by Mira Paul
Amber remembered every moment of the interview that had turned into a first date, from Jackie’s coy questions to ending up on her knees with a face full of her new boss. She had been expertly seduced, but had gone along completely willingly.
Now they were at a crossroads, and Amber really didn’t know what to do. Her roommate’s lover was moving in, and the apartment wasn’t big enough for the three of them. She needed a place to stay, but with the hours she worked she dreaded having to move. A couple of days earlier Jackie had offered to help her find a new place, but that really wasn’t what she wanted.
For all the fun and great sex, they usually slept in different places. Being madly in love and still waking up alone most mornings was getting old, and Amber wanted her mistress to accept how completely devoted she was. The elevator seemed to take forever getting to the fiftieth floor.
Jackie sat at her desk, returning e-mails and looking out at the city. She opened a drawer and eyed a key to her condo, which sat next to a small remote. The remote would be part of Amber’s reward the first time she succeeded in her Monday-morning task, but the key was something Jackie had placed with it when Amber mentioned moving, just so she would have it to look at and ponder.
When Jackie was at a philosophical impasse she liked to invent a test and let fate sort it out. Amber seemed to be everything she wanted in a partner, but it became harder to snap back after a long string of disappointments. Her slave needed a place to live, but Jackie didn’t know if she could let someone so completely into her personal space again. Still, Amber worked hard at being the best slave she could, in bed and out, and focused under pressure instead of cracking.
With Amber needing a place to live, Jackie decided fate was telling her something. This slave was the first person who ever seemed to completely fit with her, and it was time to offer her the entire lifestyle.
Rushing out of the elevator, Amber joined Jackie in her office. It was Monday morning, and they came in early enough to start the week with breakfast together, as only Jackie would devise. Amber got to choose what they had for breakfast, and she got to lick hers off of her mistress. Today she’d picked éclairs.
Amber set down their coffees and pastries, then locked the door behind her. They usually had about an hour before anyone else arrived, leaving plenty of time for some fun. She asked, “May I prepare for breakfast, Madame?”
“Yes, slave,” Jackie replied, picking up her coffee and leaning back to watch. “Remind me why I spend so much time fucking you.” She desperately loved beginning every week watching this hot young thing do a slow strip before going down on her. It was almost enough to make her look forward to Monday. Amber was both the best assistant and the best submissive she’d ever had, and so naturally obedient that she took pleasure from all manners of service. Discipline and ritual kept her focused and compliant, exactly what Jackie demanded.
Amber was learning how to dance, and they had spent several late nights in strip clubs while she studied the art. There was one dancer in particular they both wanted, but the relationship was too new to bring in other people. Amber would happily fuck anything and anyone if her mistress commanded, but Jackie wasn’t nearly ready to share. The slave slowly removed her jacket, hanging it over the back of a chair with a playful wiggle of her ass. She closed her eyes, unbuttoning her blouse to reveal a white lace bra, swaying to music only she could hear.
Jackie sipped her coffee, absentmindedly toying with her own nipple and feeling herself getting wet. She was falling crazy stupid in love with Amber, and it was torture to hold herself back emotionally. She wouldn’t chance a broken heart until she was sure Amber wouldn’t end up running screaming from the stress of fourteen-hour days, which had happened with far too many of her predecessors. Still, Amber simply excelled under pressure. Perhaps it was time after all.
Once her blouse was a memory, Amber turned away and unzipped her skirt. Madame was particularly fond of her ass, a fact of which the slave was eminently proud. Holding her hair up and arching her back, she wiggled her hips until the skirt slid to the floor, revealing the matching lace thong. She bent down, floating her fingers up her inner thighs and asking, “May I please touch myself, Madame?”
“Only through your panties, slave,” came the reply.
Amber whimpered, then began slowly working her clit through the silken crotch of her thong. She knew she would not be allowed to stop until Madame saw a wet spot, but as usual, that wouldn’t take long. The slave had never felt so completely content as she did under Jackie’s firm hand, feeling she’d finally found a successful woman who could appreciate a devoted slave girl.
Amber panted softly, finally feeling dampness through the thong, asking, “Is Madame pleased with what she sees?”
“Hands on your ankles,” Jackie commanded. The slave complied, and Jackie leaned across the desk. She took a sip of coffee as her thumb found the wet spot. Amber whimpered at the momentary contact. “Kneel in service,” Jackie said, tasting her thumb with a smile. Madame turned the large chair to the side and threw her legs over the arms, revealing that she wore nothing but her blouse, bra and heels. Amber sank to her knees and crawled around the desk as Jackie picked up one of the two éclairs, squeezing a bit of the filling onto her finger.
Amber watched Jackie slowly cover her pussy with Bavarian cream, taking time to be sure her clit was completely hidden. Watching Jackie’s hand at work just intensified Amber’s longing. The slave asked, “May I please have my breakfast, Madame?”
“You may,” Jackie replied, “if you ask like a good little slut.”
“May I please lick your pussy, Madame?” Amber pleaded.
“You may, slut.”
Jackie shivered at the touch of Amber’s nails on her thighs, picking up her coffee and the other éclair. Amber’s task was to get her off before she finished them. She hadn’t succeeded yet, but the fun was in the attempt. Her expert tongue teased Jackie’s lips, barely parting them to graze the tender flesh beneath. The scent of the cream filled her nostrils as she lapped it up, one tiny flick at a time. Amber truly loved Madame’s flavor, mixed with anything.
Jackie’s legs tensed as Amber’s tongue found her clit, squirming in the chair and taking another bite. The éclair was half gone. Amber needed to step things up a notch. She slipped her middle finger deep into her mistress, massaging her g-spot with the smooth back of her nail, sucking her clit, flicking it softly against her teeth. Jackie stifled a moan with a long drink of coffee.
Amber could see her rushing and sensed victory. She slipped in a second finger, twisting them while her tongue flashed over Madame’s swollen mound. Jackie reflexively bucked her hips, grinding into Amber’s face, and soft, rapid whimpers escaped her lips.
Then Jackie let out a piercing scream, writhing in her chair, no longer able to hold back the climax. Seconds later Amber felt a splash when the coffee cup and éclair hit the floor. She’d finally won, and barely suppressed the urge to giggle in triumph. Madame was too sensitive to touch just then, but her slave’s gentle breath sent her over the edge one more time. Amber knelt before her, caressing her thighs, patiently waiting for her owner’s convulsions to fade.
When Jackie stirred she saw a look of triumphant glee in Amber’s eyes. Jackie leaned forward and pulled Amber to her breast, holding her tight and planting a kiss on top of her head, drinking in the scent of her hair. “I won,” the slave said with pride.
“You certainly did,” said Jackie. “You’ve been a very good girl, and I have a reward for you.”
Amber pulled back, her eyes alight, saying, “My reward is to serve you, Madame. Each day I try to find a new way to please you.” In truth, the look of adoration in Jackie’s eyes was all the reward she needed. Their lips met, and the women devoured each other. The sweet taste of Bavarian cream was still on Amber’s lips, and for a long moment they melted together in silent bliss.
Jackie stroked her slave’s hair and asked, “Have I told you today that I love you?”
> “No, Madame,” said Amber, “but your slave knows you love her. And she loves you.”
“Rise,” Jackie commanded, standing to join Amber. With a handful of hair, she slowly bent the slave over on the desk. Once she was firmly in place Madame asked, “What is my schedule today?”
Without hesitation Amber recited, “Conference calls at seven and eight, a board meeting at nine, lunch with Rogers downtown before coming back here to go over the slicks for the new ad campaign with Callahan. You’ll hate the slicks, so I told him you only have ten minutes.”
Jackie shook her head in wonder. Amber was indeed the perfect assistant. She said, “That’s what I thought. I’m going to be gone half the day. Will you miss me, slave?”
“You know I will, Madame,” she replied.
Slapping Amber’s ass, Jackie asked, “Would you like a tanned ass to remind you of me while I’m gone?”
“Always, Madame,” Amber said with a squirm. The slave was a true pain slut, a refreshing change for Jackie after years of corrupted vanilla girls.
Jackie released Amber’s hair and pulled her now-sopping thong down over her hips, saying, “You were a very good girl this morning, slave. As a reward, I have a new toy for us to play with.” Reaching into a drawer she retrieved a remote-controlled vibrating egg. Without letting Amber see it Madame began slipping it inside the slave, twisting the egg to lube it with Amber’s own juices.
Amber thought it was a dildo, and was surprised when she felt it slip all the way in, pressing up against her g-spot. She jumped a second later, sighing and squirming on the desk, when a click of the remote started it vibrating. Jackie pulled her thong back up, then pressed the flat of her hand into the slave’s pussy. The compression made the egg’s vibrations resonate, and Amber was soon moaning in pleasure.
Leaving the egg turned on, Madame grabbed Amber’s hair again, pulling her head up off the desk. Her free hand came down hard on Amber’s ass, rocking her whole body forward. Again, and again, Jackie built speed and cadence. Each slap hurt a bit more, tugging at skin sticking to the lacquered wood, pulling on her scalp.
The constant stimulation of her g-spot was driving Amber insane. Once the slave’s ass was well reddened, Jackie stopped to inspect, gently tracing paths on the raw flesh with her nails while cool breath teased it. Amber drank in the pain, slipping part way off into subspace.
“How does that ass feel, slave?” Jackie asked.
“Wonderful, Madame,” came the plaintive reply.
“What are you?” Jackie demanded, giving each cheek a quick slap.
“Your slut, Madame, to do with as you please.”
“Good girl,” Jackie praised, stroking the fiery flesh of Amber’s backside, then pinching her inner thigh. “Would my little slut like some more?”
“Always, Madame,” Amber squealed. The egg hummed along, and the slave slipped off farther into subspace.
Jackie resumed spanking her, quickly finding a fast, hard rhythm. Soon each blow came with a cry from the slave, the little moans telling Madame that her property was ripe for a climax. Three more hard slaps to each cheek and Jackie was satisfied they’d be sore for the rest of the day—a perfect reminder of an absent mistress.
Finally Amber couldn’t wait any longer. “Please, Madame, let me come. Your slave’s pussy needs you.” Amber truly enjoyed begging for what she wanted, and it showed in her style. No sane woman could resist a request like that, unless she was teaching a lesson. Jackie’s fingers quickly found the slave’s clit through the sopping thong, rolling it between them while Amber’s moans intensified. Jackie waited eagerly for the adorable, high-pitched squeal that would come with Amber’s climax.
Amber wrapped her hands around the edge of the desk, muscles tensing as the pressure built inside her. The egg made Madame’s fingers feel like vibrators, perfectly skilled in working her flesh. Once Amber was close Jackie began spanking her pussy, smiling at the sound of her hand on wet silk, the slaps less than a second apart. She listened for the telltale intake of breath.
She heard it, yanking hard on the slave’s hair and squeezing her clit, whispering, “Come for your mistress, slut.” Amber screamed, overwhelmed by the first wave of climax. Madame kept hold on her clit through the fabric, squeezing hard every few seconds, using the pain to intensify the pleasure to dizzying heights. Jackie softly laid Amber’s head down on the desk, letting her enjoy the afterglow, running her nails slowly over the slave’s exposed flesh, covering her reddened ass with gentle kisses. Amber sighed in absolute contentment, wishing she could spend the whole day right there on the desk. The slave whined when the toy’s humming stopped.
A gentle tug on her hair told Amber it was time to get up, but she was surprised Madame had not removed the egg. Jackie was behind her as she stood, remote in one hand, to wrap her arms around her slave. A click of the remote had the egg buzzing again, leaving Amber feeling weak in the knees.
Jackie whispered, “That toy’s going to stay inside you all day, and you may masturbate whenever you like while I’m gone.” The humming stopped again and Amber whined, realizing this toy was one more way for Madame to keep her constantly horny. As if she needed help in that department.
“Only while you’re gone?” Amber hinted.
“Yes,” Jackie said sternly. “While we’re together you’ll ask permission, as usual.”
“Yes, Madame,” Amber replied. Looking at the time, she said, “I really should clean up your coffee and get dressed. It’s getting close to five.” Amber was always thinking first of her duties, one of many reasons that Jackie had fallen so hard for her. Amber had passed every test Jackie had been able to imagine, and it was time for a leap of faith.
Jackie said, “Don’t worry about the coffee for now. You’ll be on your knees cleaning that up tonight, before we go home to clear you some closet space.”
Amber cocked her head, asking, “Really? I mean, really, Madame?”
Jackie leaned down to plant a kiss squarely between Amber’s breasts, tracing a path with her lips up to her ear. She whispered, “Are you ready to be my bitch twenty-four seven?”
Amber nodded, feeling as if her life was falling into place. Jackie retrieved a key from her drawer, tucking it into Amber’s bra. The cold metal made her jump, then she leaned on the desk for support when the egg started humming again. Madame would torment her all day with that, and she had never felt so owned. She pulled Jackie close, letting her feel the vibrations that were resonating through her body.
Amber quietly said, “I love you, Madame.”
“And I love you, slave,” Jackie replied. Madame held her for another moment before patting her ass and saying, “Now, playtime’s over. Time to get us both presentable and get to work.” They dressed each other as they did every week, finishing Monday’s ritual with a symphony of gentle caresses.
Amber was in the office for the conference calls later, taking notes while Jackie eye-fucked her from across the desk. Amber was unable to find any way to sit that didn’t make her ass feel on fire. This, of course, was the entire point—with Jackie randomly clicking the remote to her delight. Amber went out to her desk to return some calls, leaving Jackie a few minutes to get ready for her board meeting.
As required, Amber had Jackie’s portfolio and files for the meeting sitting on the corner of her desk, easy to grab on the fly and meticulously prepared. Jackie breezed past her, rushing as always, and snatched the stack off the desk. Not slowing down, she tossed something in its place;
something wrapped in stationery.
Opening the small package, Amber found the remote to the egg, with a note saying: Enjoy yourself while I’m gone. I love you. Amber looked up just in time to see Jackie flashing a smile over her shoulder as she boarded the elevator. The instant the doors closed, Amber was locking Jackie’s door from the inside. Leaning back in Madame’s chair, she hiked up her skirt and clicked the remote. She did have permission, after all.
Enforcement
by Dorla Moor
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Ricarda Eposita was a nationally known fugitive who had committed heists all over the country, and she loved her vocation too much to give it up, no matter what the risks. While she’d made a name for herself by robbing banks in New York and casinos in Vegas, Dallas had been her hometown, and she always committed at least one good heist here a year. She was the kind of mastermind typically only seen in movies.
We met back in high school, when she was just a petty thief stealing earrings from department stores at the mall, and I was still a few years away from joining the police force. We outed ourselves to each other reluctantly, knowing how dangerous it was to trust someone who wasn’t actually an ally; kids in our school were still completely homophobic, and neither of us wanted to endure the kind of harassment we’d be subjected to if the word got out. But we’d also sensed kindred spirits in each other, and therefore took the risk of trust. Fortunately, it paid off. Just a few days later, we shared our first kiss, and a few hours later, we were having sex.
I still remember that very first time. How I felt when I undressed her, saw her breasts peering out over the cups of her bra, then when I unhooked the clasp, how soft and perfect they were, heavy in my hands. How much wetter I became when I pulled off her skirt and panties, parted her legs, and tasted her. Sweet, hot, and salty at the same time. The excitement when I found her clit with my tongue, her g-spot with my finger. How I’d flicked them in unison, made tight circles, faster and faster, until Ricarda arched her back and shrieked my name. I gazed at her as I licked my fingers off, not wanting to waste a drop of her. Then I stripped, slowly pulling my sweatshirt up over my head, shimmying out of my tank top, gliding out of my jeans. But my panties stayed on; that was her job.
I eased myself onto the bed, beckoning her to come closer. Ricarda didn’t hesitate, and surprised me by taking the elastic of my panties between her teeth to pull them down. Then she dove into me, biting at my cunt lips, gliding her tongue all over my hot folds. She gripped at my hips and slid her tongue between my slit. I bucked my hips, hoping to press further into her and feel even more of her hot mouth. Reaching up to my breasts, Ricarda started to fondle me, pinching my nipples so fiercely they hurt, yet the pain was delicious. She worked my breasts, rubbed and pulled at my clit until all the tension that had been building up inside me exploded, shooting into my veins and out of my skin.