. Fran stepped in front of her. "Stop!" Claire stopped immediately and brought her hands to the front of her, holding her palms upwards. Fran hung the collar and chain over her upturned palms and walked behind her. Claire stood absolutely still. Her eyes lowered and her head followed. Fran stood behind her, making the young woman wait. I imagine the wait to be agonising. In conversations with my own submissive she revealed that the wait for the Mistress to make her move is torturous. I moved closer to the window as Fran began to caress the younger woman's hair lovingly. "Whose slut are you Claire?"

"Yours Mistress."

"Mmm, yes you are, aren't you? All mine, isn't that right?"

"Yes Mistress." Claire then gasped as Fran ran her finger slowly down her spine. The chain rattled as she shivered at her Mistress' move. Fran then moved her hands around Claire's waist and begun to unbutton her shirt. She teasingly opened it and pulled it back over her now fragile and vulnerable submissive's shoulders. I saw the nipple clamps adorning her tits. Fran ran her fingers over the clamps and flicked them hard causing Claire to gasp again. I found myself gasping with her as Fran repeatedly flicked them. Whimpers and yelps escaped from the young woman as Fran's lips began to tenderly kiss her neck. She again toyed with the nipple clamps. "Oh god Mistress!" Claire moaned loud as she felt her Mistress' tongue gliding over the base of her neck and down, so slowly, along her spine.

"Does my little bitch like that? Does she want more?" Fran purred against Claire's soft skin, her voice soft and sensual. Claire nodded her head, her Mistress not needing words, the soft growl alone telling her what she wanted to hear. Fran continued to lick her descent towards the waistband of Claire's skirt. When her lips touched the material her fingers found the zip and slowly brought it down and slipped the skirt to Claire's ankles.

My pussy was on fire, my thighs involuntarily clenching. I wasn't sure how long I could refrain from touching myself. The need was becoming too great. I could feel my fingers edge up my thighs, wanting to touch that dark, moist place. As I continued to watch the two of them one of my knees was rising up and down, in effect rubbing my thighs together, stimulating the arousal between them.

Fran slowly moved to the front of Claire, pushing my need back down a notch slightly. She took the chain and collar from the hands of her submissive. As soon as the chain was lifted Claire placed her arms back to the side of her. Fran backed up and stood behind her. She took the collar between her fingers and carefully placed it around Claire's neck. Fran moaned as she fastened it and draped the chain down her back. I saw her tense up at the cold, sharp contact on her skin. Fran then pulled the shirt from her wrists, leaving her standing in nothing but her collar, chain, nipple clamps, crutchless black lace knickers and a matching black peephole bra.

Fran's fingers roamed all over the young woman's body. She circled her breasts and traced patterns over her stomach and waist. "You get me so hot you little bitch. The way you stand there so patiently. I bet you're wet aren't you?" Her fingers moved lower over her soft mound and her finger slipped into the wet valley making Claire gasp and moan. "You're such a slut... How did I become so lucky to get such a bitch?"

No answer came from Claire. I could see her struggling to hold on to the little resistance she had. Her hips were rocking into Fran's palm. Her legs were beginning to weaken and so were mine. I had an achy feeling building in my thighs. My fingers were stroking my pussy, bumping against my prominent clit. I could feel the tingling rising from my toes. My hips were bucking slowly and it would only be a matter of time before I came. Through my lustful eyes I could see Claire falling more. She was biting her lip. I couldn't hear her moans or Fran's voice by now. All I could hear were my muffled whimpers through my lips and the squishing noises deep within my steaming pussy. My second orgasm of the day was imminent. In my mind, I could hear, oh god, here it comes, oh god!

I looked up and saw Fran pull the nipple clamps from Claire's breasts causing her to scream and sink to her knees. At exactly that point my own orgasm rushed through me, running violently up my legs, through my pussy and stomach and encompassing every nerve ending. My arse bucked off the table, my body rigid and tense. My legs stretched out in front causing my foot to bang against the wall. The noise startled me back to reality. I looked out and saw Fran looking my way. "Oh shit..." On the outside I froze but inside I was quivering like hell. My pussy was still aching, it wanted more.

Even though she couldn't properly see me, she was staring right at my office but stayed where she was. Maybe she hadn't heard me. I began to breathe normally, regaining a little composure. I looked down and quickly started to re-arrange my clothes. I heard a thudding noise, louder and louder it became, then BANG! My office door swung open and there she stood in the doorway. "What the hell are you doing here?" I was speechless. I felt her eyes on me, burning into me. They followed from my partly opened blouse and down to my skirt that was still hitched up my thighs. "You liked what you saw, did you?" She walked towards me, towering over me in those heels. Her finger delicately touched my cheek. I could smell Claire on her. "Oh, I think someone enjoyed it very much!" My lips parted as she traced her finger on my lips. "Suck it bitch!"

I took her long finger into my mouth, sucking it like a cock. She twisted it in and out as I snaked my tongue around it. She began to withdraw her finger and my lips closed around it and I hungrily sucked it in. Her leg moved between mine and my eyes caught sight of her stocking top through the slit in her skirt. I must have lingered there longer than I should have. She tugged on my hair, pulling my head back so our eyes made contact again. "My stockings excite you, yes?" Again I stupidly nodded. "I thought so... come here!"

I edged myself off the table and glanced over at Claire through the open door. She was still on her knees, her head lowered. When I looked back at Fran she had seated herself on the sofa in my office. She had crossed her legs and one of her shoes was balancing on her toes. "I said come here... now do it!" I took a small step. "On all fours..." I was totally mute and did as she commanded. I crawled on my hands and knees until her foot was only inches away from my face. "Kiss my shoe!" I parted my lips and began softly kissing the point at the toe. I kissed it all along towards her heel. I felt the softness of her stocking on my nose and the feeling sent me delirious. She lifted her foot. "Oh that's a good whore, lick my heel, flick it with your tongue." I started to moan as my tongue flicked over the high heel, lovingly ravishing it.

She began talking to me as she pulled her shoe from my mouth and slowly dropped it to the floor. Her other leg crossed over and now her other shoe balanced precariously off the other foot. "Don't leave this one out!" I began to repeat the gentle caresses of my lips onto it. With soft wet kisses I devoured her heel. The smooth feel of her stockings on my nose again sent me into a state of delirium once more. "You know, up until this morning I would never have guessed you were on the submissive side. Is this what you are like at home with your... girlfriends?" I paused at her last word. Not one person at work knew my sexual orientation. "Did I say stop?" I leant forward and carried on with my task, although really it was hardly a task.

"I know you like women. I see you watching Claire all the time and I caught you looking at me earlier didn't I? Yes, you do like women. Your secretary, I've seen you watch her too. Now how would she feel if she came in right now?"

At this point I had to break free from my silence. "Please, no one knows anything about my life outside this place. Katie only knows what I tell her."

"Don't worry whore, this is between us!" I looked over at Claire, still in position, waiting. "She won't say anything either. She knows the severity of her punishment if she disobeys me." I had to grin at that point, if only the bitch knew! I nuzzled my nose into her stocking once more. My pussy was throbbing. I was beginning to moan against her leg, enjoying this more and more until I felt my hair being pulled and my eyes met hers. "I think someone is getting to like that a little too much, don't you? Get up!!" I rose to my feet. "Bring my heels." I bent down and picked the shoes up. "Follow me, I haven't finished with you yet!" My stomach flipped when she said that.

She left my office first, shouting across the floor to Claire. "Come here... we have a new toy to play with!" I looked over at Claire and she was smiling. She began to skip towards us. "Stop... do you have your collar and leash on?"

"Yes Mistress."

"You know when you have your leash on you are meant to...." Fran raised a questioning eyebrow, waiting for Claire to answer.

"Crawl Mistress!"

"Go on then... Crawl." Claire immediately dropped to her knees and placed the end of the leash between her teeth. She then prowled towards Fran's office. Fran went inside first, followed by Claire. I entered the office closely behind the younger woman. I had just put Fran's shoes by her desk and I again felt her hand in my hair. I winced at the sudden pain as she pulled me towards her. "I want you to remove your blouse and skirt..." Oh shit, I couldn't do that in front of these two, especially Fran. My body isn't in bad shape, but undressing in front of someone with a body to die for is not good for the ego. I obviously dwelled on that thought too long and was rewarded with a stinging slap to my face. "Do it... NOW!"

I nodded my head and hastily removed the requested clothes and stood there in my underwear. Fran stepped toward me and caressed my satin covered breasts. I closed my eyes. Her touch was soft and gentle and a moan escaped my lips. My balmy skin was peppered with goosebumps as her touch took a broader scope across my breasts, ribs and stomach.

"Claire, open the door!" Claire walked to the door in the office that had the large round lock on it. With a twist of the key the door opened revealing a large room. "Prepare the room while I play with our new toy!" Before Claire entered the room she picked up the suitcase with the dodgy catch on it and left me alone with Fran. I felt uneasy as Fran's gaze blanketed my near naked body. "Mmm, you're not the only one who likes women in heels and stockings!" Her fingers teased down the straps of my black suspender belt and the tips of her nails ran along the top of my stockings. "But as much as I love to see my sluts in them, I would rather see them out of them."

I meekly replied. "Would you like me to take them off?"

"No. I will do it my way. But first you will remove your bra." I reached around my back and unfastened my bra. Fran took the straps from my shoulders and slowly edged the soft material down my arm with her feather light touch closely following. She dropped it to the floor, watching it helplessly fall to join my other garments. I watched her intently as she walked to the bag that previously held the collar and leash in. She pulled out a length of black material. In the soft light it looked like velvet.

As she walked back to me she pulled it teasingly through her manicured fingers. Once in front of me she stroked me on my cheek with the end of the material. I knew then that my assumption was right. Velvet. It was softly caressing the side of my face and I was losing myself in her touch. Her fingers lowered to my breasts and the velvet glided over them. I breathed heavily and softly moaned as the warmth of the fabric surrounded my nipples. It swam over my ribs and around my stomach. I shivered as it tickled my side and danced up my spine. I felt myself tense as her fingers met the base of my neck. Her nails raked through my hair, taking the velvet with them and with a swift shuffle of her hands I found myself blindfolded.

I sensed she walked away from me and I then heard the drawer from her desk opening. Her perfume that lingered seemed more fragrant now. It was highly intoxicating and I was drowning in it. The slamming of the drawer shutting startled me, causing me to gasp. When my breathing recovered I stood there waiting for the sound of her heels. Silence filled the room. My still arms began to fidget at my hips. I rubbed my palms with the tips of my fingers. They felt warm and clammy. I balled my hands into fists as the frustration built in me. I lowered my head, and shook it from side to side. I bit my lip as I became hesitant in my darkness.

Out of nowhere her voice broke through me. "Stay still for me!" I froze. I could hear her heels tapping on the floor. She was near me, close to me. I was in a sensual torture. She touched my breast unexpectedly and I gasped. "I told you to stay still. If you can't stay still in here, how will you stay still in there?" I presumed she meant the other room when she said 'there'.

Her hand took hold of mine and she pulled me slowly to the left. I heard a door open and again her voice broke the silence in a tone that I could only describe as a purr. "Waiting patiently for me, slut. Stand up!" Claire stood and I felt her fingers surround my wrist. They both ushered me forward. "Turn around... back up a little... and sit!" I did as instructed and my bottom rested on a hard, cold surface. "Lay back..." She huskily requested. My back and head also came to rest on the same surface. With a startling jerk, my legs were raised and I found myself flat on my back. "Now I have you where I want you."

I swallowed hard at the thought of what the hell she, or should that be they, would do to me. Despite my reservations throughout I had not once thought about getting the hell out of her domain. I had to admit, I liked this turn around of me being the submissive. "Stretch your arms, pass your head." I sensed her straddling me as her stockings stroked against my hands and my wrists. The soft nylon crept towards my elbows and within seconds a soft material draped over my head, covering my face. It left me in a state of claustrophobia as I was shrouded in her womanly scent. From my confines I heard Fran's muffled voice. "As you've been so patient, my slut, I will let you do the honours." As far as I could tell, Claire didn't answer and I had no idea what she meant by 'honours'.

Between my breasts a thin cold instrument travelled dangerously slow through my cleavage. It pressed into me causing me to inhale sharply. "Relax... she won't hurt you!" Fran said reassuringly. "I'll take your mind off it!" With that I felt her wet pussy against my lips. "Lick me..." Blindly my tongue found her enlarged lips. They were silky with abundant juices. I slowly licked one side then switched to the other. Every now and then I felt the cold edge dip into my skin. It travelled around my navel and was now scraping over my hip. I felt it ride across the material of my knickers and sink lower to my mound. I gasped into Fran's pussy as I felt the tip of the cold blade slip between my own excited lips. It caught on my clit and my face rose up, taking my nose and mouth deeper in the depths of Fran's musky ocean.

The sharp tip retraced its cold journey upwards to my mound and began to indent swirling patterns down my thigh. Fran began to purr like a kitten as my mouth opened and closed on her pussy. My tongue twirled around her clit and my nose every so often teased the tight, earthy opening of her arse. She began to sway on my face as I felt my stockings become loose. I paused for a second wondering what was happening until I heard a soft recognisable grinding noise. I realised that the cold blade was in fact a pair of scissors. They gently cut through the thin material, revealing a sea of creamy skin as the soft nylon delicately parted. The steel blade caressed my leg as Claire expertly and teasingly crept lower down my leg.

Fran was now whimpering and moaning. Her pussy ground into me, covering my face in her juices. Claire appeared to rush through my second stocking. She started at my foot and glided the scissors upwards, on the inside of my leg and towards my thigh. My tongue lashed at Fran's pussy and I heard her muffled words again. "On top now... finish her!"

My blood pumped around my body so fast. What were they going to do? The cutting of the scissors halted and Claire straddled my waist. Her leash dragged coldly up my legs. I had no idea what was happening but Claire's fingers were now rubbing my clit through my knickers. Fran had bent forward slightly and between our collective moans I heard the sounds of lustful kissing. On my stomach I felt a hand rubbing against my warm skin and dampness had covered my belly. I presume that Fran was fingering Claire and she was fingering me.

"No one cums until I do... understand sluts?" Fran said breathlessly.

I moaned and nodded my head underneath her skirt and Claire groaned out a 'yes Mistress'. I was so close, my pussy was on fire and I could tell that Claire was nearing her orgasm. I sped up my tongue and mouth on Fran's pussy and before too long she wailed and screeched as she bucked on my face. Within seconds of her orgasm subsiding, Claire begged to cum. She was obviously rewarded with a 'nod' from Fran because her legs jerked against my waist. Her pussy lowered squashing Fran's hand into my belly. She rode my belly, rubbing herself on me. She screamed and shuddered.