Executive Enslavement

by Bruce McLachlan

  “I’d like that,” answered Samantha as she licked her lips and returned to her devotions.

  Morgana’s words titillated her libido. Her acute arousal was making each motion of her finger and lap of her tongue carry her to new plateau’s of satisfaction.

  “I’m sure you would. But you’d have to remain very, very quiet,” said Morgana.

  “Of course,” absently replied Samantha.

  The heady delight of the scenario was ruling her mind. The crafted image of a random boardroom was so vivid in her thoughts that she could almost smell the shampooed carpet and the wood of the desk. She imagined rows of seats filled with powerful executives, all listening intently to a dull speech. She imagined Morgana at the head of the table, her arms crossed before her while her glare washed across the room to maintain her tyrannical rule. Yet beneath her parted thighs was Samantha’s bound form, hidden away from view, and gently licking Morgana’s pussy. With attentions fixed forward, no one would suspect the truth. Some of those nearer to her would vaguely detect a soft, almost inaudible lapping sound. They might look round to try to see what it was, but they would only meet Morgana’s corrective stare. With a reprimanding frown, she would force them to look back to the speaker and keep their attention focused on business.

  “If one word came from that mouth I’d hand you over to the others. Let that gang of pompous men fuck you on the boardroom table,” she said with a grin, her eyes half closed as she no doubt pictured the resulting orgy of rabid concupiscence.

  “No, God! Please, don’t,” whimpered Samantha and granted new zeal to her tongue work to try and show Morgana that she was better employed as her private oral servant.

  “Why not? You’re a whore. I’ve paid for you. I can hand you over to whoever I want. If I want to let six men thrust down this throat and fill your belly with hot semen, then I will,” she said, deliberately trying to provoke or upset Samantha. Maybe she was trying to see how far she could be pushed before her devotion snapped and she rebelled. Samantha felt intense aversion at the mere notion of the proposed sub-renting of her body. Angering Morgana seemed to be a far worse crime and so she kept her silence.

  “Maybe I’d just pin you down on the table and fuck you with my strap on. That’d be a fun presentation. Strap on dildos, hookers, and how they can be incorporated into corporate management techniques, I reckon that’d wake the board up more than a keg of triple caffeinated latté,” she said, returning her dialogue to warmer and more enticing fantasy scenarios.

  “May I please come!” said Samantha with sudden urgency. The titillating words had steered her masturbation straight to the brink of climax.

  “No!” came the flat reply. “Now get back to worshipping the person whose pleasure actually matters here.”

  Samantha was frozen. She had never before come across this dilemma. No one had ever stopped her during masturbation before she acquired orgasm. No one had deprived her of it.

  Fighting the urge to perform the last few strokes that would give her release she sank back into Morgana’s loins while her own pussy burned with hunger.

  “When you’ve calmed down sufficiently, then you may continue,” offered Morgana as she relaxed back and closed her eyes.

  Samantha reached up to attend herself but had to stop immediately. Her sex was hypersensitive and still primed for imminent climax. Putting her hand back to the floor for support, she continued to steadily lick and suckle at her beloved client. With a dilatory lethargy that made Samantha quiver with the strain of denial, her climax began to retreat. When she was sure her roused pussy had cooled sufficiently, Samantha warily chose to continue.

  Samantha had just started to touch herself again when the woman’s thighs clamped to the sides of her head and her chest rose and fell with heady gasps of rapture. Morgana devoured the long peaks of ecstasy with obvious relish.

  Her hands launched out and sank fingers into the leather as she cried out with bliss. The digits jumped in and squeezed into Samantha’s hair, then jolted back to caress her own breasts, tease her nipples, then grabbed the material of the seat again. Her howls quickened and rose in pitch until she could withstand no more then she pushed Samantha back.

  Samantha sat on her haunches, her hands by her sides. Her eyes wandered up and down the salacious body of the woman as she started to straighten her clothing.

  A soft jolt affected the limousine as it moved onto a steep descending incline. A moment later, it evened out and the vehicle cruised to a halt. The sound of the driver’s side door being opened reached Samantha’s ears and then the soft tread of the chauffeur.

  Morgana reached across to the bar and from one of the compartments she drew a leather collar with a dog leash already attached.

  “Let’s make sure you don’t run away,” she said, and opened the buckled strap.

  Samantha allowed it to close about her neck and watched with entranced eyes as Morgana eased the silver links through her hand until she had a firm grasp of the leather hoop at the end.

  “There. All mine,” she purred.

  The door was opened and Morgana slid from the opulent interior and into the parking lot. Samantha reached for her coat but a stern pull at the leash demanded that she exit immediately and forsake it. She was a little nervous to be publicly exposed but then realised that she had done things that were far more lurid in full view of many people. By comparison, being seen in lingerie on a leash was nothing to fret about.

  Samantha emerged from the vehicle and found that there was no one else present in the spacious underground lot. Some sports cars and other recreational toys for the wealthy were parked here and there, and a line of lifts lay immediately before them. Samantha looked briefly to the chauffeur whose eyes were kept down in Morgana’s presence. The woman risked a quick glance up and she met Samantha’s eyes before darting them back down again. There was a flush of warmth to the woman’s face and the odd trace of sweat upon her brow.

  The lead tugged at her neck and Samantha stumbled after Morgana as she made for the lifts. Samantha gave one momentary look back to the driver then returned her stare to the luscious frame of Morgana.

  Samantha wondered if the chauffeur had been listening in and attending herself at the wheel. Samantha dwelt on the image of the woman surging against her seat as she savoured the sounds of licking and kissing, of Morgana’s dialogue, and then their sounds of intimate exchange. It was exciting to think that her actions had so aroused another person.

  Morgana touched a button and a small lift opened its doors. Samantha was towed inside and as the doors slid shut, a downward yank to the leash at her throat brought her back onto her knees. Morgana slipped a key into a slot and pressed the only available button. After pocketing the key as the lift doors closed, she stood still and Samantha remained at her side like a faithful pet.

  A swift and prolonged journey upward ended with a merry ping and the doors glided apart to reveal the lounge of the penthouse suite.

  Samantha was drawn swiftly through the lavish interior. It was considerably more furnished than the previous location, and so Samantha guessed that Morgana might actually live here.

  Opening the door to a dimly lit room, Morgana then brought Samantha inside. In the centre of the room was a large king-size bed. The mattress was covered with pale satin sheets and at each corner there was a dark metal bedpost. The windows that formed one entire wall offered an unparalleled view of the city. The dark slabs of the office blocks bore only a few lights and stood boldly against the ambient yellow glare from far below.

  Morgana reached under the bed and placed rope and restraints on the sheets. She then drew Samantha onto the soft covers by use of the leash.

  Without word, she began to take one of Samantha’s extremities and apply the cuffs. The items were dense and had soft padded leather on the inside. The level of cushioning made Samantha concerned as to what bondage antics were going to be experienced by her this night. Nevertheless, despite her reserva
tions and the lingering aches in her body, she was eager to continue her studies under Morgana’s expert tutelage. Soon, a thick anchor was set on each wrist and ankle.

  “Kneel here. Legs apart,” ordered Morgana and patted an area up by the head of the bed.

  Samantha complied and as she faced the pillows, her shins were set near parallel to each other and aimed slightly at the bottom corners. Rope was quickly knotted to the heavy D rings in the fetters and stretched out to the corner posts at the bottom. Morgana created a swift weave to anchor them then returned to bring Samantha’s hands together behind her. Rope was threaded through the rings until the centre of the coil was responsible for holding the two manacles together. Morgana flung the coil between Samantha’s legs and to the head of the bed. She then took hold of her shoulders and laid her gently back onto the covers. Samantha could see what was coming and tried to ready herself to accept it without dissent.

  Morgana pulled the rope and drew Samantha’s bound arms toward the top of the bed. Her chest arched upward into a spectacular bow and she gave a soft whimper of discomfort from the pose. The rope was tied off and she clawed at the bonds and tried to shift her restrained and folded legs. Lifting her upper body by digging her head into the mattress, Samantha eased the position a little and looked around.

  “Time to get changed,” said Morgana.

  The woman removed the leash and set it aside. She let one of her hands ride across the arch of Samantha’s torso then she deserted her to her bondage.

  Morgana vanished into the rest of the suite to shed one set of garments for something that would no doubt be more alluring. Samantha pulled and wriggled against her bonds as soon as the door closed. She had an urgent need to touch herself but there was no way she could manage the feat.

  Samantha remained where she was and dwelt on what had already happened between them. She fantasised about what might yet occur to help ease her lot.

  It felt good to be tied up. The loss of control, of motion, and the utter dependence and trust in someone else brought an intoxicating rush of excitement and arousal. The silence was unsettling and made the room seem even more unearthly and strange. Samantha had grown used to a steady din of background noise, and to be deprived of it was incredibly disconcerting. There were no horn blares or alarms, no sirens, no screaming or curses, no shattering glass, yells, or sporadic gunfire.

  The door opened and Morgana flounced enticingly into the bedroom. She was now dressed to rule Samantha.

  Morgana wore a halter neck leotard of shimmering vinyl. A set of suspenders emerged from the high cut thighs to connect to seamed stockings. She walked on zip fronted knee-high boots and the patent footwear was armed with Morgana’s usual rapier heel. A set of PVC opera gloves flowed up her arms and in one hand, she carried a small metal toolbox.

  Morgana set the box beside Samantha and moved onto the bed. Samantha gave a soft groan as she felt the plastic smoothed fingers of the woman drift over the raised curve of her chest. The box was opened, some items were removed, and Morgana sprawled out beside Samantha’s head.

  “Time for you to be quiet,” she said and applied a pinch to Samantha’s lips. With the flesh of Samantha’s mouth pursed together, she then lifted a peg into view. Samantha tried to escape the approaching implement but Morgana kept a resolute hold on her captive mouth. The wooden jaws opened and the device snapped shut. Before she could escape, a neighbouring pinch was taken and another peg was applied. The squeezing grips made Samantha snort and struggle but nothing prevented the installation of two more. Four lucid grasps held her mouth shut and effectively silenced any words she might try to form.

  “There, that’s much better. Now I can play without any interruptions,” she said and brushed her palm along the raised pegs. Samantha mewled as the movement made the pegs turn and pull at their captive morsels.

  “Now, what to begin with?” Morgana pondered aloud.

  After a short pause, where she simply studied Samantha’s distressed features, she lifted herself up and again ferreted in the box of mysterious devices. Samantha felt her thong being pulled aside and suddenly a cool wet shaft poured into her sex.

  The ridged dildo bounced her eager tracts upon its distinct peaks and troughs and made her arch even higher as she hollered against the entombing pegs. Fighting to breathe through her nostrils, she felt the toy being withdrawn. Suddenly it thundered back into her and Samantha jiggled with rhapsody.

  Morgana continued the ravishment with a few more drives then pushed the dildo to the limits of what Samantha could accept. She then straightened the thong over the toy to keep it stored within the confines of Samantha’s pussy.

  Morgana drew up a small whip-like weapon. The long slender handle released a plume of four-inch slender rubber strands. Holding the weapon, Morgana pulled down the cups of Samantha’s bra and lifted the mounds into more obvious view.

  The bushel of tiny tentacles was then repeatedly flicked to her breasts. The stinging swats were more annoying than truly painful, and yet Samantha found herself gurgling and struggling to evade the attack. Morgana followed her token movements and continued to apply startling swipes with the seemingly minor weapon. The most grievous were those that accurately landed on her nipples, but even those that struck areas covered by her folded bra had little of their distress absorbed by the fabric.

  Morgana turned her attention downward and started to flick the numerous strands to Samantha’s inner thighs. Samantha strained against her bondage and fought to part her lips so she could beg the woman to stop. However, the pegs held firm and Samantha was left with only incoherent murmurs and grunts as her primary language.

  The whip was finally set aside and Samantha sagged a little with relief. Morgana summarily took a peg and removed it. The sudden flash of feeling back into the sensitive tissues made Samantha splutter and mewl against the remaining pegs.

  Another was removed, then another, each loss making Samantha burble from the corners of her mouth and screw her eyes shut from the discomfort.

  Morgana took hold of the last peg. Fortunately, Samantha had started to accustom to the effects and was able to withstand its removal with only a few sedate whimpers.

  “Good girl,” commented Morgana and leaned in to kiss the abused lips. Samantha accepted the exchange with jubilation and as their tongues intertwined, she felt Morgana reaching up along her torso. A soothing plastic covered hand started to tease and toy with her nipples, then began to apply soft pinches.

  “Time for something new,” stated Morgana.

  The woman slid from the bed and walked quickly into one of the other rooms. Samantha was appalled to see her emerge with a gun case of hardened plastic. Questions leapt to mind but she did not want the pegs put back onto her mouth to keep her quiet, so she trusted in the dominatrix and remained silent.

  Setting the case next to Samantha, Morgana knelt back onto the bed, slid the locks open, and raised the lid. From the sculpted foam interior, she removed a black device that had an electrical cable emerging from one end. She proceeded to plug it into a socket located beneath the bed.

  The other end had an open and round aperture into which she slid what appeared to be an overlarge light bulb. Morgana flicked the switch on the side and turned the knob at the base of the device. A cranking rusty grinding noise came from within the machine and arcs of blue and violet energy spilled from the interior filament to lick the glass. It looked like any ordinary plasma sphere.

  The bulb was wafted close to Samantha’s skin and tiny cyan arcs leapt from the surface and attacked her. The sharp sensation made her release a soft yelp of shock.

  “Never had a violet wand used on you?” asked Morgana.

  “No. Never,” replied Samantha as she gritted her teeth and felt the bulb being steered over her chest. The tiny fangs of static voltage scratched at her skin and made her gasp and shudder. It was not that it was very painful, but rather it was just such a strange and fresh sensation. The use of electric
ity always conjured nightmare scenes of torture and interrogation, and that residual image still lingered in her mind as the wand plagued her with its crackling incandescent kisses.

  “Let’s try a different one,” offered Morgana, then switched off the machine.

  Removing the large bulb, she slipped it back into its slot in the foam and let her fingers drift over the other options available. A tube-like bulb was entered into the device and was immediately filled with a purple glowing haze of internal power.

  When the bulb was drawn over her stomach the energy was more concentrated and Samantha moaned with stress as she endured the effects of its passage. Morgana trailed it over her thighs and up to the peaks of her breasts. The sparks of influence readily drilled through the material at the base of her assets, and after a quick ascent, startling nips were applied to her teats. Samantha gasped and shook from the mayhem being so capriciously flicked into her.

  Again, Morgana switched off the toy and selected a new bulb. This one had the appearance of a glass rake, with rounded tubular prongs emerging like blunt claws.

  “Time for another one,” she said as she pressed the activation button.

  The five slender fingers each flowed with blue and purple light and as the head drifted over her, each cast wriggling arcs of charge into her skin. Morgana let the crackling rake voyage over Samantha’s breasts and down her torso to harry her hips before spending some devoted time chewing at her thighs. The session ended with some distressing circles on her inner thighs and one final trip across her sex that made her cry out from the effects.

  “Now for the really fun part,” stated Morgana with a malevolent smirk. Samantha’s fingers pawed nervously at the sheets.

  Morgana took out the rake, pushed it back into its foam home, then removed another implement. The end was slotted into the wand and she could see a length of beaded chain emerging from it. The chain connected to a flat metal pad that Morgana slotted into the hip of her leotard. Setting the wand aside, she touched the activation button and looked over Samantha as the machine commenced its private growling song.