Temptation Ch. 02

Temptation (Ch. 02)

soppingwetpanties

This story can be read by itself, though Chapter One will give you more context.

This is one of WN's fantasies dealing with female body worship, a noble calling.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.

Chapter Two

Arthur Cranston was jarred awake at 5:30 a. m. by the incessant ringing of his old fashioned wind-up alarm clock. Ordinarily surly at that time in the morning Arthur woke up refreshed... and happy. He wanted nothing more than to go to work.

You might think Arthur was just another middle aged divorced working stiff who had nothing more in life than his job. And if you made that observation two days ago you would have been right. But he had a different reason he wanted so badly to get to work. So badly it hurt.

The previous day started out like all the others: budget meetings in windowless conference rooms, bad coffee, meaningless reports and all manner of corporate bullshit. All that changed during lunchtime when the building's management conducted a routine fire drill. While Arthur was outside sharing his gourmet sandwiches with comely young blonde Trish Cooper in the park adjacent to his office, his HR Manager, Liliana Perez, a buxom Latino firecracker, was snooping in his office, finding and downloading his secret stash of porn from his personal laptop onto a thumb drive. Ultimately IT Director Valerie Kingsley came into possession of the lurid content, all of which revolved around submission and female body worship.

Though Arthur appeared to be a regular guy and acted like one, he wasn't. Regular guys didn't want to be dominated by a woman and made to worship her body. Arthur wanted to, but was never given the opportunity to do so -- not by his ex-wife or his half a dozen ex-girlfriends. The first time was the previous day when Valerie Kingsley rewarded him by sitting on his face so he could worship her ass while Liliana sucked him off and then let him eat his cum out of her overflowing snatch. It was without a doubt the best day of his adult life.

There was a small price to pay. Valerie extracted Arthur's promise not to seek a promotion to Director of North American operations for Lumière Paris, a French women's cosmetics and skin care company, a position Valerie also coveted. It was Arthur's long-term goal to achieve that lofty title, but the prospect of worshipping both Valerie and Liliana's bodies was too enticing to refuse - not when he spent every moment of his free time fantasizing about doing exactly that. He never fantasized about going to work.

Arthur woke up with an erection. He often did, but this one was different. He'd been up for ten minutes brushing his teeth and then making coffee and his boner got harder, not softer. He couldn't get Valerie's face and body out of his mind. She was just the kind of Domme he dreamed about. Beautiful, cold, calculating to the point of manipulative, with a streak of nasty and cruel thrown in for good measure. Her beauty included thick dark and shiny hair, a wonderful soft rounded ass and the full rounded breasts of a mature woman.

He didn't care she was a lesbian. His fantasies never included intercourse with his Domme. He wasn't worthy of that. His reward was touching her, tasting her and licking her. He wanted to serve her in whatever manner she demanded. That got him off.

Arthur stepped into the shower and the hot water made him glow. His morning shower usually felt good but this morning it felt great, but his erection was starting to hurt because he'd been hard so long. He recalled Mistress Valerie telling him something about not touching himself but he didn't think she was serious about it. What harm would come from a quick jerk-off and yielding to this innocuous temptation? Arthur started thinking about Valerie's sweet, sweet ass. The brown circle of anal pleasure. His hand started moving slowly as he replayed the scene in his office the previous day, his tongue finally touching her tantalizing pucker, swirling around the rim and pushing inside, feeling her asshole clench as he pleasured her. It was the first time he'd been allowed to worship a woman's asshole until he was satiated. Then Liliana, his manager and go to person, a woman whose breasts he worshipped from afar every day at work. Liliana's tits were the shape of small cantaloupes, barely contained by her tight fitting tops. She titty fucked him and then let him cum in her mouth. Arthur visualized sucking on her long thick nipples as his hand went faster.

Valerie's domination of Arthur started when she and Liliana came into his office, purportedly to show him who had stolen the porn off of his personal laptop. While Valerie was exposing Liliana's duplicity, she showed Arthur one of his favorite videos -- Office Submission: New Conquest - Brianna dominates her male boss. There was no doubt as to Arthur's kink, and Valerie's threat to expose him to the rest of the office if he didn't withdraw his request for promotion sounded and felt like blackmail. But was it blackmail when Arthur was coerced to do the exact thing he'd wanted to do for his entire adult life?

The humiliation of Valerie and Liliana knowing his dirty secret and threatening to expose him made Arthur ashamed, terrified, and then wildly excited. When Valerie sat her sweet ass on his face and Liliana put her juicy fat lips around his cock he thought he'd gone to heaven. The thought of being dominated by two beautiful women made Arthur's hand a blur as he stuck his face inches from the shower head, the hot water beating against his face as he brought himself off, splashing his cum against the tiled wall in successive spurts until he was spent, physically and emotionally. Arthur's knees felt weak so he used his hand to brace himself against the wall until he recovered. He watched his cum run down the tiled shower wall and join fine streams of water meandering into the drain. He wondered if it was an allegory for his life, flowing along until it suddenly dropped into a black hole - the dark spot in Arthur's soul.

Life was about to take a different, and better, direction for Arthur Cranston.

* * *

Arthur arrived at his designated parking space, D-17 in the West Lot. His white Honda Civic was lost among the sea of family sedans parked in an upscale suburban office complex in Parsippany, New Jersey. He made his usual stroll past recently staked up maples, dodging puddles on the sidewalk made by the lawn's sprinklers. There was still a chill in the air that made Arthur's cheeks red.

The expansive glass walled entrance to the lobby was the building's most impressive feature. Arthur went in beaming, the sunshine highlighting his salt and pepper hair, and his clean shaven face still holding the angles of his younger years. He chose his best navy blue suit, a French cuffed shirt and polished black wingtip shoes. He looked and felt like he was twenty years younger.

"Looking good Mr. Cranston," said Elrod, the building manager, an African-American man with distinguished white hair, who was greeting building residents as they entered the building.

"And a good morning to you," Arthur said, pushing the call button for the elevator. It was the first time in forever that he actually was happy to be in the office.

Arthur got into the elevator and was about to push the button for "5," his floor, but temptation got the best of him. Even though Mistress Valerie had him under his thumb, his infatuation with Trish Cooper, a young blonde ingenue he hired off the campus of Columbia University as a junior sales associate, inspired him to push "4" for her floor and pay her an unplanned visit. Ordinarily Arthur would have had second thoughts and passed on his visit to Trish, fearing rejection, but on this day Arthur felt at the top of the world, and that feeling overcame his natural shyness.

Trish was no ordinary college co-ed. She was strikingly beautiful, the kind of woman who effortlessly turned heads. She had long, flowing natural blonde hair with gentle curls, the perfect shade between honey and platinum. Her features were delicate, yet captivating - high cheekbones, full lips, bright intelligent baby blue eyes that gleamed with charm - and ambition. She was tall, almost as tall as Arthur, with the long sinewy legs of a cross-country runner. Those legs looked spectacular in heels, and on the day Arthur decided to pay her a visit she was wearing her favorite Jimmy Choos.

The elevator stopped at the fourth floor, the floor containing advertising and sales. The department was almost exclusively women, and in a sea of well-dressed women in full make-up, Trish still stood out. Arthur eyed her as he walked down the hallway towards her office. Trish was wearing a sleek, semi-sheer ivory silk blouse that was unbuttoned enough for Arthur to peek at her expensive lace bra, the outline of which was evident through the blouse. She was wearing a stunning diamond choker, a slender band of platinum encrusted with a row of meticulously set, brilliant round cut diamonds that shimmered with every move of her neck.

She was holding a cup of coffee and in deep conversation with Melissa Morales, a thirty-eight year old woman who had been with the company for a decade and was now department head. Trish had learned most of what she knew about sales from Melissa.

Where Trish brought the glamour and youthful enthusiasm, Melissa exuded a grounded, confident sophistication. She had shoulder length dark brown hair with subtle caramel highlights, usually styled in sleek waves or in a practical bun. Her complexion was warm and olive-toned, with expressive dark eyes that reflected her inner strength. Melissa was well respected, not only by Arthur, but by the entire sales team, for her work ethic and ability to close the big deals.

There was an underlying tension between Trish and Melissa. Melissa was the leader of the old guard. She represented leadership earned by putting in the time as well as posting superior results. Trish was only in her third year, yet had already surpassed Melissa's sales numbers and set a record for a junior sales associate. There was an unspoken truth in the department that someday Trish would be sitting in Melissa's chair.

"Hey guys!" Arthur said cheerily. He had a schoolboy crush on Trish and a mountain of respect for Melissa.

The women turned their heads to greet him.

"Good to see you Arthur," Melissa said. "We don't usually see you on our floor."

Arthur chuckled nervously as Melissa looked over to see Trish's reaction to Arthur's appearance. Melissa was in the business of reading body language and Trish's said that she was interested in him. Arthur was terrible at reading body language and had no idea that Trish was interested in him. He thought that she was the unattainable blonde, though he treasured every moment he was in her presence, even though he knew nothing would come of it.

"Just here to drop off a recipe for Trish," Arthur said.

Melissa knew what was up. She'd seen many a man (and woman) make a play for Trish. She would have enjoyed seeing Arthur making his play, only to crash and burn, but was too busy to watch.

"I've got work to do. I'll let the two of you talk," she said, waving her hand and leaving.

"Why don't we go to my cube?" Trish asked.

Arthur followed her into a maze of office cubes, arriving at 432 South, her assigned spot, the official site of her cog in the corporate wheel. There was a plain desk and two office chairs and room enough for two large file cabinets. There were people working and talking on their phones all around them. It was the exact opposite of the last time they met, which was in the park adjacent to the office, where they shared a private lunch together on a picnic table shaded by a mature maple tree. Now they were in the belly of corporate hell.

Arthur sat down in the guest chair and reached into his briefcase to retrieve the recipe for the lobster brioche sandwich he gave to her at their lunch (that she loved).

"For you," he croaked, handing it to her. It was the only two words he managed to get out of his mouth. He was tongue tied. Arthur's eyes were naturally drawn to a glimmering diamond choker around Trish's neck. Trish let them dwell there, and then at her breasts, while he recovered his voice.

"Thank you," Trish said, unfolding the paper. She scanned the page quickly.

"Ooooh. It's the recipe for that wonderful lobster brioche sandwich you gave to me yesterday. Thank you again!"

She leaned over and kissed Arthur on the cheek. Arthur put his hands in his lap to cover his growing erection.

"Arthur. I was going to stop by your office to thank you but you beat me to the punch."

Arthur's jaw relaxed enough for him to speak. "It's easy to make," he said. It was the only thing he could think of.

Trish leaned over to get a coaster out of her desk drawer and her hand "accidentally" brushed against Arthur's leg, sending an electric charge through his body. It was the first time Trish had touched Arthur, other than an innocent peck on the cheek.

"I've got something for you too," she said, putting her coffee on the coaster.

"You do?" Arthur asked, surprised.

"Uh huh. I've got a cooking group I belong to. About eight people on any given night. We trade recipes and critique them after we make them. I'm hosting our group tonight. I was hoping you could come to my house and help me make the dinner. I know it's last minute, but after you gave me that yummy sandwich I thought you'd be a perfect addition to our group."

Trish looked at him expectantly with her seductive baby blue eyes.

Arthur's lips almost said "yes," but he stopped himself. Mistress Valerie had commanded his presence that night at 7 p. m. sharp, at her home. There was absolutely no fucking way he could break that date. He didn't want to even contemplate what Mistress would do if he told her he blew her off to attend a cooking group. Mistress possessed his entire collection of porn and as head of IT could end his career in less than a New York minute. This should have been a great moment for Arthur but he felt nothing but abject fear. How was he going to tell Trish "no?" Arthur was aware of the many folk who had flamed out in Trish's presence. To turn down this incredible invitation was death to his hopes with Trish.

"Well?" Trish asked.

"I... I can't," Arthur stammered.

Trish sounded disappointed. "You can't?"

Arthur knew that Trish would expect some sort of explanation. One didn't turn down Trish Cooper without a pretty good fucking reason.

Arthur's lips moved as his brain was formulating the lie.

"I promised a friend of mine that I'd visit his sick mother."

Trish gave him a skeptical look after his bullshit excuse. She swiveled in her chair so she was facing him. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and black stiletto heels. She uncrossed and then crossed her legs, exposing herself. Arthur thought he saw a flash of her vagina. Arthur almost came in his pants.

"Oh. I thought maybe you didn't like me. Or like me enough to come to my house," Trish said, giving him a pouty look.

"No. No. It's not that Trish. Honest," Arthur protested.

"So you're being honest with me?"

Arthur was cornered. He had nowhere to run. He couldn't admit he just lied.

"Yes," he said, though rather unconvincingly. Arthur wasn't a good liar. His ex-wife could vouch for that.

Trish sighed. "All right. Maybe some other time."

She turned her head away to look at her computer. Even clueless Arthur could tell he was being summarily dismissed. His bright sunny day suddenly turned dark.

* * *

What a couple days of highs and lows. Arthur finally got to experience the blissful joy of submission, with his tongue up Mistress Valerie's ass and Liliana's tits wrapped around his cock. Then being rejected by Trish Cooper after telling her an embarrassing lie that was tantamount to "my dog ate my homework." Arthur dragged his defeated ass back to his office. He needed his job, and even though he didn't give a shit about it, he still needed the money. He ground through a series of reports he was late on and counted the hours, and then the minutes, until he could leave for Mistress Valerie's house.

* * *

Arthur got antsy and decided to go home early. With his new perspective on life he found work to be boring and irrelevant. He popped a beer when he got home and instead of doing the laundry - - Wednesday was laundry day - - he streamed porn onto his big screen. There, larger than life, Arthur watched a series of lesbian themed videos. He was always turned on by girl on girl sex, and the prospect of Mistress Valerie and her slut having sex in front of him was a dream too good to be true. He wondered what her slut looked like. Was she a blonde? Was she pretty? Was she young? He imagined the women in the videos were Valerie's slut and that he would be given the opportunity to worship both of them. It made him hard thinking about being the bottom bitch for Mistress Valerie and her slut.

Fuck it. He decided to whack off. He'd already disobeyed Mistress Valerie so he was already going to suffer whatever punishment she decided to mete out. He sat down in his favorite brown leather easy chair and turned off the porn playing in the background. He closed his eyes and reflected on the past day. He started stroking himself as he thought of Mistress Valerie, a harsh mistress to be sure, but also a more than worthy object of female worship. He was in love with her big brown nubby nipples and got an up close and personal view of her asshole while her ass was perched on his face. His hand moved faster as he could hear her giving him permission to worship each of the beautiful, rounded globes of a mature woman. Sucking on and raking her rock hard nipples between his teeth. Making her moan with pleasure.

He was already getting close. He usually didn't masturbate this often but then again his sex life was never like this. He wanted it to last but then he remembered Mistress Valerie offering up her sweet asshole for plunder with his tongue. Reaching up and fondling her breasts while his tongue snaked up her ass. Feeling her anus constrict around his tongue as he wiggled it inside her.

He grunted. The first spurt of cum splashed against his chin. The rest dribbled out, creating a large puddle that pooled in his belly button. It felt so fucking good. He luxuriated in the aftermath of his orgasm, and then the long period of contentment that followed. His eyes got heavy and he eased into a restful slumber, the best sleep he'd had in months.

* * *

Arthur's cell phone buzzed angrily on his coffee table, waking him from his unplanned catnap. He blinked his eyes to jar himself awake and then picked up the phone. It was Mistress Valerie.

"Where the fuck are you?" she asked in a way that told Arthur he was in extremely deep shit.

"I'm home," he said sleepily. His eyes opened wide and a chill went down his spine when he saw it was already 7:01 p. m.

"What were you doing to make yourself late? It better be good."

Arthur was trapped. He had no good excuse so he was forced to tell the truth.

"I was masturbating and then fell asleep."

Arthur's skin started to crawl during the disquieting silence following his astonishing admission.

Mistress Valerie spoke precisely and authoritatively, as was her style.

"I'm disappointed in you Arthur. Very disappointed. You obviously don't understand what it means for me to own you. Let me be clear. I own your body and your mind. That includes your orgasms and every waking thought - they all belong to me. All of it. There is no fucking 'you' in that equation."

"Of course," Arthur said. "I'm so sorry."

"Sorry?" Mistress Valerie practically shouted, on the brink of losing her famed composure. "You have no idea what sorry is."

"I'll be over in fifteen minutes," Arthur said, pulling on his pants in a panic. He should have been in fear of Mistress Valerie's reprisal but his raging hard on told him otherwise.

* * *

Valerie lived west of Parsippany in Mendham Township. It was a part of town Arthur rarely visited, with large estates and a rural, yet upscale feel. He drove his late model BMW M5 as quickly as he felt comfortable, his heart racing and contemplating what Mistress Valerie was going to do to him. There was no question that he'd accept whatever punishment she chose -- he'd fucked up plain and simple. He was already thinking about what kind of kinky sex would happen after he accepted his punishment. That's what made all of the pain and humiliation worth it.

His GPS took him to a striking steel and glass structure accented with laminated beams and stained wood siding that reflected Mistress Valerie's persona - bold, modern, sleek and uncompromising. The lights were on inside and Arthur could see the silhouettes of two people in the expansive kitchen as he pulled up in front of three identical sets of double wide wooden carriage doors fronting a six car garage. He wondered how Mistress Valerie could afford such a magnificent house. He chose to park on the far side of the driveway and walk further so as not to block the entrance to her garage, not wanting to offend her any more than he already had. He took each step towards the front door assuring himself that this was what he wanted and suppressing doubts that were creeping into his mind about whether he was nuts to go through with this.

He arrived at the conclusion that he was indeed crazy to submit to a Domme who was a senior executive and a peer in his company but then decided that everyone has some kind of crazy in them (the usuals being skydiving and free climbing) so who were they to judge him and who was he to judge anyone else? His dilemma resolved, he walked up stairs made of solid gray granite blocks to a tall clear glass door. He rang the bell and stood there and waited until he heard a female voice calling from inside.

"Come in, it's unlocked."

Arthur took a deep breath and pulled on the door's handle, having to put his full weight into opening it. He admired the tasteful modern furnishings in the adjoining living room to his left featuring a sleek Italian leather sofa in a muted earth tone and a marble-topped coffee table and the custom-built ebony desk with a polished chrome frame that dominated the study to his right. There were colorful pieces of modern art lining the hallway back to the kitchen. The kitchen was all gleaming in a pure white -- counters, painted cabinets and appliances, and the brightness made him squint to adjust. When his eyes focused he did a double take.

Sitting in front of him, larger than life, was Trish Cooper.

She was sitting pretty on a barstool with her legs crossed daintily at the ankles. She was sipping a white rum piña colada from a tall curvy hurricane glass. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail that cascaded over the sculpted lines of her shoulder blades. Her dazzling diamond choker twinkled in the bright kitchen light. She was wearing a clingy white halter top that hugged the contours of her breasts with an almost completely open back and a miniskirt that sat low on her hips, highlighting her curves and long legs. Needless to say, the halter top and miniskirt left little to the imagination.

She looked as sexy as fuck.

Arthur acted as if he was slapped on the face, stunned.

"What... what... what are you doing here?" he asked, fighting a stutter. Arthur stuttered when he was flustered. Wasn't Trish supposed to be at her supper club?

Mistress Valerie came out from the dining area and stood behind Trish, putting her hands around the comely blonde's narrow waist.

"Why she lives here, of course."

Arthur tried to get his head wrapped around what he'd just seen and heard. Trish Cooper was Valerie's live-in slut? Then what happened in the office with Trish only a few hours earlier? Arthur had to collect himself, bewildered and not knowing quite what to say.

"Aren't you going to say hi?" Trish asked him in her sweet and innocent voice.

"Hi," Arthur finally responded. "So you... so you..."

"Are my slut," said Mistress Valerie, jumping in to complete Arthur's sentence.

Mistress Valerie turned her cat-like eyes to Arthur. "So welcome to my home."

* * *

Arthur watched as Mistress Valerie went through one of the larger kitchen drawers, sifting though well-loved dog toys and collars before finding one that suited her.

"Here, put this on," she said to Arthur, handing him a scuffed leather dog collar.

Arthur took the collar, which stank of sweat, piss and cum, and fastened it around his neck. The pungent smell reminded him of his younger days in seedy peep shows in the back of adult book stores where he first discovered his taste for submission. The feel reminded him he was now owned. He asked himself if he felt good about wearing the collar. He looked down at the embarrassing bulge and growing wet spot on the front of his pants to find his answer.

"Take them off, all of them," Mistress Valerie directed, enjoying watching the company's HR director putting on a dog collar that was formerly on her Golden Retriever, and then several of her subs.

Arthur felt all in at this point. He willingly stripped off his clothes under the watchful eyes of Mistress Valerie and Trish Cooper. His erection was now on display, with a clear drop of precum dripping off the tip. There was no mistaking his excitement level.

"I've got something in the freezer in the garage that I'm going to get," said Mistress Valerie to her new slut. "Why don't you and Trish chit chat until I come back?"

Trish was perched on her barstool sipping on her drink and looking at Arthur with an amused look on her face.

Trish batted her eyes at a nude and collard Arthur.

"You're pretty cute Arthur," Trish said, tilting her glass up to finish the remnants of her drink. "So you're probably wondering why I'm here."

Arthur was as tongue tied as ever. He nodded his head.

"Well, it's like this. I like boys. I like girls. I like to win. Mistress Valerie helps me with all three. How do you think I won last year's sales award and beat out Melissa?"

The tumblers started to kick into place for Arthur. It was sex and business. Trish Cooper liked sex and was ambitious. As Director of IT, Mistress Valerie had access to all of the information the company possessed, including Melissa Morales's HR file and confidential files she didn't share with her team. Arthur added "cunning" and "devious" to his already burgeoning list of adjectives describing his current wet dream.

Arthur realized Trish was just jerking his chain when she made up the story about the cooking group.

"So there was no cooking group," Arthur said.

"Of course not," Trish answered. "I'm here, aren't I?"

"That doesn't mean..."

"Well, I made it up when I saw you. I wasn't expecting to see you before tonight and I realized you've always wanted to ask me out on a date because you feel like you're too old for me. If it'll make you feel better, you're not too old for me [Trish's admission did make Arthur feel better], but you gave me the perfect opportunity to play a joke on you. I knew you couldn't accept my invite."

"I feel like such a rube..."

"So second prize is having sex with me?" she asked, tilting her head slightly and giving him a big grin.

Arthur didn't feel like a rube at that moment. At that moment he felt like the luckiest man on the planet. Trish Cooper had just informed him he'd be having sex with her that evening. He no longer felt self-conscious standing naked in front of Trish. She had accepted him for who he was.

* * *

Mistress Valerie returned and relocated the three of them to the living room. Though the walls were glass, the property was surrounded by a high wall so no one from the street could see in. It was disquieting though for Arthur to stand in her formal living room in a glass fishbowl naked and collared.

Trish was still wearing her skimpy outfit and those devilish black stiletto heels. Mistress Valerie was fiddling with the lock on the stainless steel cock cage she was holding. Arthur was watching Trish's shoe dangling off her foot. Mistress Valerie finally got the lock open.

"Get on your knees Arthur."

Mistress Valerie was wearing a stylish black business suit without a blouse underneath. Arthur could see her breasts as she moved about the living room. She was wearing the same style stilettos as Trish. That pleased Arthur to no end, though her next comment didn't.

"You really fucked up Arthur. "You were like twenty-five minutes late. And you came without permission. Unbelievable."

Mistress Valerie gave him a haunting laugh, raising his blood pressure another five points.

"Arthur, you're a really good HR Director but you really suck at being a sub. Being a sub is about discipline and right now you don't have any. I need to create structure for your life so that you can do what you were brought on this Earth to do, and that's to worship me."

Mistress Valerie stood in front of Arthur and touched his erect cock with the tip of her high heel. Arthur groaned and a bead of precum dripped on the top of his Mistress's shoe. Arthur immediately bent forward and cleaned her shoe with his tongue before she could say anything.

"That's good Arthur. I'm sure you'll catch on but being late and cumming without permission are sins in this house. Trish is going to help me give you a lesson you won't soon forget. You'll do what I say always, and without hesitation and without question. Am I clear?"

"Yes Mistress Valerie," Arthur answered. He'd already figured out he need to be more precise in his actions and his communications. He was sloppy and he knew it.

"Good," she said. She handed him the cock cage. It was fashioned out of stainless steel rods spaced about an inch apart and curved downward to accommodate a flaccid penis. Arthur had never seen one before and being hard as a rock he wondered how he'd fit in it. He didn't have to wait long to find out.

Trish came over with her hands cupped holding ice cubes. She knelt in front of Arthur and encased his cock and balls with ice. He screamed and the ice cubes fell and bounced on the hardwood floor. His cock shriveled and Trish took the cage from Arthur and attached it quickly.

It wasn't exactly the way Arthur fantasized about Trish touching his penis. Mistress Valerie had kindly kept the cage in the freezer before coming to the living room so Arthur's cock stayed shriveled. He looked down at this strange metal contraption encasing his penis, again questioning his sanity.

Mistress Valerie sensed it was the perfect time to turn up the heat and test Arthur's endurance and ability to tolerate pain.

"Trish," Mistress Valerie said in her summoning voice. "Take off your clothes, and make it sexy. Make me want you."

Of course Arthur thought anything Trish did was sexy, including standing still, so taking her clothes off in a sexy striptease was going to make his penis want to go stiff as a board.

Trish gave Arthur an impish smile and put down her empty piña colada glass and rose out of her leather sling chair. Mistress Valerie had taken residence in a chair next to Trish's and watched her slut sway her hips to an imaginary song as she positioned herself directly in front of a kneeling Arthur.

Trish's eyes locked with Arthur's as she slowly took off her halter top, making a sexy twirl with it before tossing it carelessly to the floor. She was wearing a sleek black bra with delicate lace that gave glimpses of bare skin underneath and accentuated the contours of her breasts. Despite the recent ice bath, Arthur's penis was fighting the smooth unyielding stainless steel ribs of the cock cage. He felt a new kind of pain. It was not good.

But his wet dream was giving him a personal strip show. He couldn't take his eyes off her even though he wanted to double over in pain. Cock cage be damned his eyes were transfixed on Trish's hands as she reached behind herself to unclasp her bra. She shrugged her shoulders, letting the bra slip down her arms and off. Pale white conical shaped breasts tipped with pinkish hued nipples with not a hint of sag. Arthur's cock wanted to get hard... really hard... but the cage wouldn't permit it. The freezing cold of the steel made the skin of his penis chafe against the unyielding stainless steel ribs. The weight of it stressed the muscles in his groin. All of this pain was worth it to Arthur.

Trish licked her lips suggestively and then asked, "Do you like them Arthur? Do you like my tits?"

"Yes... of course Trish."

There was a pulsing, pounding pain in his temples as his cock made a losing fight to go upward.

Trish continued to tease a hapless Arthur. "You know, I'm Mistress Valerie's fuck toy. Did you want to see her suck on my tits?"

Arthur was practically sobbing. The pain was fierce. So was his desire to see Mistress Valerie suck on those luscious tits. "Yyyess," he said between sobs.

Trish stood next to Mistress Valerie's chair and just a few feet from the kneeling Arthur. She leaned forward, looking at Arthur so he could see the expression of bliss on her face when Mistress Valerie suckled on her nipple. Arthur was sweating profusely and watching the absolute sexiest thing he'd ever seen in his life - - Mistress Valerie's red painted lips pressed tight against Trish's breast.

Trish's eyes narrowed as she spoke to Arthur.

"This could be you Arthur. You could be worshipping my tits. Would you like that Arthur? Would you like to be pleasuring me? Do you know how to be a good boy?"

"Yes... yes, to everything you've said. I'll do anything you ask... anything," Arthur declared to his blonde goddess, making a promise whose limits would soon be tested.

Mistress Valerie's simple act of rising out of her chair directed all attention to her. As much as Arthur lusted after Trish, he knew it was an infatuation. He wanted to fall in love with Mistress Valerie. To serve her. To pleasure her. To be her slut.

"That's enough Trish. Your playtime is over," Mistress Valerie declared.

She stepped over to Arthur and stooped over, fiddling with the locking mechanism before it popped open, freeing him of his metal prison. Blood surged into his deflated cock and it rose again. His feelings of pain turned to joy.

"I hope you learned your lesson Arthur," Mistress Valerie said.

"I did Mistress Valerie, and thank you," he answered, breathing a huge sigh of relief but wondering if the lesson was over. It wasn't.

Mistress Valerie was pleased that Arthur tolerated the pain and expressed true gratitude. He proved himself worthy of her moving forward. Now could he withstand her final test?

"You're welcome Arthur. Here's part two of your lesson. Let's see how strong you are and how much you really want this. Now get on your hands and knees."

Arthur thought to himself that he was about to receive a vigorous butt fucking. But of course he was wrong. Mistress Valerie crooked her finger and signaled for her slut to come to her.

"Go ahead... get underneath him," Mistress Valerie instructed her willing slut.

Arthur's body started shaking when a nude Trish slid her lithe body under his, positioning her blonde pussy under his nose and her mouth under his very hard penis. Arthur used every ounce of willpower to stop himself from lowering his penis into her eager mouth. He was learning his lesson to obey Mistress Valerie and not his own animal instincts. He stayed on his hands and knees, knees bent at ninety degrees and his back straight and flat.

Mistress Valerie approached Arthur, his eyes fixed downward seeing every fold and contour of Trish's labia and the delicate wave of her light colored pubic hair, wet and glossy. He could smell her feral scent. She used the pointed tip of her stiletto heel to lift up his chin so he was looking up at her.

"You want her, don't you?" she asked rhetorically. She already knew the answer but wanted him to say it out loud. Say it to himself.

"Yes," Arthur answered, his eyes now drinking in the vision of Mistress Valerie's face, her shiny dark wavy hair framing a face more severe, but no less striking than maiden Trish, and the eyes... the eyes that missed nothing.. deep mysterious pools of light and dark. He knew she was worthy of worship.

"But you want to please me more than satisfying your own petty urges. Am I right?"

Arthur loved the tone of Mistress Valerie's voice. Resonant, clear and precise. He was proud to be her slut.

"Yes Mistress Valerie," he answered.

"You know I ride horses."

"I didn't know that Mistress Valerie," Arthur answered truthfully.

Trish was patiently laying under Arthur and drinking in the carefully orchestrated handling of Arthur. She knew what would happen. It made her wet thinking about it. She was tempted to touch herself but stopped herself. This would not be the time to displease her Mistress.

"I do. I have a friend, Elaine Harris, who has a beautiful horse farm. She lets us ride her horses during the day. I love it. And do you know what we do at night?"

Arthur of course had no idea. But he had heard of Elaine Harris. She was a name mentioned in the financial newspapers.

"No Mistress Valerie, I don't."

"She has this incredible subterranean playroom that's as big as my house. She has every device of pleasure and perversion known to man. She had this machine. It's called a Sybian. I'd never seen one in person before but had heard about them. You straddle them like you're riding a horse and it vibrates and fucks you. I've had some incredible orgasms on it."

Arthur had an inkling of where she was going. His knees started to get weak.

"So I don't own one but then I thought I do. I own you. You're here for my pleasure. So tonight I'm going to break in my version of a Sybian. I've brought my favorite dildo and lube and I'm going to grease your back and ride you. Ride you until I cum. Do you want to make me cum?"

"More than ever," Arthur answered. Trish's face was being splashed with drops of Arthur's precum. This scene with Mistress Valerie was mesmerizing, and with Trish Cooper to boot.

"I'm going to ride you Arthur. Ride you like the slut that you are. You are a slut, aren't you? A dirty filthy slut?"

"Yes Mistress Valerie. I'm your slut."

"I don't want your cock touching Trish's lips while I'm riding you. You hear me? If it does I'm going to be very displeased. You don't want to displease me, do you?"

"No Mistress Valerie. Never."

"Good. If you do a good job and are a good boy you'll get a reward when this is over. Understood?"

"Yes Mistress Valerie."

Arthur understood all too well. This was his first real test. He desperately wanted to pass it. It was a test of his will.

Mistress Valerie took off her clothes for Arthur and for the first time he saw her completely nude. Their first tryst in his office was sudden and unexpected in a cramped space. The living room was well lighted and Mistress Valerie had nothing to be ashamed of with her body, medium height with a hard body - - a body chiseled by her strenuous daily workout routine. Her breasts were larger than Trish's, a more mature woman's contours, soft and rounded, drooping from their weight. Her abs and her butt were tight. Arthur's mouth watered at the thought of Mistress Valerie rubbing her pussy against his back.

"I'm going to fuck myself with this," Mistress Valerie said. She was holding what looked like a ten inch clear red tinted dildo with a flat base that was wider than the dildo. It had the girth of a small banana.

"Do you want to get this wet slut?" she asked Arthur.

"Yes please Mistress Valerie."

Mistress Valerie held the base of the dildo and offered the head to Arthur, who dutifully drooled on it.

"That's good Arthur. Now watch me while I use your spit to fuck myself with this. Does that make you happy slut?"

"Yes Mistress Valerie. Very much so."

Arthur watched his spit touch the lips of his Goddess's pussy. A drop of precum dripped on Trish's face.

"Oh, this feels so good Arthur," Mistress Valerie said to Arthur as she starting fucking herself with the dildo. Arthur's neck was getting cramps from looking up at her but he ignored the pain. He imagined it was his penis and not the dildo inside her. He knew that would never happen but what he was seeing and doing was more than enough already.

She mounted his back and rested her feet on the floor, though she had control over how much weight would be carried by Arthur's back. She'd never done anything like that before so she was excited at the prospect of discovering a new way to have fun with her subs. She mounted Arthur like a jockey would ride a horse. She squirted a generous dollop of lube on Arthur's back, making him shiver when it hit. She started rocking back and forth, slowly at first and then faster. It was a wonderful feeling for both of them, the slick lips of her pussy sliding almost effortlessly against Arthur's hairless back.

"Yeah baby, I'm riding you!" Mistress Valerie shouted to Arthur. It was feeling better than she imagined. It was a power trip to be fucking yourself on the back of the Director of HR and the rocking action of the dildo inside her pussy felt exquisite.

Arthur was thankful he'd stayed faithful to his twice a week workout sessions with his trainer. Mistress Valerie was carrying most of her weight through her legs, so Arthur's back wasn't bearing the full brunt of her 140 pounds. He tried not to think about Trish's mouth, and how awesome it would be to fuck it right now. He kept his knees and his back. But his body was starting to complain loudly and he felt as if he'd just finished a personal best three minute plank.

"Oh Arthur. I'm so close," Mistress Valerie said breathily. She was fucking his back faster and harder and putting more weight on Arthur's back to increase the amount of friction. Arthur's abs, back and knees were screaming bloody murder. His back sagged enough for Trish to bat the tip of Arthur's cock with her tongue.

"Ohhh," Arthur moaned. He tried not to but it felt too good. His back stiffened as he felt a shot of energy.

"She said into my mouth. She didn't say anything about this," Trish whispered.

Arthur focused on the pleasure Trish was giving with her tongue and not the shooting pain of muscles about to cramp into a painful knot. Arthur felt relief and a great sense of pride when Mistress Valerie's legs quivered and her body shook as her orgasm crashed down upon her in waves. Arthur so wanted Trish to suck his cock but settled for her swirling her velvety soft tongue around the head. His Mistress stopped moving and slumped over on his back, the full weight of her making Arthur's legs burn like he'd run a full marathon. Right when he was ready to collapse she dismounted, staggering to her chair and panting heavily.

"You're a good boy Arthur," she said to him.

Her compliment felt better than any grade or performance review he'd ever received.

"Thank you Mistress Valerie. It's been an honor to be of service to you."

"I reward good boys like you. Would you like your reward now Arthur?"

"Yes please Mistress Valerie," Arthur answered without a moment's hesitation.

"Of course you do," she said. Arthur could swear her face was glowing when she was talking to him.

"So lower yourself and let Trish suck you off. You can lick her pussy if you like, and ass if you can reach it. One question. Can she keep your cum or do you want it back?"

Arthur wasn't expecting that question. No one would expect that question. But it was a good one. If he let Trish have it would it be sharing the reward? Or as a slut was he supposed to want his cum back? Arthur finally decided he wanted to share his reward with Trish.

"I'll let her have it," he answered. He was right. Both Mistress Valerie and Trish were pleased. It was an act of generosity. Trish decided she'd show Arthur the cum on her tongue before she swallowed it.

"Go ahead then," Mistress Valerie said.

Arthur lowered himself carefully as to not crush Trish but she was too eager at that point and raised up her head so she could take his entire length in. Arthur felt a glorious rush when Trish deep throated him. He dropped his head into Trish's wet cunt, hot and sticky, shoving his tongue as deep inside her as he could. Trish let out a low moan when he used his fingertip to rim her anus while he was tongue fucking her pussy.

Arthur could see out of the corner of his eye that Mistress Valerie had her legs draped over the edge of her chair and was playing with herself as she watched him and Trish in a "69" position.

"Lick his balls and ass slut," Mistress Valerie called out to Trish. She wanted to show Arthur what a slut Trish was.

Trish stopped deep throating Arthur, used the back of her hand to clean the drool off her chin, and went lower, licking his balls and then sucking them into her mouth and playing with them with her tongue.

It was Arthur's turn to let out a low throated moan. "Ohhhhh... " he lowed like a wounded bull. This was just too fucking good. Trish knew he was close. She craned her neck, swabbing his perineum before rimming his asshole.

"Oh Gawddd," Arthur whimpered. This was unfair. He wanted it to last. She wasn't going to let it.

Then she went down on his again, sucking in his entire length and pressing her nose against his belly. Arthur ran his fingers through her blonde hair as spurt after spurt of his hot cum splashed against the roof of her mouth. When there was no more cum, his hips still thrust forward in dry heaves.

Trish waited until Arthur returned to the land of the living and got out from under him and knelt in front of him. She could see that his face was smeared with her pussy juice. She opened her mouth and Arthur could see a large wad of pure white cum on her tongue. She closed her mouth and swallowed, Arthur watching her throat ripple as she did so. She opened it to show him it was gone. It was the sexiest act of submission he'd ever seen.

"Thank you," Trish said to him. "You're a good boy."

It was the best day (and night) of Arthur Cranston's life.

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