He ran the tip of his tongue along her inner thigh, felt her body tremble slightly in a familiar way as she anticipated with increasing need his next move. Her breathing was already irregular, and soft moans were quietly emanating from her pursed lips as she stroked and teased at her rigid nipples, maximising her own pleasure.
Ben was such an attentive lover. He'd already kissed and caressed her from head to toe, setting her nerves and senses on fire with every intimate touch, building her need for release slowly. He could play her like a guitar and the tunes he strummed on her hot, willing body were divine.
She spread her shapely legs wider as he curled his tongue into her wet labia, gasped out loud at the first contact. "Oh yeah, that's so good!" she breathed, her body starting to writhe snakelike in wriggling waves as he intensified his actions, sucking on her engorged lips, swirling his clever tongue around her hard, distended clit as she continued to pinch and squeeze at her large breasts and achingly tight nipples.
He slipped two fingers into her hot, wet pussy, opening her, working them in deep as he tirelessly teased her clit, his tongue circling it, only rarely brushing over it as his fingers set up a gently thrusting, swirling motion inside her. She raised her pelvis up at his face, back arching, her hand pressed into his hair as he took her to the edge, gasping, charging her nerves until they couldn't take any more, then backing off and taking her right up to the edge again.
He knew Sharon was teetering on the brink of orgasm, and he kept her there, easing off, slowing down and then building her up again. He knew just when to take her over, when her climax would explode inside her and send her hurtling into herself. Like a master musician with a finely tuned instrument he ramped her up for the big finale, keeping her on the brink one last time before sending her gloriously over the edge.
She felt a third and fourth finger slip into her sodden hole, stretching her, and his tongue zeroed in on her clit and stayed there. Her body was twitching rhythmically now as the charge in her went critical, started to overload, jerking her in spasms. She shot out her arms and gripped the headboard, a moan escaping her that became a loud wailing as finally, finally her climax erupted inside her pussy and coursed through her entire body, jerking her muscles and nerves as she succumbed helplessly to it, his fingers and tongue now merciless, keeping her there, sending wave after wave of pure ecstasy through her until she could take no more, and just at the right time releasing her, letting her fall slowly back into herself, enjoying the aftershocks on the way.
Ben gently kissed along her belly and breasts, his hands stroking her hot smooth skin gently, avoiding the now hugely sensitive erogenous zones as she came down from her excruciating high, chest heaving, heart pumping as she struggled to gain some measure of control over her breathing. He kissed her cheek and she turned and threw her arms around him, holding onto him tightly her cheek pressed into his chest.
"Fuck, what do you do to me Ben?" she finally managed to breathlessly ask, her voice husky, her mouth open wide with a deeply satisfied smile as she looked up at him.
She felt his arms tighten briefly around her in reply, and then she eased away from him for air, sweet cool air to breathe and cool her overheated body. "You play me like a fucking maestro Ben, and you know it!" she giggled.
"Ahhhh, yes," he responded with a low chuckle, "And now the conductor's wand must be rewarded."
"Jeez I'm not sure I can take anymore after that Ben," she said, reaching over to encircle his thick, hard shaft in her fingers, stroking his impressive length from root to head, feeling the hot, pulsing power of it on her palm.
Ben sighed as she increased her rhythm and pressure, his arm around her shoulders as she once more rested her head on his chest. It was just happening too often now, he thought, all that and just another hand job to show for it! They were going to have to spice things up if they were going to keep their young relationship intact, he thought.
He needed to cum though, so he imagined himself driving into her, fucking her hard, deep and fast and soon his release built. He tried to gently push her face towards his aching cock, felt her resist the pressure and gave up, took what pleasure he could from her hand until with a gasp he came, spraying his load over his belly and chest where she directed it, away from herself.
"There Maestro," she whispered with a hint of a giggle, "Baton satisfied. I could sleep for a week, but I have work tomorrow. Are you staying?"
Ben glanced at the clock, not even eleven yet. "No, I'll grab a quick shower and head home, need to go through some papers before work tomorrow, have a meeting first thing."
"Ok," she kissed him lightly on the lips, "I just have to crash, call me tomorrow?"
"Alright Shaz," he answered, "Sleep tight."
It didn't take him long to shower and dress, but by the time he had done so she was sound asleep, curled up in the foetal position with the duvet wrapped tightly around her.
"This isn't working so good Shaz," he whispered to her, "Baton not satisfied, not satisfied at all. Again." He kissed her gently on the forehead and switched off the bedside light.
He left the house and drove home, wrestling with the idea of ending their time together or having another go at getting things balanced out, so that the fun was more evenly distributed. He'd already tried, without success, but she was great company and he really liked her. "Why does she have to be so damned selfish in bed?" he cursed aloud.
- - - - -
Ben, as usual, awoke fresh and bright the next morning, and focussed his thoughts immediately on work. He'd joined the company only a few months earlier and seemed to be impressing people so far. As Sales Manager he had a huge responsibility to the company, all its employees and the board to be fully committed to it, and he took that seriously. After all, they had head-hunted him from their biggest local competitor and given him a head-turning remuneration package.
As he drove to the office, he still couldn't believe just how lucky he was to have landed the job. He'd been interviewed by the firm's Managing Director, Emma Delaney, who had a reputation in local business circles for being a hard-headed, cold-hearted bitch! He'd never found her that way at all, she had helped him settle in and was almost courteous and polite, and as generous with her smiles as she was with her pay cheques. Her younger brother Curt was the hard-headed, cold-hearted one. He was the other half of the board, the Financial Director, who seemed to be continually pissed off that he wasn't running the whole show. Fortunately, Ben's performance gave the crabby accountant no cause for complaint, and they kept out of each other's way.
He arrived early and parked his fancy company car in his reserved slot, noticing that both the director's cars were already in theirs. Unlike his old firm, these directors surely did set an example when it came to putting in the hours, and he respected that. He was soon in his nicely furnished, corner office and working away at his next big presentation for a potential new customer in the city.
He'd got the best part of an hour into the day when Gloria arrived with his morning coffee.
"Morning Gloria," he said cheerfully, smiling at his secretary, "Everything okay?"
Gloria smiled back warmly, brushing her long sandy hair over her shoulder, "Everything's fine Ben, Fiona's just finishing sorting the mail and she'll be right up with it. There was a message from Kayla to remind you that she's in meetings at Emperor & Unity most of the morning. She'll call in when she's done, thinks it'll be after lunch."
"Brilliant, we could use that account and I have a feeling our lovely little redheaded Rep' will be able to get those guys on board with us," he smiled, "Thanks for the coffee Gloria, perfect as always."
"My pleasure Ben," she responded, almost visibly pleased with his easy compliment.
Ben watched her slim waist and tight ass swaying at the hips as she walked away from him and out of the office, and wondered idly if she'd be hot in bed, and why with a body like that there seemed to be no boyfriend on the scene. She was twenty-nine and looking good too.
His thoughts were interrupted by Fiona, the receptionist, who walked confidently into his office with his confidential mail. "Morning Fiona," he said cheerfully, his eyes wandering to the immense amount of cleavage she was displaying from a slightly too tight blouse that looked as if it might burst open at any second.
"Morning Ben, just the two today, Gloria has the regular stuff," she smiled back, aware of where his eyes were and not at all concerned. She dressed to show herself off, she would have been upset if the suave Sales Manager hadn't looked. She knew he'd be following the line of her thighs in her slightly too tight and a little too short skirt when she turned and walked back to her desk, not to mention her firm, round ass. That was Fiona, nice body and quite comfortable inside it too.
"Thank you Fi, your heels are getting higher how on earth do you walk in them?" Ben replied with a grin, feeling old in the presence of the nineteen year old, though he was only thirty-five!
"It takes practise," she giggled, and walked out of the office with an extra swing of the hips for her admirer, revelling in the attention, her short, light brown hair swaying as she walked.
Ben didn't wonder about whether Fiona would be hot in bed, she just had to be!
He finished his coffee and refocused his thoughts, then got back into researching the company whose business he was targeting next. The morning slipped away. Kayla called in early in the afternoon, reporting on a successful contract negotiation at Emperor & Unity, and to let him know that she was heading into the office with the paperwork.
His own presentation was well underway and things seemed to be going pretty smoothly when he headed to lunch. He passed Emma in the corridor on his way out, and as usual she took his breath away with her timeless beauty and classic style of dress. It was hard to pick her age out, he thought she'd be in her forties somewhere but really didn't know. She was a classy lady, elegant he thought, and wondered if she was the archetypal 'lady in life, whore in the bedroom' type. He wouldn't mind one of those!
He went across the car park and down to the riverbank with his sandwiches and styrofoam cup of coffee, as he often did at lunchtimes when the weather was favourable. He found a bench, and sat down to quietly eat whilst pondering the thought of Sharon, his girlfriend. He really did care for her, he decided he had to try and get her to put in more effort in the bedroom. It was worth another shot.
Kayla breezed into his office during the early afternoon, waving a thick and newly signed contract at him and with a hugely satisfied grin on her pretty face. Her coppery red hair fell about her shoulders in curls and she carried her thirty-four years in the style of someone a decade younger. Her green eyes almost sparkled, her very professional trouser suit did nothing in its tailoring to hide her beautiful figure.
The contract landed on Ben's desk with a thud. "Way to go girl, good work," Ben grinned.
"Thanks Ben, I worked hard on that one."
"I know you did, and it's appreciated, believe me. Want to walk this one through Development yourself?" he asked. He knew she wanted to follow the contract through from start to finish, just to see the processes involved and further her knowledge, and to no doubt challenge for his own position one day. She'd get it too, she was damned good.
"Will that be alright Ben?" she answered, a little surprised.
"I've already cleared it with Emma, she thinks it's a good idea. You'll be covering for me for annual leave and so on, so all knowledge will be of use you. You know the company doesn't think of you as just a Rep', more of a Deputy to me?"
"Yes I know, nice to be recognised though, thanks Ben."
"You deserve it Kayla," Ben praised her, "Now get that contract into Development and make sure they do it right. It's your baby!"
"I'm on it Boss!" she laughed, grabbed the contract and headed through the door.
After his afternoon coffee, he went for a meeting with the Development guys that dragged but was necessary. There were unexpected problems with a contract that had to be resolved and quickly before the company got into a default situation, and that meant losing money. Schedules were always tight, and in the current climate they simply had to be met.
By the time he got back to his office, he was tired and ready to follow everyone else's lead and quit for the day. The envelope was on his otherwise empty desk, and it was incongruous because it was a pastel pink in colour.
He picked it up and looked at the machine printed address on it, that stated simply his name and that it was private and confidential. He tapped it against his fingers, wondering what it was about, when he heard somebody approaching and instinctively slipped it into his jacket pocket.
"I'm just leaving Ben," Emma said, her usual warm smile in place, "Good work with E&U today, that's a great contract."
"That's all down to Kayla," Ben replied.
"Oh I know she sealed it Ben," Emma went on, "But she has a good boss who's brought her on in leaps and bounds, don't underestimate the importance of that."
"Well, thanks for that Emma, hadn't thought about it like that," Ben said, slightly surprised.
"Don't stay too late Ben, good night," she smiled again, and was already turning to leave the office.
"Nite Emma," he replied, she raised her hand in a wave but didn't look back as she rounded the corner and was lost from sight.
Ben discovered the pink envelope in his jacket pocket when he got home, and tossed it onto the coffee table while he showered and changed, and cooked himself dinner. He called Sharon for a chat and cried off seeing her that night, enjoyed his meal and then settled down with a beer and the mysterious envelope.
He peeled it open and slipped out the glossy white card that it contained. Again, machine printed words, this time in bold italics, it said, 'You turn me on Sir xx.' He stared dumbly at it. The card was the size of a regular postcard. He didn't know whether to be concerned or flattered but couldn't help but smile, couldn't help but frown at the use of the word 'Sir'. He idly flipped the card over and his breath caught in the back of his throat.
Printed on the reverse, or maybe the front, was a black and white photograph that showed a woman reclining in an office chair, legs up on the desk, skirt up enough to reveal her stocking tops, and her face obscured by the computer monitor. He didn't recognise the office or the legs.
"Who the hell sent this?" he asked the empty room, his mind starting to race with possible answers, some of which he discounted, some he didn't. He sat and thought for a long time. Eventually he was left with four suspects. Gloria, Fiona and Kayla being the obvious ones, one of the guys from Development being the other, possibly prank option.
He decided that there was nothing that he could do about it. He couldn't go accusing people without some reason to suspect them and it wasn't exactly offensive material. He came back to the use of the word 'Sir' though, which by default implied that someone subservient to him was responsible.
"Or just plain Sub," he spoke out loud, "Now that would be interesting!" He chuckled, and then decided to add Sharon to his list of suspects. He had no idea how she could have got the note to his desk, but maybe she'd taken his last request for a bit of variety in the bedroom more seriously than he'd thought, and she had sounded most disappointed when he'd spoken to her earlier.
- - - - -
The following day Ben spent mostly in the field, meeting customers and dealing with concerns on ongoing contracts whilst trying to put feelers down for any new business that might be about. He didn't get to the office until nearly four in the afternoon, and it wasn't until he was striding across the car park that he remembered the note from the previous day.
When he walked into the building Fiona looked up from her desk and smiled warmly, "Hi Ben, good day?"
"Not too bad, could be better," he replied, "How's it been here?"
"Same, same," she answered, "Situation normal."
He carried on along the corridor, acknowledging various colleagues as he passed them, his mind wondering if Fiona had been any different than usual, until he reached his own office where Gloria was bending to file some papers in the low drawer of the cabinet. He hadn't seen her bend like that before at the low drawers and she was showing a fine pair of legs in the process.
"Nice le ... err, nice day Gloria," he said cheerfully, cursing his mind.
Gloria straightened up and turned to him with her usual smile, or was it somehow more than usual? More warm? "Hi Ben, Freudian slip?" she grinned.
"Yes," he smiled back at her, "I'm sorry I didn't mean .."
She cut him off, "No need, nice to get a compliment for a change, I don't get many. And yes, not a bad day at all."
"Okay," he responded, his brain searching for what he knew he should be asking, "What's happening here then?"
"Kayla saw you in the car park and is heading down for a quick catch up on E&U, and you have a review meeting with the bosses at half past," she told him.
"Right, any chance of a quick coffee then please Gloria?" he asked, recovering his usual composure at last.
"After complimenting my legs, how could I refuse?" she beamed, and went past him with a smile in the direction of the kitchen.
He went into his office and dumped his briefcase on his desk. He hadn't even made it to his chair when Kayla breezed in. Gloria came and went with his coffee, and he finished his meeting with the Rep' en route to his review meeting with Emma and Curt. By the time he got back to his office, everyone else had seemingly gone home. Deciding that anything else could keep until morning, he grabbed his briefcase and with a glance at his desk, void of pink envelopes he noted, headed back out to the car.
He had no need to call Sharon that night as Tuesdays were her girls night and she'd be out with her friends from work. He was almost relieved about that, and felt guilty for feeling that way. It was about ten when he decided to go over his notes on a promising new contract at Halshaws and opened up his briefcase, to be greeted by the sight of a disarmingly familiar pink envelope.
"How the fuck?" he said out loud, reaching for the envelope. His mind registered Kayla first and Gloria second, his case had been unattended in the office whilst he'd been with the bosses, but then that didn't exclude Fiona or some other prankster either.
He peeled open the envelope and read the message, which said, 'I am so wet for you Sir xx'. He turned it over. The black and white image was of the same woman at the same desk, but taken from the side of the desk rather than in front. She had one leg on the desk, the other on the cabinet to the side of her. Her legs were spread wide, clad in black stockings and heels. Her right hand was between her legs and her left was holding a manilla file that obscured her face completely. He still didn't recognise the office, or the legs, or the smooth shaved pussy, but then it needn't be a picture of the sender, more an illustration of the sender's thoughts.
Looking at the picture brought an uncomfortable swelling to his groin that he couldn't help. He flipped it back over and reread the message. His mind shifted into overdrive, but he still couldn't narrow it down to a particular person, and so he was still powerless to act.
He didn't sleep well that night, aroused and confused by the notes and their accompanying images, and the thoughts that they were invoking in him. He didn't want this to be a practical joke from some nut in Development. He wanted it to be for real. When he did sleep, the images came to life in his dreams, the unidentified woman teasing him with her playful masturbation and running commentary whilst remaining out of reach.
- - - - -
The following morning he showered and was dressed even earlier than normal, and feeling the effects of his restless night. He took an unexpected call from Sharon, confirming that he would go to her place that evening which he did. Then he headed out to work, his mind trying to solve the as yet unsolvable riddle that he had been set by person or persons unknown.
Fiona's outfit of choice for the day was impossibly revealing when she appeared with the post. Gloria arrived late wearing a shorter than usual skirt and higher than usual heels. Kayla had even switched her usual trouser suit to a tight pencil skirt and jacket that really showed off her figure to full effect.
Ben's mind was in a whirl. He dealt with business steadily all morning only half concentrating, and having to go over the same stuff repeatedly because of it, which made him even more frustrated. By lunchtime he was tired and irritable and was grateful to take his lunch down by the river where he tried to get a handle on things.
Gloria's sudden preference for shorter skirts and higher heels could just have been brought on by his accidental compliment of the previous day, and mean nothing more than that. Kayla was having extended office time so was probably just glad to get into a skirt for a change and Fiona, well Fiona was just Fiona, he reasoned with himself. That left him with Sharon or a prankster. He didn't think Sharon knew anyone at his office, but it was possible she could have got some help to deliver the notes, however unlikely that seemed. The prankster option seemed the most logical.
By the time he returned to his desk he had composed himself and the afternoon went much more smoothly than the morning had. He found time to compliment Gloria again, just in case it was her, and even told Kayla that it was nice to see her in something other than, admittedly beautifully tailored, trousers. He also took a long, unashamed look at Fiona's many assets which he made sure she noticed just for good measure. He reasoned that even if it wasn't any of them behind the notes, he had done no harm making them all feel a little better about themselves.
He locked the car outside his home and let himself in, placing his briefcase in its usual spot on the side table and closing the door behind him. He reached into the mail box and fished out his mail. Three bills and a pink envelope!
The adrenalin hit him hard. His heart started to race and he became quite breathless, and his cock swelled up quite of its own accord. He took the envelope into the kitchen and took a drink of water, then with a supreme effort he tried to calm himself enough to open the note.
'I want you to use me Sir xx' it read. His hands trembled as he turned over the card. The photograph was of the same woman, same desk but from another different angle. She still had the stockings and heels on, but nothing else. She was bent over the desk this time, one knee resting on its surface. Her hands were bound behind her back with what appeared to be her bra. A muscular guy was standing behind her obviously fucking her. He still couldn't see her face, though her hair was long, but being a black and white photo he realised that she could have dark blond, light brown or even red hair, he couldn't tell. It could even be a wig.
Once again his mind went to work. The note had been delivered by hand today after he'd left for work. Or had it? It could have been delivered in the night he wouldn't have checked his mailbox in the morning! Gloria had been late, unusual for her, but they all knew where he lived. Dammit he still knew nothing!
He showered and calmed down, then looked at three notes side by side. It was obvious from the latest one that the 'Sir' was being used in a submissive way, that someone was telling him that they wanted him to dominate them. Then he thought of the irony of it, a Sub letting a guy know that she wanted a Dom? He chuckled, well maybe the power was that way in these relationships, if you looked under the surface. He'd never considered it before, and the thought interested him.
The ringing of the telephone cut his thinking short. It was Sharon. "You want to eat with me tonight Ben? I can cook for both of us."
"Yes sure," he replied, "It'll save me cooking. I'm about ready so I'll throw on my shoes and head right over."
"Great, I want you see."
"What did you say?" he asked suddenly, a note of authority in his voice that scared her a little.
"I said 'I want you see'," she repeated.
"Oh, sorry I thought you said 'Sir'," he continued.
"Sir? Why would I call you Sir you nutcase?" she giggled.
"Well you might, if you were feeling a little submissive," he chuckled.
"Oh I get it, another one of your ideas to 'bring some variety' to our sex life is it?" she laughed, "There's nothing wrong with it the way it is, but I'll play if you're going to get all masterful on me." She was giggling now.
"Alright then Shaz, I'm on my way," he told her, and hung up. He smiled, felt a twin sensation of relief and excitement, then went for his shoes and his car keys.
She let him in and pressed him against the wall in the hallway, and kissed him deep and hard. He could taste the wine on her. He slipped his arms around her back and kissed her just as hard. They both broke off gasping.
"Dinner will be delayed," she finally said, adding with a giggle "Sir!"
"Good. Take your clothes off," he told her, guiding her into the dining room.
"Ooooh, you are bossy," she answered, but began to undo her blouse seductively and let it slip from her shoulders to the floor. Her skirt followed. Her bra followed that. Her knickers were last.
"Leave the rest on," he instructed.
"As you wish," she answered playfully, standing before him, legs parted. Ben was seeing her in a new light now, not only a stunning body with all the right curves, but suddenly the adventurous lover that he'd always wanted.
"As you wish what?" he asked her sternly.
"Sir! As you wish Sir," she giggled.
He moved a chair away from the table and bent her over it, one knee raised to its surface just like the last picture. He flung off his clothes, his cock achingly hard and throbbing.
He dropped to his knees behind her and caressed her beautiful legs from slender ankle to hot thigh, his breath on her pussy all the while he did so, and he took his time, enjoying the sheer feel of the taut nylon on her shapely legs. He stood, bringing her bra with him from the floor and he dropped it beside her on the tabletop before sliding his hand over her lovely ass and down between her legs, into the wet heat of her sex.
"Oh you want me don't you?" he asked.
"I've been horny all day Ben, told you on the phone I wanted you," she answered.
The sound of his hand slapping hard on her ass cheek preceded her shocked cry of pain, and his harsh words. "That's not how you will address me," he told her.
Sharon reeled from the slap and the tone of his voice, and her alcohol muddled mind did the only thing it could, it made her say, "I'm sorry Sir." Her own words shocked her as much as the slap had, but then his fingers were back between her legs, gently probing, and she was so damned horny, and she knew that this man knew how to make her cum so good.
She didn't resist when he pulled her arms behind her back and bound her wrists with something, she rested her head on the smooth table, her need now overcoming all other instincts.
Ben thrust into her viciously from behind, lifting her standing foot onto tiptoe as he did so, ramming the whole length of his generously proportioned cock into her in one hard stab. She cried out, her brain registering pain and shock, her body registering pleasure that over-rode it as he started to fuck her hard and fast. He reached around and squeezed her tight nipple between thumb and finger, causing her to cry out again, the fog in her mind clearing enough now to register only the pain of it, but the savage fucking he was giving her was doing all that she needed it to, taking her towards her release and once more the need won out.
"You like being fucked like a slut?" he asked her breathlessly, slamming himself into her.
When she didn't answer, he yanked on her hair. "Answer me!"
Her mind didn't answer, her body did. She started to twitch with that tell tale sign of approaching orgasm, needed it badly, she mumbled out, "Yes."
The stinging slap to her ass sent shivers through her, "Yes Sir!" she called out.
"Yes Sir what?" he demanded.
"I like it Sir," she told him, as her nerves and senses charged up to capacity, ready for release. He stopped dead, his cock buried to the hilt in her soaking cunt.
"You like what?" he said, "Say it!"
Her mind reeled. She needed release, it was so close, she was right on the edge. "I like being fucked like a slut, Sir!" she choked out the words.
He resumed his frenzied fucking, she plunged over the edge and he fucked her right through one shocking climax straight into another, until he pulled out and with a quick side step sprayed his cum onto her face, gasping as he did so, until he stood trembling and quite shocked at himself.
She tried to stand, weakly, but her bonds hindered her. Ben quickly released her wrists from her bra and helped her up. She turned towards him and spat in his face vehemently.
"Get your things and get the fuck out of my life you bastard!" she hissed.
"What? But you sent me those notes, you told me you wanted to play, and you came, I know you came, and more than once!" Ben was shocked and confused. Her spittle ran over his cheek, his sperm was running down her neck. They faced each other angrily.
"I don't know anything about any notes," she said, her eyes ablaze with anger and humiliation, "But yes I said I'd play, so I'll take my share of the blame for that, and yes I did cum, twice you arrogant bastard, but that doesn't mean I enjoyed being bound and treated like a whore!"
"But.."
"Get out Ben, I don't ever want to see you again!"
"I would never have treated you like that if I hadn't thought..." he began again.
"No, I don't think you would," she responded, her anger receding, "Which is why I'm not calling the police. I gave you the wrong idea, but if you're capable of acting like that I don't want you any more. Sir!"
She walked from the room and stomped up the stairs. Ben got dressed, his mind once more in turmoil. He went upstairs quietly, found her sobbing on the bed.
"I'm so sorry Shaz," he said softly.
"So am I Ben, sorry that I had too much to drink before you got here, sorry that I agreed to play your sick little game, sorry that I ever met you. Get out and stay away Ben, just stay away from me."
"I really am sorry," he said softly, deflated. She didn't reply, and he quietly left.
He drove home without any real awareness of driving, pulled into his drive and sat there, engine running and lights blazing against his front door. It took him a while to see it, a while longer to recognise and register what it was. A pink envelope was caught on the flap of his mailbox.
In stunned silence, he shut the car down and got out, locking it behind him. He retrieved the envelope from where it had snagged on the flap of the mailbox, absolutely certain that it hadn't been there when he'd got home from work, so whoever it was, had delivered their second note of the day after he'd gone to Sharon's.
He walked through to the kitchen and poured himself a generous shot of vodka, downed it, and refilled the glass. He then opened the pink envelope.
'Make me your slut Sir xx' this one said. He turned it over. The same woman in the stockings and heels was in the same office and was this time kneeling in the middle of the floor, riding a hard cock that she was straddling whilst sucking another, and there were several more waiting for her. She was blindfolded, her face once more turned away from the camera.
He downed the second shot and refilled the glass again, his conflicting feelings rising as certainly as his cock. He had tasted the power now, and wanted more, but was he just being manipulated into this, and if so who had the power really? Who had the power over him?
He drank a lot of vodka, did a lot of thinking and got nowhere, other than to remove Sharon from his suspect list. Poor Sharon. He eventually passed out on the settee, his mind alive with his own images from the last note, images that pleased him, things he wanted to do.
- - - - -
Thursday dawned and he was awake before it, his dominating dreams of the previous night very fresh and real in his mind, his recent experience with Sharon just an appetiser, just a prelude for what he wanted now. Maddeningly though, he couldn't have it unless someone allowed it, and the someone who seemed to be offering it wasn't telling who they were. Yet.
With images from the most recent note in his mind he had masturbated himself to a trembling orgasm in the shower, then composed himself for the day ahead. He needed another note now, they were like a drug and he needed his fix.
He got to work earlier than usual, only one car in the car park before him. Emma's. He'd never considered her as a possible originator for the notes and he did so briefly. The power that she had on a daily basis and the control that she had over so many employees would surely point to her being a dominatrix if anything rather than a Sub he thought, but then the irony struck him again. She had the power to give power, that was for sure, but he just couldn't reconcile it in his head that it could be her, and he dismissed it.
He went to his office and sat down at his desk, switching on his computer. He opened the drawer of his desk to reach for the file he needed, and found another pink envelope there, sitting atop the file.
He checked his watch. It was still early, only Emma's car was in the car park. He opened the envelope and read the message which said, 'Your slut needs your instructions and discipline Sir xx'.
Turning over the card, he saw the same woman again, dressed the same but alone now, kneeling straight backed but head bowed on the floor of the office. Her back was streaked with red stripes from her shoulders to her ass cheeks. Again, she was facing away from the camera.
He put the card in the envelope and into his briefcase, tried to control his surging emotions. He tried to understand why the image of a beautiful body lashed by a whip aroused him so strongly, knowing that it wouldn't have done at all a week ago. He wondered what the hell was happening to him, but knew that he was powerless to resist it, whatever it was, powerless to resist power to wield. For a moment he thought he was going insane.
Staff arrived in their usual manner, Gloria brought him his coffee with her cheery smile and ever shortening skirts.
"Looking good again this morning Gloria," he told her confidently, "You really have got lovely legs y'know."
"Thank you Ben," she preened.
"Have I got a meeting with Emma this morning?" he enquired.
"Definitely not, she's at that conference with her brother, they set off together after work yesterday," she answered.
"Of course I forgot," he said, "Don't know what I was thinking! It was her car being out there that made me wonder."
"That'll be it, she left it here last night, they went in Curt's car. She's not back until either very late today or maybe the morning," Gloria confirmed.
"Ok, I'm a little fuzzy this morning Gloria, who am I seeing today anyone?" he asked.
"Your diary's clear for today all day Ben, you wanted me to keep it free so that you could work on the bid for Astral," she answered, "Are you feeling alright?"
"Yes fine, just a little tired. I've been putting the hours in this week and it's catching up with me I think. Right then, the Astral bid it is," he smiled at her and she left the office to go about her own work.
Fiona brought the confidential mail, wearing her usual exhibitionist outfit which he duly admired. Kayla was back on the road somewhere up country so he wasn't expecting to see her until late, if at all.
He rang Sharon half way through the morning. She'd called in sick at work so he rang her home number. They had a brief conversation, he apologised, she said she understood and once again accepted her share of the blame. They parted company, permanently, but at least not shouting at each other.
He took his lunch by the river, took longer than usual and went back to complete the Astral bid afterwards. By three he was done. He made some calls, checked with Development that all was progressing on schedule with the current contracts and was on his way home by four, much to the surprise of Gloria, but with her undoubted approval.
There was another pink envelope waiting for him at home. The note inside read 'You will know who your slut is soon Sir xx'. On the other side there was no picture, but a further message that read, 'When you do, ask no questions, use me as it pleases you, I am willing to serve in any and every way you require Sir. If you wish to proceed, call this number and simply say 'yes' and if you don't, say 'no' Sir xx'
There was a mobile number, no doubt untraceable. He made the call, said the word 'Yes' loud and clear and hung up. He then put all six notes together in their envelopes into a drawer in the lounge, and settled down for another anxious, bizarre night. He would have no peace until he had her, he knew, and maybe not after that either, but he would take the power that he was being given in the knowledge that she wanted him to, wanted him to use her, treat her like a slut and punish her misdeeds, wanted him to have that power over her, until she decided to take it away. Ultimately, the power was hers, he was just the chosen tool of delivery for now for what she wanted, the key being that she did want it.
- - - - -
He arrived later than normal for work, after a surprisingly peaceful and refreshing night's sleep, knowing that the die was cast, that today he would know whether it was real or a prank. Either way, he had learned a great deal about himself on this little journey. Whether it ended in the humiliation of the prank, or the secret world of a mysterious new lover he would soon know.
It was an unremarkable day in the office, he saw all of his suspects at some point and got a lot of work done, including setting up Kayla to present the Astral bid the following week. His desk was clear by four, and being a Friday, the office ground to a halt shortly after. He was away himself by half past.
Once home he showered and changed before collecting his mail from the mailbox, dumping the usual stuff on the sideboard and taking only the now familiar and exciting pink envelope to the settee upon which he sat. His hands were shaking, he struggled with the envelope, but eventually slid the glossy card from inside.
'Your slut is now yours to command Sir xx', it read, and on the reverse was, 'You will find me at 93 Riverside Drive, the door will be open at 7pm Sir xx'
He looked at his watch, placed the final card with the others and left the house. He knew the street, but the address wasn't a familiar one to him. It was a smart neighbourhood, the houses backed onto the river upstream from town and faced an unspoilt woodland. Surprisingly prices were quite low, as it was a long way out of town and impossible to get to without your own car, or
He turned onto the drive just before seven and found the house in a quiet cul de sac at the bend of the river, which enabled it to sit quite separately from the other properties and was privately screened by trees. He pulled his car onto a long driveway that threaded between the trees and came to a halt by the closed garage door of a smart looking bungalow.
He stepped out, and listened. There were birds singing somewhere and he could hear the gentle swishing of the river in the distance. It was certainly a peaceful place, somewhat at odds with the reason that had brought him here.
He walked to the door and opened it. Closing it behind him he turned the key in the lock and turned to look around. An office was off to his right, quite a familiar one now to him, but she wasn't there, she or the prankster anyway. He checked all the rooms, until only the door to the basement remained.
He opened it and took the narrow wooden steps carefully. At the bottom he found himself standing on a thick red carpet. There was a swing in one corner, and not the garden variety, and there were all manner of rigs clearly designed to have someone tied to them, either standing, bending or laying flat. There were racks of toys, whips, paddles and a variety of restraints along one wall, a cinema area opposite that. It was warm and luxurious, decadent.
At the end of room sat on a majestic leather sofa was a woman, wearing only stockings and heels, her legs spread lewdly, head bowed, face obscured by long blond hair. He approached her quietly, at a loss as to what to say.
He stopped and looked at her for a long time. She had such a beautiful body. He grew very hard admiring her.
"Show your face Slut," he commanded.
The woman raised her chin slowly, her blond hair cascading around her shoulders as it slid from her face. Blue eyes met his briefly, her classically beautiful face now revealed to him. Emma, in a blond wig, but Emma nonetheless.
"What will you have me do for you Sir?" she asked him meekly, the powerful all controlling business executive reduced at her own desire to nothing more than a fuck slut. She would boss him by day, he would boss her by night, but the power was always with her, either way, as it always had been. She was only lending it to him.
"Undress me, kneel before me and suck my cock. Make it good Slut, and I will cum in your mouth. Make it very good and I may even allow you some pleasure too," he ordered.
"Yes Sir, thank you Sir," she said, rising to her feet to begin undressing him.
Ben hoped he could please her enough to keep the arrangement intact for a while, and the irony of the thought struck him just as her mouth surrounded his cock, and he didn't really care much about the rights or wrongs of it, or who held the power after that.
Ben was such an attentive lover. He'd already kissed and caressed her from head to toe, setting her nerves and senses on fire with every intimate touch, building her need for release slowly. He could play her like a guitar and the tunes he strummed on her hot, willing body were divine.
She spread her shapely legs wider as he curled his tongue into her wet labia, gasped out loud at the first contact. "Oh yeah, that's so good!" she breathed, her body starting to writhe snakelike in wriggling waves as he intensified his actions, sucking on her engorged lips, swirling his clever tongue around her hard, distended clit as she continued to pinch and squeeze at her large breasts and achingly tight nipples.
He slipped two fingers into her hot, wet pussy, opening her, working them in deep as he tirelessly teased her clit, his tongue circling it, only rarely brushing over it as his fingers set up a gently thrusting, swirling motion inside her. She raised her pelvis up at his face, back arching, her hand pressed into his hair as he took her to the edge, gasping, charging her nerves until they couldn't take any more, then backing off and taking her right up to the edge again.
He knew Sharon was teetering on the brink of orgasm, and he kept her there, easing off, slowing down and then building her up again. He knew just when to take her over, when her climax would explode inside her and send her hurtling into herself. Like a master musician with a finely tuned instrument he ramped her up for the big finale, keeping her on the brink one last time before sending her gloriously over the edge.
She felt a third and fourth finger slip into her sodden hole, stretching her, and his tongue zeroed in on her clit and stayed there. Her body was twitching rhythmically now as the charge in her went critical, started to overload, jerking her in spasms. She shot out her arms and gripped the headboard, a moan escaping her that became a loud wailing as finally, finally her climax erupted inside her pussy and coursed through her entire body, jerking her muscles and nerves as she succumbed helplessly to it, his fingers and tongue now merciless, keeping her there, sending wave after wave of pure ecstasy through her until she could take no more, and just at the right time releasing her, letting her fall slowly back into herself, enjoying the aftershocks on the way.
Ben gently kissed along her belly and breasts, his hands stroking her hot smooth skin gently, avoiding the now hugely sensitive erogenous zones as she came down from her excruciating high, chest heaving, heart pumping as she struggled to gain some measure of control over her breathing. He kissed her cheek and she turned and threw her arms around him, holding onto him tightly her cheek pressed into his chest.
"Fuck, what do you do to me Ben?" she finally managed to breathlessly ask, her voice husky, her mouth open wide with a deeply satisfied smile as she looked up at him.
She felt his arms tighten briefly around her in reply, and then she eased away from him for air, sweet cool air to breathe and cool her overheated body. "You play me like a fucking maestro Ben, and you know it!" she giggled.
"Ahhhh, yes," he responded with a low chuckle, "And now the conductor's wand must be rewarded."
"Jeez I'm not sure I can take anymore after that Ben," she said, reaching over to encircle his thick, hard shaft in her fingers, stroking his impressive length from root to head, feeling the hot, pulsing power of it on her palm.
Ben sighed as she increased her rhythm and pressure, his arm around her shoulders as she once more rested her head on his chest. It was just happening too often now, he thought, all that and just another hand job to show for it! They were going to have to spice things up if they were going to keep their young relationship intact, he thought.
He needed to cum though, so he imagined himself driving into her, fucking her hard, deep and fast and soon his release built. He tried to gently push her face towards his aching cock, felt her resist the pressure and gave up, took what pleasure he could from her hand until with a gasp he came, spraying his load over his belly and chest where she directed it, away from herself.
"There Maestro," she whispered with a hint of a giggle, "Baton satisfied. I could sleep for a week, but I have work tomorrow. Are you staying?"
Ben glanced at the clock, not even eleven yet. "No, I'll grab a quick shower and head home, need to go through some papers before work tomorrow, have a meeting first thing."
"Ok," she kissed him lightly on the lips, "I just have to crash, call me tomorrow?"
"Alright Shaz," he answered, "Sleep tight."
It didn't take him long to shower and dress, but by the time he had done so she was sound asleep, curled up in the foetal position with the duvet wrapped tightly around her.
"This isn't working so good Shaz," he whispered to her, "Baton not satisfied, not satisfied at all. Again." He kissed her gently on the forehead and switched off the bedside light.
He left the house and drove home, wrestling with the idea of ending their time together or having another go at getting things balanced out, so that the fun was more evenly distributed. He'd already tried, without success, but she was great company and he really liked her. "Why does she have to be so damned selfish in bed?" he cursed aloud.
- - - - -
Ben, as usual, awoke fresh and bright the next morning, and focussed his thoughts immediately on work. He'd joined the company only a few months earlier and seemed to be impressing people so far. As Sales Manager he had a huge responsibility to the company, all its employees and the board to be fully committed to it, and he took that seriously. After all, they had head-hunted him from their biggest local competitor and given him a head-turning remuneration package.
As he drove to the office, he still couldn't believe just how lucky he was to have landed the job. He'd been interviewed by the firm's Managing Director, Emma Delaney, who had a reputation in local business circles for being a hard-headed, cold-hearted bitch! He'd never found her that way at all, she had helped him settle in and was almost courteous and polite, and as generous with her smiles as she was with her pay cheques. Her younger brother Curt was the hard-headed, cold-hearted one. He was the other half of the board, the Financial Director, who seemed to be continually pissed off that he wasn't running the whole show. Fortunately, Ben's performance gave the crabby accountant no cause for complaint, and they kept out of each other's way.
He arrived early and parked his fancy company car in his reserved slot, noticing that both the director's cars were already in theirs. Unlike his old firm, these directors surely did set an example when it came to putting in the hours, and he respected that. He was soon in his nicely furnished, corner office and working away at his next big presentation for a potential new customer in the city.
He'd got the best part of an hour into the day when Gloria arrived with his morning coffee.
"Morning Gloria," he said cheerfully, smiling at his secretary, "Everything okay?"
Gloria smiled back warmly, brushing her long sandy hair over her shoulder, "Everything's fine Ben, Fiona's just finishing sorting the mail and she'll be right up with it. There was a message from Kayla to remind you that she's in meetings at Emperor & Unity most of the morning. She'll call in when she's done, thinks it'll be after lunch."
"Brilliant, we could use that account and I have a feeling our lovely little redheaded Rep' will be able to get those guys on board with us," he smiled, "Thanks for the coffee Gloria, perfect as always."
"My pleasure Ben," she responded, almost visibly pleased with his easy compliment.
Ben watched her slim waist and tight ass swaying at the hips as she walked away from him and out of the office, and wondered idly if she'd be hot in bed, and why with a body like that there seemed to be no boyfriend on the scene. She was twenty-nine and looking good too.
His thoughts were interrupted by Fiona, the receptionist, who walked confidently into his office with his confidential mail. "Morning Fiona," he said cheerfully, his eyes wandering to the immense amount of cleavage she was displaying from a slightly too tight blouse that looked as if it might burst open at any second.
"Morning Ben, just the two today, Gloria has the regular stuff," she smiled back, aware of where his eyes were and not at all concerned. She dressed to show herself off, she would have been upset if the suave Sales Manager hadn't looked. She knew he'd be following the line of her thighs in her slightly too tight and a little too short skirt when she turned and walked back to her desk, not to mention her firm, round ass. That was Fiona, nice body and quite comfortable inside it too.
"Thank you Fi, your heels are getting higher how on earth do you walk in them?" Ben replied with a grin, feeling old in the presence of the nineteen year old, though he was only thirty-five!
"It takes practise," she giggled, and walked out of the office with an extra swing of the hips for her admirer, revelling in the attention, her short, light brown hair swaying as she walked.
Ben didn't wonder about whether Fiona would be hot in bed, she just had to be!
He finished his coffee and refocused his thoughts, then got back into researching the company whose business he was targeting next. The morning slipped away. Kayla called in early in the afternoon, reporting on a successful contract negotiation at Emperor & Unity, and to let him know that she was heading into the office with the paperwork.
His own presentation was well underway and things seemed to be going pretty smoothly when he headed to lunch. He passed Emma in the corridor on his way out, and as usual she took his breath away with her timeless beauty and classic style of dress. It was hard to pick her age out, he thought she'd be in her forties somewhere but really didn't know. She was a classy lady, elegant he thought, and wondered if she was the archetypal 'lady in life, whore in the bedroom' type. He wouldn't mind one of those!
He went across the car park and down to the riverbank with his sandwiches and styrofoam cup of coffee, as he often did at lunchtimes when the weather was favourable. He found a bench, and sat down to quietly eat whilst pondering the thought of Sharon, his girlfriend. He really did care for her, he decided he had to try and get her to put in more effort in the bedroom. It was worth another shot.
Kayla breezed into his office during the early afternoon, waving a thick and newly signed contract at him and with a hugely satisfied grin on her pretty face. Her coppery red hair fell about her shoulders in curls and she carried her thirty-four years in the style of someone a decade younger. Her green eyes almost sparkled, her very professional trouser suit did nothing in its tailoring to hide her beautiful figure.
The contract landed on Ben's desk with a thud. "Way to go girl, good work," Ben grinned.
"Thanks Ben, I worked hard on that one."
"I know you did, and it's appreciated, believe me. Want to walk this one through Development yourself?" he asked. He knew she wanted to follow the contract through from start to finish, just to see the processes involved and further her knowledge, and to no doubt challenge for his own position one day. She'd get it too, she was damned good.
"Will that be alright Ben?" she answered, a little surprised.
"I've already cleared it with Emma, she thinks it's a good idea. You'll be covering for me for annual leave and so on, so all knowledge will be of use you. You know the company doesn't think of you as just a Rep', more of a Deputy to me?"
"Yes I know, nice to be recognised though, thanks Ben."
"You deserve it Kayla," Ben praised her, "Now get that contract into Development and make sure they do it right. It's your baby!"
"I'm on it Boss!" she laughed, grabbed the contract and headed through the door.
After his afternoon coffee, he went for a meeting with the Development guys that dragged but was necessary. There were unexpected problems with a contract that had to be resolved and quickly before the company got into a default situation, and that meant losing money. Schedules were always tight, and in the current climate they simply had to be met.
By the time he got back to his office, he was tired and ready to follow everyone else's lead and quit for the day. The envelope was on his otherwise empty desk, and it was incongruous because it was a pastel pink in colour.
He picked it up and looked at the machine printed address on it, that stated simply his name and that it was private and confidential. He tapped it against his fingers, wondering what it was about, when he heard somebody approaching and instinctively slipped it into his jacket pocket.
"I'm just leaving Ben," Emma said, her usual warm smile in place, "Good work with E&U today, that's a great contract."
"That's all down to Kayla," Ben replied.
"Oh I know she sealed it Ben," Emma went on, "But she has a good boss who's brought her on in leaps and bounds, don't underestimate the importance of that."
"Well, thanks for that Emma, hadn't thought about it like that," Ben said, slightly surprised.
"Don't stay too late Ben, good night," she smiled again, and was already turning to leave the office.
"Nite Emma," he replied, she raised her hand in a wave but didn't look back as she rounded the corner and was lost from sight.
Ben discovered the pink envelope in his jacket pocket when he got home, and tossed it onto the coffee table while he showered and changed, and cooked himself dinner. He called Sharon for a chat and cried off seeing her that night, enjoyed his meal and then settled down with a beer and the mysterious envelope.
He peeled it open and slipped out the glossy white card that it contained. Again, machine printed words, this time in bold italics, it said, 'You turn me on Sir xx.' He stared dumbly at it. The card was the size of a regular postcard. He didn't know whether to be concerned or flattered but couldn't help but smile, couldn't help but frown at the use of the word 'Sir'. He idly flipped the card over and his breath caught in the back of his throat.
Printed on the reverse, or maybe the front, was a black and white photograph that showed a woman reclining in an office chair, legs up on the desk, skirt up enough to reveal her stocking tops, and her face obscured by the computer monitor. He didn't recognise the office or the legs.
"Who the hell sent this?" he asked the empty room, his mind starting to race with possible answers, some of which he discounted, some he didn't. He sat and thought for a long time. Eventually he was left with four suspects. Gloria, Fiona and Kayla being the obvious ones, one of the guys from Development being the other, possibly prank option.
He decided that there was nothing that he could do about it. He couldn't go accusing people without some reason to suspect them and it wasn't exactly offensive material. He came back to the use of the word 'Sir' though, which by default implied that someone subservient to him was responsible.
"Or just plain Sub," he spoke out loud, "Now that would be interesting!" He chuckled, and then decided to add Sharon to his list of suspects. He had no idea how she could have got the note to his desk, but maybe she'd taken his last request for a bit of variety in the bedroom more seriously than he'd thought, and she had sounded most disappointed when he'd spoken to her earlier.
- - - - -
The following day Ben spent mostly in the field, meeting customers and dealing with concerns on ongoing contracts whilst trying to put feelers down for any new business that might be about. He didn't get to the office until nearly four in the afternoon, and it wasn't until he was striding across the car park that he remembered the note from the previous day.
When he walked into the building Fiona looked up from her desk and smiled warmly, "Hi Ben, good day?"
"Not too bad, could be better," he replied, "How's it been here?"
"Same, same," she answered, "Situation normal."
He carried on along the corridor, acknowledging various colleagues as he passed them, his mind wondering if Fiona had been any different than usual, until he reached his own office where Gloria was bending to file some papers in the low drawer of the cabinet. He hadn't seen her bend like that before at the low drawers and she was showing a fine pair of legs in the process.
"Nice le ... err, nice day Gloria," he said cheerfully, cursing his mind.
Gloria straightened up and turned to him with her usual smile, or was it somehow more than usual? More warm? "Hi Ben, Freudian slip?" she grinned.
"Yes," he smiled back at her, "I'm sorry I didn't mean .."
She cut him off, "No need, nice to get a compliment for a change, I don't get many. And yes, not a bad day at all."
"Okay," he responded, his brain searching for what he knew he should be asking, "What's happening here then?"
"Kayla saw you in the car park and is heading down for a quick catch up on E&U, and you have a review meeting with the bosses at half past," she told him.
"Right, any chance of a quick coffee then please Gloria?" he asked, recovering his usual composure at last.
"After complimenting my legs, how could I refuse?" she beamed, and went past him with a smile in the direction of the kitchen.
He went into his office and dumped his briefcase on his desk. He hadn't even made it to his chair when Kayla breezed in. Gloria came and went with his coffee, and he finished his meeting with the Rep' en route to his review meeting with Emma and Curt. By the time he got back to his office, everyone else had seemingly gone home. Deciding that anything else could keep until morning, he grabbed his briefcase and with a glance at his desk, void of pink envelopes he noted, headed back out to the car.
He had no need to call Sharon that night as Tuesdays were her girls night and she'd be out with her friends from work. He was almost relieved about that, and felt guilty for feeling that way. It was about ten when he decided to go over his notes on a promising new contract at Halshaws and opened up his briefcase, to be greeted by the sight of a disarmingly familiar pink envelope.
"How the fuck?" he said out loud, reaching for the envelope. His mind registered Kayla first and Gloria second, his case had been unattended in the office whilst he'd been with the bosses, but then that didn't exclude Fiona or some other prankster either.
He peeled open the envelope and read the message, which said, 'I am so wet for you Sir xx'. He turned it over. The black and white image was of the same woman at the same desk, but taken from the side of the desk rather than in front. She had one leg on the desk, the other on the cabinet to the side of her. Her legs were spread wide, clad in black stockings and heels. Her right hand was between her legs and her left was holding a manilla file that obscured her face completely. He still didn't recognise the office, or the legs, or the smooth shaved pussy, but then it needn't be a picture of the sender, more an illustration of the sender's thoughts.
Looking at the picture brought an uncomfortable swelling to his groin that he couldn't help. He flipped it back over and reread the message. His mind shifted into overdrive, but he still couldn't narrow it down to a particular person, and so he was still powerless to act.
He didn't sleep well that night, aroused and confused by the notes and their accompanying images, and the thoughts that they were invoking in him. He didn't want this to be a practical joke from some nut in Development. He wanted it to be for real. When he did sleep, the images came to life in his dreams, the unidentified woman teasing him with her playful masturbation and running commentary whilst remaining out of reach.
- - - - -
The following morning he showered and was dressed even earlier than normal, and feeling the effects of his restless night. He took an unexpected call from Sharon, confirming that he would go to her place that evening which he did. Then he headed out to work, his mind trying to solve the as yet unsolvable riddle that he had been set by person or persons unknown.
Fiona's outfit of choice for the day was impossibly revealing when she appeared with the post. Gloria arrived late wearing a shorter than usual skirt and higher than usual heels. Kayla had even switched her usual trouser suit to a tight pencil skirt and jacket that really showed off her figure to full effect.
Ben's mind was in a whirl. He dealt with business steadily all morning only half concentrating, and having to go over the same stuff repeatedly because of it, which made him even more frustrated. By lunchtime he was tired and irritable and was grateful to take his lunch down by the river where he tried to get a handle on things.
Gloria's sudden preference for shorter skirts and higher heels could just have been brought on by his accidental compliment of the previous day, and mean nothing more than that. Kayla was having extended office time so was probably just glad to get into a skirt for a change and Fiona, well Fiona was just Fiona, he reasoned with himself. That left him with Sharon or a prankster. He didn't think Sharon knew anyone at his office, but it was possible she could have got some help to deliver the notes, however unlikely that seemed. The prankster option seemed the most logical.
By the time he returned to his desk he had composed himself and the afternoon went much more smoothly than the morning had. He found time to compliment Gloria again, just in case it was her, and even told Kayla that it was nice to see her in something other than, admittedly beautifully tailored, trousers. He also took a long, unashamed look at Fiona's many assets which he made sure she noticed just for good measure. He reasoned that even if it wasn't any of them behind the notes, he had done no harm making them all feel a little better about themselves.
He locked the car outside his home and let himself in, placing his briefcase in its usual spot on the side table and closing the door behind him. He reached into the mail box and fished out his mail. Three bills and a pink envelope!
The adrenalin hit him hard. His heart started to race and he became quite breathless, and his cock swelled up quite of its own accord. He took the envelope into the kitchen and took a drink of water, then with a supreme effort he tried to calm himself enough to open the note.
'I want you to use me Sir xx' it read. His hands trembled as he turned over the card. The photograph was of the same woman, same desk but from another different angle. She still had the stockings and heels on, but nothing else. She was bent over the desk this time, one knee resting on its surface. Her hands were bound behind her back with what appeared to be her bra. A muscular guy was standing behind her obviously fucking her. He still couldn't see her face, though her hair was long, but being a black and white photo he realised that she could have dark blond, light brown or even red hair, he couldn't tell. It could even be a wig.
Once again his mind went to work. The note had been delivered by hand today after he'd left for work. Or had it? It could have been delivered in the night he wouldn't have checked his mailbox in the morning! Gloria had been late, unusual for her, but they all knew where he lived. Dammit he still knew nothing!
He showered and calmed down, then looked at three notes side by side. It was obvious from the latest one that the 'Sir' was being used in a submissive way, that someone was telling him that they wanted him to dominate them. Then he thought of the irony of it, a Sub letting a guy know that she wanted a Dom? He chuckled, well maybe the power was that way in these relationships, if you looked under the surface. He'd never considered it before, and the thought interested him.
The ringing of the telephone cut his thinking short. It was Sharon. "You want to eat with me tonight Ben? I can cook for both of us."
"Yes sure," he replied, "It'll save me cooking. I'm about ready so I'll throw on my shoes and head right over."
"Great, I want you see."
"What did you say?" he asked suddenly, a note of authority in his voice that scared her a little.
"I said 'I want you see'," she repeated.
"Oh, sorry I thought you said 'Sir'," he continued.
"Sir? Why would I call you Sir you nutcase?" she giggled.
"Well you might, if you were feeling a little submissive," he chuckled.
"Oh I get it, another one of your ideas to 'bring some variety' to our sex life is it?" she laughed, "There's nothing wrong with it the way it is, but I'll play if you're going to get all masterful on me." She was giggling now.
"Alright then Shaz, I'm on my way," he told her, and hung up. He smiled, felt a twin sensation of relief and excitement, then went for his shoes and his car keys.
She let him in and pressed him against the wall in the hallway, and kissed him deep and hard. He could taste the wine on her. He slipped his arms around her back and kissed her just as hard. They both broke off gasping.
"Dinner will be delayed," she finally said, adding with a giggle "Sir!"
"Good. Take your clothes off," he told her, guiding her into the dining room.
"Ooooh, you are bossy," she answered, but began to undo her blouse seductively and let it slip from her shoulders to the floor. Her skirt followed. Her bra followed that. Her knickers were last.
"Leave the rest on," he instructed.
"As you wish," she answered playfully, standing before him, legs parted. Ben was seeing her in a new light now, not only a stunning body with all the right curves, but suddenly the adventurous lover that he'd always wanted.
"As you wish what?" he asked her sternly.
"Sir! As you wish Sir," she giggled.
He moved a chair away from the table and bent her over it, one knee raised to its surface just like the last picture. He flung off his clothes, his cock achingly hard and throbbing.
He dropped to his knees behind her and caressed her beautiful legs from slender ankle to hot thigh, his breath on her pussy all the while he did so, and he took his time, enjoying the sheer feel of the taut nylon on her shapely legs. He stood, bringing her bra with him from the floor and he dropped it beside her on the tabletop before sliding his hand over her lovely ass and down between her legs, into the wet heat of her sex.
"Oh you want me don't you?" he asked.
"I've been horny all day Ben, told you on the phone I wanted you," she answered.
The sound of his hand slapping hard on her ass cheek preceded her shocked cry of pain, and his harsh words. "That's not how you will address me," he told her.
Sharon reeled from the slap and the tone of his voice, and her alcohol muddled mind did the only thing it could, it made her say, "I'm sorry Sir." Her own words shocked her as much as the slap had, but then his fingers were back between her legs, gently probing, and she was so damned horny, and she knew that this man knew how to make her cum so good.
She didn't resist when he pulled her arms behind her back and bound her wrists with something, she rested her head on the smooth table, her need now overcoming all other instincts.
Ben thrust into her viciously from behind, lifting her standing foot onto tiptoe as he did so, ramming the whole length of his generously proportioned cock into her in one hard stab. She cried out, her brain registering pain and shock, her body registering pleasure that over-rode it as he started to fuck her hard and fast. He reached around and squeezed her tight nipple between thumb and finger, causing her to cry out again, the fog in her mind clearing enough now to register only the pain of it, but the savage fucking he was giving her was doing all that she needed it to, taking her towards her release and once more the need won out.
"You like being fucked like a slut?" he asked her breathlessly, slamming himself into her.
When she didn't answer, he yanked on her hair. "Answer me!"
Her mind didn't answer, her body did. She started to twitch with that tell tale sign of approaching orgasm, needed it badly, she mumbled out, "Yes."
The stinging slap to her ass sent shivers through her, "Yes Sir!" she called out.
"Yes Sir what?" he demanded.
"I like it Sir," she told him, as her nerves and senses charged up to capacity, ready for release. He stopped dead, his cock buried to the hilt in her soaking cunt.
"You like what?" he said, "Say it!"
Her mind reeled. She needed release, it was so close, she was right on the edge. "I like being fucked like a slut, Sir!" she choked out the words.
He resumed his frenzied fucking, she plunged over the edge and he fucked her right through one shocking climax straight into another, until he pulled out and with a quick side step sprayed his cum onto her face, gasping as he did so, until he stood trembling and quite shocked at himself.
She tried to stand, weakly, but her bonds hindered her. Ben quickly released her wrists from her bra and helped her up. She turned towards him and spat in his face vehemently.
"Get your things and get the fuck out of my life you bastard!" she hissed.
"What? But you sent me those notes, you told me you wanted to play, and you came, I know you came, and more than once!" Ben was shocked and confused. Her spittle ran over his cheek, his sperm was running down her neck. They faced each other angrily.
"I don't know anything about any notes," she said, her eyes ablaze with anger and humiliation, "But yes I said I'd play, so I'll take my share of the blame for that, and yes I did cum, twice you arrogant bastard, but that doesn't mean I enjoyed being bound and treated like a whore!"
"But.."
"Get out Ben, I don't ever want to see you again!"
"I would never have treated you like that if I hadn't thought..." he began again.
"No, I don't think you would," she responded, her anger receding, "Which is why I'm not calling the police. I gave you the wrong idea, but if you're capable of acting like that I don't want you any more. Sir!"
She walked from the room and stomped up the stairs. Ben got dressed, his mind once more in turmoil. He went upstairs quietly, found her sobbing on the bed.
"I'm so sorry Shaz," he said softly.
"So am I Ben, sorry that I had too much to drink before you got here, sorry that I agreed to play your sick little game, sorry that I ever met you. Get out and stay away Ben, just stay away from me."
"I really am sorry," he said softly, deflated. She didn't reply, and he quietly left.
He drove home without any real awareness of driving, pulled into his drive and sat there, engine running and lights blazing against his front door. It took him a while to see it, a while longer to recognise and register what it was. A pink envelope was caught on the flap of his mailbox.
In stunned silence, he shut the car down and got out, locking it behind him. He retrieved the envelope from where it had snagged on the flap of the mailbox, absolutely certain that it hadn't been there when he'd got home from work, so whoever it was, had delivered their second note of the day after he'd gone to Sharon's.
He walked through to the kitchen and poured himself a generous shot of vodka, downed it, and refilled the glass. He then opened the pink envelope.
'Make me your slut Sir xx' this one said. He turned it over. The same woman in the stockings and heels was in the same office and was this time kneeling in the middle of the floor, riding a hard cock that she was straddling whilst sucking another, and there were several more waiting for her. She was blindfolded, her face once more turned away from the camera.
He downed the second shot and refilled the glass again, his conflicting feelings rising as certainly as his cock. He had tasted the power now, and wanted more, but was he just being manipulated into this, and if so who had the power really? Who had the power over him?
He drank a lot of vodka, did a lot of thinking and got nowhere, other than to remove Sharon from his suspect list. Poor Sharon. He eventually passed out on the settee, his mind alive with his own images from the last note, images that pleased him, things he wanted to do.
- - - - -
Thursday dawned and he was awake before it, his dominating dreams of the previous night very fresh and real in his mind, his recent experience with Sharon just an appetiser, just a prelude for what he wanted now. Maddeningly though, he couldn't have it unless someone allowed it, and the someone who seemed to be offering it wasn't telling who they were. Yet.
With images from the most recent note in his mind he had masturbated himself to a trembling orgasm in the shower, then composed himself for the day ahead. He needed another note now, they were like a drug and he needed his fix.
He got to work earlier than usual, only one car in the car park before him. Emma's. He'd never considered her as a possible originator for the notes and he did so briefly. The power that she had on a daily basis and the control that she had over so many employees would surely point to her being a dominatrix if anything rather than a Sub he thought, but then the irony struck him again. She had the power to give power, that was for sure, but he just couldn't reconcile it in his head that it could be her, and he dismissed it.
He went to his office and sat down at his desk, switching on his computer. He opened the drawer of his desk to reach for the file he needed, and found another pink envelope there, sitting atop the file.
He checked his watch. It was still early, only Emma's car was in the car park. He opened the envelope and read the message which said, 'Your slut needs your instructions and discipline Sir xx'.
Turning over the card, he saw the same woman again, dressed the same but alone now, kneeling straight backed but head bowed on the floor of the office. Her back was streaked with red stripes from her shoulders to her ass cheeks. Again, she was facing away from the camera.
He put the card in the envelope and into his briefcase, tried to control his surging emotions. He tried to understand why the image of a beautiful body lashed by a whip aroused him so strongly, knowing that it wouldn't have done at all a week ago. He wondered what the hell was happening to him, but knew that he was powerless to resist it, whatever it was, powerless to resist power to wield. For a moment he thought he was going insane.
Staff arrived in their usual manner, Gloria brought him his coffee with her cheery smile and ever shortening skirts.
"Looking good again this morning Gloria," he told her confidently, "You really have got lovely legs y'know."
"Thank you Ben," she preened.
"Have I got a meeting with Emma this morning?" he enquired.
"Definitely not, she's at that conference with her brother, they set off together after work yesterday," she answered.
"Of course I forgot," he said, "Don't know what I was thinking! It was her car being out there that made me wonder."
"That'll be it, she left it here last night, they went in Curt's car. She's not back until either very late today or maybe the morning," Gloria confirmed.
"Ok, I'm a little fuzzy this morning Gloria, who am I seeing today anyone?" he asked.
"Your diary's clear for today all day Ben, you wanted me to keep it free so that you could work on the bid for Astral," she answered, "Are you feeling alright?"
"Yes fine, just a little tired. I've been putting the hours in this week and it's catching up with me I think. Right then, the Astral bid it is," he smiled at her and she left the office to go about her own work.
Fiona brought the confidential mail, wearing her usual exhibitionist outfit which he duly admired. Kayla was back on the road somewhere up country so he wasn't expecting to see her until late, if at all.
He rang Sharon half way through the morning. She'd called in sick at work so he rang her home number. They had a brief conversation, he apologised, she said she understood and once again accepted her share of the blame. They parted company, permanently, but at least not shouting at each other.
He took his lunch by the river, took longer than usual and went back to complete the Astral bid afterwards. By three he was done. He made some calls, checked with Development that all was progressing on schedule with the current contracts and was on his way home by four, much to the surprise of Gloria, but with her undoubted approval.
There was another pink envelope waiting for him at home. The note inside read 'You will know who your slut is soon Sir xx'. On the other side there was no picture, but a further message that read, 'When you do, ask no questions, use me as it pleases you, I am willing to serve in any and every way you require Sir. If you wish to proceed, call this number and simply say 'yes' and if you don't, say 'no' Sir xx'
There was a mobile number, no doubt untraceable. He made the call, said the word 'Yes' loud and clear and hung up. He then put all six notes together in their envelopes into a drawer in the lounge, and settled down for another anxious, bizarre night. He would have no peace until he had her, he knew, and maybe not after that either, but he would take the power that he was being given in the knowledge that she wanted him to, wanted him to use her, treat her like a slut and punish her misdeeds, wanted him to have that power over her, until she decided to take it away. Ultimately, the power was hers, he was just the chosen tool of delivery for now for what she wanted, the key being that she did want it.
- - - - -
He arrived later than normal for work, after a surprisingly peaceful and refreshing night's sleep, knowing that the die was cast, that today he would know whether it was real or a prank. Either way, he had learned a great deal about himself on this little journey. Whether it ended in the humiliation of the prank, or the secret world of a mysterious new lover he would soon know.
It was an unremarkable day in the office, he saw all of his suspects at some point and got a lot of work done, including setting up Kayla to present the Astral bid the following week. His desk was clear by four, and being a Friday, the office ground to a halt shortly after. He was away himself by half past.
Once home he showered and changed before collecting his mail from the mailbox, dumping the usual stuff on the sideboard and taking only the now familiar and exciting pink envelope to the settee upon which he sat. His hands were shaking, he struggled with the envelope, but eventually slid the glossy card from inside.
'Your slut is now yours to command Sir xx', it read, and on the reverse was, 'You will find me at 93 Riverside Drive, the door will be open at 7pm Sir xx'
He looked at his watch, placed the final card with the others and left the house. He knew the street, but the address wasn't a familiar one to him. It was a smart neighbourhood, the houses backed onto the river upstream from town and faced an unspoilt woodland. Surprisingly prices were quite low, as it was a long way out of town and impossible to get to without your own car, or
He turned onto the drive just before seven and found the house in a quiet cul de sac at the bend of the river, which enabled it to sit quite separately from the other properties and was privately screened by trees. He pulled his car onto a long driveway that threaded between the trees and came to a halt by the closed garage door of a smart looking bungalow.
He stepped out, and listened. There were birds singing somewhere and he could hear the gentle swishing of the river in the distance. It was certainly a peaceful place, somewhat at odds with the reason that had brought him here.
He walked to the door and opened it. Closing it behind him he turned the key in the lock and turned to look around. An office was off to his right, quite a familiar one now to him, but she wasn't there, she or the prankster anyway. He checked all the rooms, until only the door to the basement remained.
He opened it and took the narrow wooden steps carefully. At the bottom he found himself standing on a thick red carpet. There was a swing in one corner, and not the garden variety, and there were all manner of rigs clearly designed to have someone tied to them, either standing, bending or laying flat. There were racks of toys, whips, paddles and a variety of restraints along one wall, a cinema area opposite that. It was warm and luxurious, decadent.
At the end of room sat on a majestic leather sofa was a woman, wearing only stockings and heels, her legs spread lewdly, head bowed, face obscured by long blond hair. He approached her quietly, at a loss as to what to say.
He stopped and looked at her for a long time. She had such a beautiful body. He grew very hard admiring her.
"Show your face Slut," he commanded.
The woman raised her chin slowly, her blond hair cascading around her shoulders as it slid from her face. Blue eyes met his briefly, her classically beautiful face now revealed to him. Emma, in a blond wig, but Emma nonetheless.
"What will you have me do for you Sir?" she asked him meekly, the powerful all controlling business executive reduced at her own desire to nothing more than a fuck slut. She would boss him by day, he would boss her by night, but the power was always with her, either way, as it always had been. She was only lending it to him.
"Undress me, kneel before me and suck my cock. Make it good Slut, and I will cum in your mouth. Make it very good and I may even allow you some pleasure too," he ordered.
"Yes Sir, thank you Sir," she said, rising to her feet to begin undressing him.
Ben hoped he could please her enough to keep the arrangement intact for a while, and the irony of the thought struck him just as her mouth surrounded his cock, and he didn't really care much about the rights or wrongs of it, or who held the power after that.
