Executive Enslavement

by Bruce McLachlan

  “There, now you are all mine, slave,” purred the woman.

  “Thank you, Lady Morgana,” she uttered piously.

  “Come with me, slave,” she ordered, and marched toward the door.

  Samantha followed her owner out of the room and onto a brief corridor. Her compliance was assumed and Morgana did not even check to see if she were obeying.

  Samantha was shown into another room and brought over to a king-size bed. The bed was set upon a raised stage that was accessed on all sides by a trio of steps. The bed itself was sunk into the dais that also sported several slim drawers on both exterior and interior, as well as numerous solid steel rings. The ceiling above it was mirrored and a number of red spotlights cast their ruddy hue across the sumptuous sheets.

  Morgana wandered up the steps and sat down on the solid perimeter of the bed. Extending her hand, she beckoned Samantha forth with a crooked finger and an iniquitous smirk.

  “Now lay across my lap. Let me see your rear and give it some attention,” she ordered.

  Samantha scuttled swiftly around and draped herself over the woman’s legs. She caught a vague image of something or someone beneath the covers of the bed but her eyes had not accustomed to the gloom to discern details.

  The leather hide slid against her belly and she shuffled so that the peaks of her buttocks were jutting provocatively up for Morgana’s desire. All notions that there might be someone else present in the room suddenly vanished.

  “Mmmm, very nice,” commented Morgana.

  Samantha gave a soft purr of pleasure as she felt Morgana’s fingers migrating across the fields of welt-streaked skin. A finger travelled down the crease of her anus then the hand fled into the air before returning as a stinging slap. Samantha gave a brief bark of response and a twitch before she melted upon the woman’s lap. Morgana offered some more gentle caresses before adding another slap. A sudden flurry of spanking swipes dropped onto her rear, alternating from cheek-to-cheek and creating an itchy struggling discomfort.

  Samantha’s masochistic urges snatched the mild distress and turned it into a heady stimulant. Morgana continued her steady spanking, and soon, Samantha was growling with pleasure. Her fingers clawed at the carpet. Her head hung loose and her mouth remained open to conduct ragged pants and sighs of debauched relish.

  “Do you want something more significant in here, slave?” asked Morgana.

  “Oh yes, please, Lady Morgana,” hissed Samantha through clenched teeth as the spanking hand sped up to a blur of searing activity.

  “Well, I have a surprise for you, then. Especially if you have given up all your emotional baggage and are willing to embrace your new existence,” warned Morgana.

  Samantha was taken aback. Her mind coursed with thoughts of what horrible act was being prepared to test her resolve.

  Morgana eased Samantha off her lap and stood her up. Reaching over, she took the corner of the blanket and yanked it aside to expose the occupant.

  A lithe and athletic male form was tied securely to the bed. His upper body was contained within the form-fitting contours of a leather straitjacket. The fetishist apparel had numerous extra straps and the silver rivets that held them in place shone like rubies in the crimson lights. His face was lost within an incorporated hood that was held by a dense posture collar. A single brief stalk jutted from his mouth and it was through this meagre hole that he drew breath.

  Heavy D rings at the sides of the jacket allowed lengths of slender chain to jut out to the perimeter of the bed. Another ring on his crown had a third length to keep his head down by stretching straight up to another perimeter ring.

  His legs were splayed wide and the two crotch straps of the straitjacket ran down and into his inner thighs to keep his genitals free. Dense cuffs grabbed his ankles and chain links lanced out to the bottom corners of the bed to keep the male subdued and immobile.

  Morgana knelt up onto the perimeter then prowled onto the covers beside the captive.

  “This is my male slave. His name is Tobin. Not that it matters because I rarely let him speak. I like to keep him trussed up most of the time, and as you can see, he doesn’t mind that at all,” she said and grabbed his rigid erection to illustrate his pleasure.

  With slow motions, she let her fist ride up and down his shaft. The slave stiffened and jiggled as he writhed against his bonds in enforced blackness and immobility.

  “Would my new slave like to take advantage of his vulnerability?” asked Morgana.

  When Samantha failed to respond, Morgana turned to her and fixed her with a moody glower. Samantha’s distaste for male flesh had encountered an unexpected hurdle. In her previous life, she had been paid to be used for their pleasure. This had alienated her from heterosexual leanings, and yet this could not have been more different. She could use Tobin in any way she wished, and he could do nothing to stop her, delay her, or even retaliate against her. Control was hers, but it was not a true mastery, because Lady Morgana was present as their ultimate force of authority. Tobin and she were slaves to the woman’s erotic desires and Samantha realised that she should eagerly embrace everything that such thraldom offered.

  Samantha stole a quick breath for courage then climbed up onto the bed. Moving over to the contained form, she looked to Morgana then straddled the male.

  Taking hold of his raging member, Samantha tickled her pussy with his head. Rubbing him through her lips, she watched with delight as he quaked even more distinctly within his leather tomb.

  Samantha gradually lowered herself onto him. The warm hard flesh rode into her body and she arched back and released a long sibilant huff.

  “Oh yeeees,” she crooned as she settled down onto him. He was possessed of a size that had him pressing distinctly to her deepest regions, nudging them with his head to make her wiggle upon him. She churned his shaft within her and savoured the acute self-orchestrated penetration.

  “I guess I don’t need to ask if you are enjoying that, do I, slave?” said Morgana with a chuckle.

  “Oh thank you, Lady Morgana,” she murmured.

  Using the thighs that were spread across his body, Samantha lifted herself up a little before she settled back down. The feel of him gliding inside her was more delightful than she would ever have thought possible.

  Morgana’s hand reached over and started to play across the tight layers of hide entombing her pet male while her eyes gathered up the full glory of Samantha’s show.

  Samantha was seduced by the sensations and began to increase her rhythm. She hoisted herself up then like a piston she dropped back onto him before repeating the actions with steady, diligent devotion.

  “Play with yourself, slave,” said Morgana.

  Whether it was an order or a request, Samantha was just as open to it. Her hands rode up her sides, trailing her nails along her shivering skin. She dragged then lightly up her flanks and across her chest until they reached her breasts. Her seduction into depravity had attained such significance that the first thing she did was to apply pinches to her stiff teats. Samantha rolled the nuggets in her fingers and pulled at them to bring internal heat.

  “Such a pain slut,” commented Morgana, and leaned in closer to Tobin’s hidden ear. “If only you could see her, Tobin. She is such a vision. Her naked body—elegant and sculpted to perfection, slowly pounding your cock. She’s pinching her breasts as well. My they’re lovely. Just imagine what they look like, sweet slave.”

  During Morgana’s speech, Samantha could distinctly feel Tobin getting harder. His length swelled within her and added greatly to her ecstasy.

  “Pause for a moment, Samantha. We don’t want to end this little scene just yet,” said Morgana as she smoothed a finger around Tobin’s leather countenance.

  Samantha settled back down and waited. She could feel his pulse within her. His cock twitched and throbbed with ferocious levels of lust as he loitered within easy reach of ejaculation. To accentuate his erotic torture Samantha st
arted to clench her own tracts. She rolled her muscles in skilled waves to further keep him on the very verge of release. The anguish of the male slave was taken even further as Morgana shifted over and briefly blocked his breathing tube with her full lips. The male jerked beneath her and his abdomen sought to bounce Samantha on him to finish the task. Her weight and his constraints prevented the required motion and made him even more livid.

  Morgana moved back with a laugh and listened as he gasped in a quick flurry of new and frenzied breaths.

  “Give him one pump, slave,” ordered Morgana.

  Samantha raised herself with a broad smile. She kept the movement lethargic and paused just as he was about to depart her wet pussy. She hovered for a moment and gave another swirl of her loins upon his head before she descended onto the tumescent sceptre. Tobin jolted against his bonds and she could feel him struggling beneath her.

  Samantha reached back and let her hands slither up and down his flexing thighs. Arching her chest toward the ceiling, she laid back further so that his anxious penis shifted within her.

  “And another, slave,” said Morgana.

  Samantha pulled herself back to increase her contortion and drag him against her sex. The new position made the bliss even more magnificent and Samantha started to join him in frustration. The rapture was growing to such levels that she severely felt the temptation to jump back up and throw herself upon him, to rapidly ride him to tumultuous climax.

  “Keep still, slave,” ordered Lady Morgana then moved along the bed toward Samantha. She remained frozen on her arms, her belly full of starved and heat-filled slave cock.

  Morgana moved behind Samantha and let her hands reach around the arched torso of her property. Expert fingers began to attend her breasts and sneak down her front. Once there, they swiftly ferreted out her clit. Morgana’s digits etched swift and delicious patterns upon the morsel as it rested heavily against Tobin’s bent manhood. Samantha gave a whimper and sagged a little.

  “Lady Mo—” she began. Samantha was seeking to petition mercy. She needed to climax. She had to. She felt ready to burst into flames if she did not release some of this pent up orgasmic fury. The words were smothered by a kiss.

  Samantha was in a raging perverse hell. She could not resist the curling tongue of her owner, even though the passionate kiss cast ample extra stress onto her fiery libido. New strain came when the woman again began to pinch her nipples then to apply soft slaps across them. Morgana’s hands reached down and drew nails up her body, leaving rosy tracks of prickly sensation.

  Samantha moaned into the woman’s lips. Her tongue was snatched by suction and drawn out. Morgana sucked at the extended organ then drew back until it fell free of her pursed exquisite lips. A hand grabbed Samantha’s jawline and held her head in a stern hold.

  “Does my slave want to come?” asked Morgana.

  “Oh yes, Lady Morgana. Oh yeees,” she croaked.

  “Are you having fun on Tobin?” said Lady Morgana as her other hand again stretched down and started to harass Samantha’s excited clitoris.

  “Yes, Lady Morgana,” she panted.

  “The two of you are going to become well acquainted with each other under my rule. Would that please you? The two of you? Comrades in slavery?”

  “Yes. Yes, Lady Morgana,” stammered Samantha.

  It was indeed a pleasing thought, to have them together, innocent, and lost in Morgana’s dominion. Tobin was a person she could feel a bond with and with whom she could establish and nurture new desires. Morgana had again expertly woven and manipulated Samantha to have her not only do as the Lady wished but to actually crave it with zeal.

  “Then you may finish, my sweet slave,” said Morgana.

  The dominatrix removed herself from behind Samantha and dropped out along the bed to watch the finale.

  Samantha drew herself up and looked across the figure before her. She yearned to see his face, to see the visage of her fellow slave. She pictured a role reversal and imagined herself bound and sealed within the stringent arms of the leather garment. She imagined staring into blackness, her arms hugging her own body as she was stretched upon the bed, her legs dragged wide. She could kick and struggle, fight and writhe, and nothing could be done to affect her position. She would be there for as long as Morgana wished it, whether that duration was comprised of minutes, hours, or days. She imagined Morgana stretched out beside her, running her sublime hands upon her leather prison as Tobin thrust himself into her. She grabbed the recent events and filled her thoughts with the projected feel of him being made to stop and pause as she loitered on the edge of release, her climax about to gouge through her, only to be stalled by the erotic cruelty of their joint owner.

  With glorious sensation and thought coursing through her, Samantha lifted herself up then with a series of jouncing drives she rode the slave with maniac gusto. Rhapsody curled within her loins and grew in potency with every plunging shove onto his shaft.

  Samantha’s arms jerked out and her hands were tight rendered claws as she screamed. The monstrous intensity of her climax was suddenly focused into new savagery as she felt Tobin swelling to new levels. His body became like stone beneath her as every muscle flexed and lifted her up. A shot of succulent hot semen fired into her belly and the touch of molten warmth in her body caused her arms to flash back in and embrace her own body with a vicious squeeze. It was as though she was about to explode from an overload of sensation and only with this containment could she prevent herself from bursting.

  With her mind in a delirious haze, and his enraged cock twitching drastically within her, she managed to ride herself upon him for a few more drives then it became too much to bear. Samantha cast herself away and collapsed onto the sheets. Possessed by a level of lust like no other she rolled aside. Her hands grabbed her loins and held the furious flesh as her mouth moved to Tobin and replaced her pussy. Unable to stop herself she locked her lips to his shaft and began to suck with lewd venom.

  Tobin sorely tested the ability of the chains in keeping him subdued as she carried his orgasm on and on to impossible levels. He could do nothing to stop her. She had reached the point where she could not continue, but she could still carry him further and he was left with little choice. His howls against the helmet were distinct as she felt his pulse against the walls of her mouth and her tongue. The taste of his seed and her own pussy was a glorious flavour and the raging heat of his shaft made her maw hot.

  Samantha slowed her rate and let him gradually settle down. Beads of sweat across his exposed legs formed together and sent winding trails down to the covers. Spasms ran through his frame and she curled up beside her imprisoned lover. His body was now being operated by chaotic eddies of lingering bliss. She could hear his frenzied breath slowing and becoming long drawn wheezes of exhaustion.

  “That was something to see, Samantha. I never would have thought you capable of such a feat. I think you may have actually cooked Tobin’s sanity with that dastardly conclusion,” said Morgana.

  Her eyes were glittering with a new and powerful lust. Sitting up, she clapped her hands together in summoning.

  “Tom! Thumper!” she yelled.

  Seconds later, the two women jogged into the room and bowed before the bed. Samantha was too fatigued to rise. Any motion of her legs felt dangerous to undertake. If the lips of her pussy even shifted a fraction in their scorched and ultra-excited state, she swore they would ignite.

  “You wanted us, Lady Morgana,” they asked in unison, their voices slightly tremulous. Samantha pictured their faces. The sight of such a display on the bed and of such fatigue had to have them striving to figure out what had happened.

  “Take Tobin here to his mediation box and install him. Then you may retire for the night.”

  “And the new slave, Lady Morgana?” asked Thumper.

  Maybe she was envious that Samantha was going to be the recipient of all the lust that her carnal display had generated in their owne
r. Perhaps the pair wanted to drag Samantha from this room and torment both her and Tobin together, to take revenge for having kept their beloved lady away from them. Such a fate was not that frightening for Samantha and she actually found herself craving it. Tom and Thumper must have been dreadful afflictions for Tobin. It was guaranteed that they would never offer him anything save torment. They would frustrate him with their lustful displays and take great pleasure in denying him. Now the two of them could suffer together as the lesbian couple took out their own dark designs on the supplicants. It was akin to internal warfare between the subjects on the court of some dark tyrannical Queen. They all vied for her attention and were greatly envious when others of their number received it instead of them. Such jealousy prompted vengeance, retaliation, or further spiteful plotting.

  “Oh she’ll be staying here. With me. Now get going or you’ll be joining him in a night of containment,” pronounced Morgana.

  Tom and Thumper knew there was little doubt that she would have such a fate meted out and this ensured a rapid response. The two women released the clips that held the rings on both bonds and bed. The freed chains were curled up and placed in one of the drawers then Tobin’s inert form was lifted up and escorted out of the room.

  “And now for some more fun, slave,” uttered Morgana.

  Samantha pushed her arms into the covers and drew herself upright. She turned to meet the licentious stare of her owner and suddenly discovered new energy to continue with the night of passion.

  “Undress me, slave,” she ordered.

  Lying back, she lifted a long leather-clad leg and offered it to Samantha. Samantha crawled over and accepted the foot with fetishist devotion. She looked along the wicked heel and instep, up along the dark hide and to the reclining sultry form of Lady Morgana. Her libido was regenerating at an incredible rate from such august visual stimulus.