Executive Enslavement

by Bruce McLachlan

  The hand that had steered the toy arose and took advantage of the platter of offered female flesh that was Samantha’s chest. Her arched front rose and fell with deep breaths as fingers teased her nipples and trekked all over her torso. The warm spray of the shower tickled her skin, increasing her joy as the dildo began to drift back and forth on stoical plunges.

  Samantha’s hands dropped down and held to the tiles as she lost herself to the rapture of being so methodically used and pleasured. The woman suddenly fled her body and before Samantha could react or ask what was wrong, she found herself turned around so that she faced the wall.

  The client grabbed her wrists and put them up by her head so that her palms were pressed to the wet wall. The woman then turned Samantha’s head forward and put her brow to the tiles as well. This left her with a view of trickling water across the white stone sheet.

  A firm grip established itself on her hips and began to pull them away from the wall. Samantha’s face and hands slid down a little as her rear was arranged for use. Samantha gave a croak of response and her face slid aside to press her cheek to the wall as the phallus shot up into her once more. The position allowed even deeper access and she gave small twitches of joy as the soft malleable length nudged her deepest recesses. Her legs felt like reeds beneath her. The stern grip on her hips and the powerful thrust of the artificial manhood seemed to be the only thing keeping her upright.

  The woman again grabbed her hair from behind and pulled her head up. The act of dominance fanned Samantha’s libido and she gave a cry of delight as the client deployed her other hand to drag her nails down the length of Samantha’s stretched spine. A moment later, she cried out with pleasure when the act was repeated. The spread fingers of the client left long rosy streaks that swelled with prickly heat and all the while the woman’s hips continually slapped to Samantha’s rump.

  The phallus jolted back almost to the point of departure. Her pussy closed to the summit of the toy and almost expelled it before the woman expertly fired it back into her. Samantha was filled completely in an instant and then the woman continued with the acute and sumptuous penetration.

  The assailing hand ceased its playful attacks and reached back. Samantha grinned privately to herself and closed her eyes as she guessed what was going to come next.

  The phallus retreated like a coiled spring then a palm flashed in and clapped to her bottom. The layer of water made the spanking considerably louder than usual and the shower echoed with the bright applause of the client’s hand upon Samantha’s quaking rear.

  After each slap, the woman jammed the entire length back into Samantha. Her clenching response to a hearty spanking of her buttocks accentuated the results of each plunge. With her pussy tightened in a brief fit, the effects of the returning dildo as it opened her and stormed in brought her to tip toe and conjured a howling cry of libidinous fury.

  The client released Samantha’s hair and reached under to tweak the nipples of her dangling breasts. Alternating her hands, she spanked each cheek and teased each teat with dedicated enthusiasm while the strap on continued to plunder Samantha’s sex. The soft pinches and pulls added to the lascivious ordeal and Samantha felt herself rising again toward monstrous climax. She started to shudder with trepidation because she was not entirely convinced that she could endure another such apocalyptic sexual event.

  The client spied her escalating rapture and removed the showerhead from its hook. Bringing the spraying nozzle under Samantha’s body, she aimed the concentrated cluster of jets between her shivering legs.

  Samantha lifted herself onto tiptoe and gave a squeaking series of gasps and shouts as the tickling waters bounced watery fingers upon her sex. Samantha pulled at the grip in her hair to increase its effects and savour her helplessness. It was taking all her resolve and willpower to stay where she was. The potency of the pleasure was again more than she could ordinarily bear. Only the control of the client was giving her the fortitude to stay put. Without it, she was sure she would hurl herself out of the shower to avoid the overwhelming sensations that lurked within her, and which were consuming her with every increasing might.

  Samantha’s hands furled into fists as she grimaced and continued to try to endure. The client pulled back on her hair and lifted her from the wall. The woman took the vacated spot, dropped back to the tiles, and held Samantha to her.

  Continuing to thrust up into Samantha, she held her chin and pulled her head back so that she was draped against her body. Samantha’s spine smarted a little from the contortion but the discomfort was barely even a consideration against the sheer pleasure of her ruthless penetration.

  The woman’s other hand still held the showerhead and the water continued to assail her pudenda. Samantha’s hands dropped aside and busied themselves with the sultry physique of the client. Her hands voyaged up and down the woman’s curvaceous sides and she started to whimper with ecstasy as again she was ferried up into the arms of thunderous relief.

  Samantha’s yowl of release raged within the confines of the shower and she became a vibrating maenad of response to every subsequent drive. The woman milked her of every joule of delight and only then did she begin to slow her rate. Samantha eased her response with this deceleration until she was slack against the client.

  The shower was put back on the holder so that it continued to spray the two of them with warm water that took away the sweat of their exertions. The client brought Samantha’s face around and demanded an over-the-shoulder kiss. With eyes still shut, Samantha complied and their tongues curled and rolled against each other in the sparkling waterfall.

  The woman took a firmer grip and clamped her mouth to Samantha’s. The dildo jumped back out of her body and Samantha’s cry was smothered by a deep and lavish kiss. The flight etched a bright detonation of loitering feeling, conjuring up a brief hint of her orgasm that in turn gave way to a subtle and debauched ghost sensation that steadfastly refused to fade.

  Once Samantha had calmed from the removal, the woman continued the kiss and gently caressed Samantha’s naked, wet, and warm physique.

  “Get on your knees and wash me,” she said with soft gravity.

  Samantha slipped from the woman’s arms and sank down onto her knees. Taking a sponge and bottle of elite brand name shower gel, she began to work it over the body of the client. The woman stood stiff and erect, staring down at Samantha with her hands on her hips and the blue rod of the phallus jutting from her body.

  With her thoughts riding in a cushioning wanton haze, Samantha took great satisfaction in her humble task. Easing the soapy sponge over the silken flesh of the client, she took the opportunity to explore and revere the woman that had so entranced her.

  “Suck my strap on,” demanded the woman with a wicked glint in her eyes.

  Samantha lifted up and took hold of the woman’s magnificent thighs. She looked up at the client then to the phallus that had so methodically invaded her. Tightening her thighs together with fresh waves of arousal, she opened her mouth and extended her tongue. She let the tip dance upon the head of the pliant creation then swallowed up the length until it nudged the back of her throat. Well-versed in such deeds, she pushed down a little further and suppressed her gag reflex as she did so.

  “Mmmm, I can see you’ve done that more than once,” commented the woman.

  The client brushed a few strands of hair from her own face and continued to watch the show.

  “Keep sucking,” she said. “And don’t stop cleaning me, either. I like you down there, where you belong.”

  Samantha moved her head with piston plunges, sucking at the dildo as her hands eased the sponge over the client’s body. The woman’s face was a mask of amused delight while she watched Samantha work the dildo. The shower made it wet and slippery, and the passage of her lips and the dance of her tongue made distinct slurping notes.

  “Now, remove the strap on. It’s time to put that well-used mouth to another use,” she commanded
.

  Samantha drew back from the toy and set the sponge aside. She unbuckled the harness and with besotted eyes, she unveiled the naked sex of the client. Without conscious decision, she moved forward so she could delve her tongue into the presented slit but a hand clapped to her forehead and prevented her.

  “Not yet. First, lick your way up from my feet,” she said firmly. “I want that tongue good and limbered up before it gets its treat.”

  Samantha’s look of disappointment melted into a nefarious smile and she gradually wilted down into a lowly ball. With a rekindled libido she looked across the bare wet feet of the woman and began to kiss and lick at them. She pushed her tongue between her toes and lapped at her ankles with dissolute contentment. She found her hips swaying from side-to-side with serpentine motions as the enjoyment of her actions beguiled her. The feel of water spattering her buttocks made her contusions more distinct and the trickle of liquid down the valley of her rear culminated in the steady pour of it from her loins.

  “That’s it. Show me how much you enjoy being mine, Samantha. I want that tongue to illustrate your satisfaction in being my plaything, in being my toy, in being a possession to do with as I please,” purred the woman.

  It was true. Samantha felt so wonderfully owned and controlled. It may have only been a counterfeit dominion but losing herself to this role was exceptionally rewarding.

  Samantha did have freedom in her life, and she hated it. Once free of high school she had been left to make of her time whatever she wished. The cards had been dealt and she had done the best she could with a useless hand but in the end, she had been left with nothing. Being taken and ruled by this woman was a delightful notion of salvation, one that would have her endure penance in the form of discipline for all the things she had been forced to do in order to survive. Being a kept possession removed her from decision and responsibility. Everything revolved around what this woman wanted, and so long as she succeeded in that basic task, her life would be an unbridled victory against the odds. Cruel fate and disaster had brought her low. Dignity and pride had harried her psyche. Now, in perversity she had found a hint of deliverance.

  Writhing with lasciviousness, she worked around the shins and knees of the woman. Samantha’s tongue and lips fawned on the heavenly physique with utmost adoration.

  “I bought you. Paid for you. I can do anything I want to you. I can have you do anything I want. You have no choice in the matter, because you’re mine, Samantha,” she continued, adding to the lickerish nature of their play.

  Samantha moved up onto her thighs and lingered there. She wanted to enjoy every moment of her willing subjugation to the vaulted goddess that had selected her.

  “Almost there. You are such a lucky thing to be granted this treat. I don’t let just anyone try and pleasure me. This is an exception. So you had best be sure you can do it, otherwise there will be some severe ramifications. I do not tolerate failure lightly, Samantha.”

  Kisses and laps at the woman’s inner thighs preceded a soft inhale for courage and Samantha rose into the waiting pubic nest. Samantha’s tongue delicately entered the warm folds and began to tickle the woman’s clit with its eager point. She danced small circles upon the morsel and she felt it engorge against her organ. The response was reassuring, for it showed that her efforts were at least not totally inept.

  “Not bad. Nice enough tongue work for a novice. Let’s see what else it can do,” she crooned.

  Encouraged, she allowed herself to extend her organ deep into the client. She performed the erotic manoeuvres as much for her own satisfaction as that of the woman. Tasting deeply of the client, she returned to pouring herself against the woman’s roused clit in the manner that she had done to Samantha.

  “Mmmm, nice and long, too. Just the way I like them. I’ll definitely have to ensure lots of use for this spry tongue of yours. I’ll get it nice and buff so it’ll be ready for anything I want it to do.”

  Recalling the tactics that had melted her mind with pleasure, Samantha tried to imitate them as best she could. It was difficult and only her lust and her adoration kept her focused because her tongue was already aching from overuse.

  “No slacking off, Samantha,” said the woman as her carnal devotee slowed her rate for a moment to try to recover. A light slap to her cheek chastised her laziness. Fixating on her quest, Samantha ignored the rending distress in the root of her tongue and did her best to continue. In one way, she wanted to perform like this for hours, but in a more practical way she prayed that the woman would hurry up and climax because the discomfort was becoming more than she could handle. Fighting onward against the oral fatigue, Samantha’s efforts gained a new lease on life when she heard the woman begin to moan softly and her body start to stiffen.

  “That’s it, Samantha. Oh, yes. Oh I’m so close. Keep going. Just like that. Right there. There, there we go, that’s perfect,” she growled licentiously.

  Hands sank into her hair and used it as a rein by which to steer her head around and work her face into the hungry sex of the client. The woman’s digits clenched into a hold that brought flickering fields of stress to Samantha’s scalp. Samantha’s tongue flashed with effort as each swirl and drive brought new rapture to the client. Once the woman had taken everything she wanted from Samantha’s tongue, the grips into her hair pulled back and made her look up to regard the woman.

  “Not bad. Not bad at all. You did well, Samantha. You should be proud of your performance,” she said with a smile. “Now go and get a towel so you can dry me.”

  Samantha exited the shower and as the woman started to wash her hair she took a large soft towel and remained naked and on her knees while waiting for the client to emerge. When she did, Samantha revisited her efforts with the sponge, taking great pleasure in delicately soaking up the water and drying every inch of the woman.

  When Samantha was finished, the woman took a robe and after slipping into it, she extended a hand. Samantha accepted the extremity and repeatedly kissed the knuckles with pious reverence.

  “You may get ready and meet me at my car,” she said, and then walked majestically from the room.

  Samantha dried and donned her clothes in a daze of tranquillity. She wandered down to the garage and slid into the car and next to the client without word. The exterior door opened and she shielded her eyes from the bright rays of the sun. It had been a long time since she had been active during the day and she was not used to its glare. Hers was a predominately nocturnal existence in an area where the sun was blocked by tall buildings. She had forgotten just how glorious and enlivening sunshine could be.

  The client started the engine and they headed out onto the streets. No words were exchanged between them while she was delivered back toward her home territory. Samantha had no idea what was on the client’s mind, but she hoped she was not regretting her choice or thinking of cancelling the future appointment.

  Samantha was mulling over everything that had happened and was trying to process the events. She had to constantly try to convince herself that they had been real and were not imagined. Such good fortune just did not occur to her, and her mind was having trouble retaining the memories as something other than a fanciful dream or cruel plot to further enhance her misery.

  The client’s white Cadillac pulled up on the street corner and as Samantha released her seatbelt, the woman leaned over and grabbed her by the bicep before she could exit.

  “Come here first,” she said firmly.

  Samantha leaned back. Her muscles were raw. Her body was stiff and reluctant to obey her. The client reached up, lifted Samantha’s chin with a finger, and presented her mouth for a kiss. Samantha closed her eyes and felt the gentle full lips of the client brush hers and grant her a delicate loving peck before she retreated behind the wheel.

  “Of you go then, and don’t forget our appointment. Same place as last night. You know the time, so don’t be late,” she said.

  “Of course not, I’
d never dream of it,” acknowledged Samantha with a smile and then awkwardly eased herself out of the car. Flares of discomfort accompanied every motion and she winced as she finally gained her feet.

  Samantha had thought herself in good shape. She had thought her body was athletic and supple. The client had just proven that she was not as fit as she had previously thought. Their sexual escapades had tested muscles that everyday life or intercourse rarely tapped.

  She closed the door and with a deep growl of the powerful engine, the car drifted out into traffic and quickly vanished from her sight. Samantha stood and watched it disappear. She was intent on devouring every moment until the woman was either gone from view or she woke up from this fabulous dream.

  Stepping back from the kerb, Samantha slipped into the teeming hordes of pedestrians. Tuesday had just begun and the commuters were thundering along in choking droves. Numerous eyes flicked to her salacious appearance and either expressed scorn or covert lust. Her garb was more attuned to the night and not the harsh golden glare of the day.

  Samantha sidled weakly into a side road and began to head down toward her home. The piles of mouldering boxes, damaged rubbish cans, and foetid dumpsters gave off odours that helped remind her that her escapades with the woman were truly over and that everything was back to rancid normality again.

  The grimy building appeared around the corner. The fractured windows, rusted scaffolds, and crumbling brick had never looked more offensive to Samantha. A couple of the day girls were perched on the steps, trying to solicit trade from the sporadic passers-by. Samantha greeted them and brushed off their questions about her night. They were the most vague of acquaintances and she could not be bothered with inane pleasantries right now.

  As usual, the lifts had broken down and their repair was not even being considered. Samantha had barely started up the stairs when Eddy appeared.

  The large Russian was dressed as usual in his imitation pimp attire with plenty of garish gold bling draped on his person. If he were not such a dangerous and violent overlord, she would have found his outfit laughable.