Turning The Tables on Madeline

I looked at my watch. Again. Everything was in place. Dinner was nearly ready and I was expecting my guest to arrive at any minute. I breathed deeply and tried to steady my nerves.

The next couple of hours could be very important. If I'd read the signs wrongly my career could be over before it had really started. What the heck was I thinking? I shook my head, trying to dismiss the negative thoughts.

Lisa had been completely serious when she suggested I contact this woman. She had even given me the lady's personal mobile number in order to contact her directly, avoiding her secretary. Before I could over-analyse any more the door intercom buzzed. I grabbed the handset and the grainy image from the hallway camera showed a beautiful, confident face staring into the camera.

"Hi. It's Madeline. I hope I'm not late", she smiled to me.

"Perfect timing. Come on up. Third floor, number 12"

Her face disappeared from the screen and I checked my own image in the mirror by my front door, brushed down my skirt. I opened the door in anticipation and she swept in. So elegant, so stylish. We awkwardly introduced one another and I beckoned her through to my living room. We then went through the clumsy pantomime: she admired my flat; I was suitably grateful and modest; I complimented her on her outfit; she dismissed my compliment with a wave of her hand and an "Oh this?". I got us drinks and I downed my first glass far too quickly. Refills.

Then a pause.

"I understand that it was your colleague Lisa that gave you my number", she offered.

"Yes it was. She told me that you and she had got onto the subject of role-play. Somehow". I raised an eyebrow. "And she told you about how the two of us have 'active' imaginations and like to play out some of our fantasies?"

"Er, yes", she replied. The first sense of hesitation.

"She also told me that you showed a lot of interest -- more than she expected. I mean that is encouraging, obviously, but I'd like to be certain that we are talking about the same things here".

She looked down, appeared to gather her thoughts, and then looked me straight in

the eye. "I like to be told exactly what to do".

My heart turned somersaults. This was a senior manager in our organisation, known for her no-nonsense attitude and renowned for her steady climb up the corporate greasy pole. And here she was, sitting in my front room, basically giving me the go-ahead to give her instructions. This was exciting.

I looked at my watch. Time to take control.

"Right. Once we are done with dinner I will be in charge. For 2 hours after that you will obey all my instructions to the letter. During this time the only words you are allowed to utter are 'Yes Miss'. Obviously, I will also give you a safe word. If something I command is truly outside your comfort zone then you say that word -- and it is over. The spare room through there is out of bounds to me and I will not follow you in. Other than that, all rooms in this flat, including the

bathroom, are open to us both. Agreed?"

There was certainly a pause while she considered what I was proposing.

"Agreed."

"Very well. Dinner."

I had prepared a light salad starter and a chicken dish with cous-cous and spring veg. Then some summer fruits with a dash of Drambuie. Rich but not too spicy! We sat down and got to know each other a little better. And I was able to drink in her style and beauty.

She was wearing a beautiful satin blouse in mid blue, just transparent enough to reveal a white lace bra. As it was summer she was in a stylish, khaki summer skirt that hung effortlessly. All very tasteful -- and enticingly innocent-looking. We ate, we drank and we talked a little bit about her work. She's certainly ambitious and has seemingly excelled at managing large teams of staff over a wide area with her forthright manner and her commanding presence. But to my delight (and surprise) she confessed that in her private life she is much more reserved and that her idea of relaxing is for someone else to be in charge.

Her working life is full of decision-making and making choices that can impact the lives of hundreds, if not thousands. At home she switches off and is happy for someone else to make the decisions.

"So which is the real you?", I asked.

"Oh this is the real me", she said. "That person you see at work is a performance. An act. It's something I know I'm good at and I've even had some senior (male) managers suggest that they would appreciate my close attentions in a more private setting. Indeed, I have indulged such things in the past but never with immediate work colleagues. It works far more effectively with 'gentlemen' from other companies. It's amazing the things you can get guys to commit to when you have their cock in your mouth. Despite what the porn movies show, it's a great position of power."

"I agree. It is extraordinary how quickly a man forgets how close he is to agony when his cock is enveloped in a warm, moist mouth -- that is also full of teeth."

Madeline laughed and we paused a moment, both reflecting on past experiences with stupid men who thought they were in control when their balls were in our hands. It was a very pleasant hour or so -- intelligent conversation that veered occasionally to the sexual but always with a tingle of expectation of what was to come.

My watch pinged a single tone and she looked up in alarm. Or was it anticipation? It was time to find out. I pushed my plate aside and looked directly at her.

"Very well, Madeline. The hour is upon us. Are you ready to do as your told? You are now under my command. And you will obey me to the letter, do you understand?"

She took a breath and said, "Yes Miss."

"First, take these dishes and put them in the kitchen. They can wait until morning. Then stand over there by the sofa."

She took the plates, stacked them on the kitchen worktop and then walked to her allotted position. "Now I want you to undo your blouse. All the buttons, but do not untuck it from your waistband."

"But..."

I looked at her angrily. "You have your instructions. So follow them!"

She looked down again. "Yes miss"

She reached up and started to unbutton the large, dress buttons on her blouse. When she reached her waistband, she automatically started to pull the material but I stopped her.

"No! Don't untuck your blouse."

She returned her hands to her sides and dropped her chin again.

Her blouse now hung open, revealing an enticing glimpse of her cleavage, the bulge of her breasts and the front of her bra.

"Remove your underskirt and then hands on hips."

"Yes miss."

She lifted the hem of her skirt, grabbed the underskirt below, pulled it to the floor and

stepped out of it. Then her hands moved up to her hips, causing her blouse to gape open and reveal more of her coffee-coloured skin. Perfect.

"Do you need to pee?" A pause.

"Yes Miss."

"Then to the bathroom with you." She brushed down her skirt and headed for the

bathroom. As she went in, I placed my foot in the door and she gasped as she turned and realised I was right behind her. Words of protest formed in her head but another look from me was enough to keep her quiet. She turned back and walked to the toilet. Then turned to face me again. I sat down on the edge of the bathtub.

"Drop your panties and have your pee. You have my permission."

"Yes Miss"

She reached up under her skirt, pulled down her baby blue cotton panties to just below her knees, and sat down all in one movement. Her skirt was bunched around her waist and she

rested her elbows on her knees. And we waited. Nothing happened.

"It's difficult to pee when someone is watching isn't it?"

"Yes Miss."

"Well get used to it. This is going to happen a lot."

She blushed, briefly and beautifully. Then returned to the business in hand.

After what seemed like an age we heard the stream of her pee and, once started, she visibly relaxed and was able to complete her task. She was smart enough to look to me questioningly before doing anything else.

"OK, now remove your panties and give them to me. Then wipe yourself, get back into the living room and go stand in front of the French doors."

"Yes Miss."

I was delighted to see that her soft cotton panties had a slight wet patch at the front. I

rubbed the patch between my fingers and felt the slickness of her pussy juice. She wiped herself clean and her skirt fell back into place. As she left the bathroom I held the panties to my nose and got my first sniff of her delicious aroma. When I reached the living room she was dutifully standing at the French doors.

As I'd hoped, the evening sun was shining through the window and through her summer skirt. In this way her shapely legs were silhouetted under the skirt.

"Stand with your feet apart and hands on your hips. And now turn very slowly through 360 degrees."

As she lifted her hands to her hips, her blouse opened slightly and I could see more of her bra and her tits. Looking down I could see a clear outline of her now pantiless pussy lips and I felt a surge of wetness between my own legs.

Slowly she turned and I was rewarded when she started to turn back towards me and I could see the full profile of her left tit through her open blouse. It was beautifully curved and her white lacy bra held it perfectly. I drank in the view for a long moment and then resumed my instructions.

"Come back in here Maddie."

She stepped into the centre of the room as I took a seat on the sofa.

"I now want you to take off your bra whilst keeping your blouse on."

"Yes miss."

She reached back with her hands, unclasped her bra and I saw her tits sag slightly as they were released. She then reached inside her blouse, shrugged off the straps and then scooted each hand in turn up the sleeve so that she could loop the straps over her arms. Once free of her arms the bra was quickly discarded and I was treated to my first sight of the natural shape of Madeline's gorgeous breasts, still wrapped in her semi-transparent blouse. They

were full and round, now sagging slightly without the support of her bra and with small, pink aereoli and impressive looking nipples.

I took a sip of my white wine.

From the sidetable I took a handspray I use to water my houseplants. I stood up and sprayed a fine mist at Madeline's chest. The cold made her jump and I could see her nipples perking up even more. By now I was salivating and the heat between my legs was intense. But I was in control and I wanted to maintain my dominance. Resisting the temptation to push hard between my own legs I tried to sound more authoritative.

"Pull out that chair from under the table and place it front of you. Place your hands either side of the seat and lift your head up."

"Yes Miss"

The blouse was clinging to the curves of her breasts and as she bent down to place her hands on the chair her boobs shifted and quivered enticingly. I walked slowly around her, admiring her hanging tits and her shapely bottom.

"Can you twerk for me?"

"Yes miss."

To be honest, twerking does absolutely nothing for me -- at least from the rear point of view. What I really wanted, was to see her tits wobble and jiggle. That quivering movement, that shudder across a pair of hanging tits is just exquisite. She didn't disappoint. As I had hoped, she was concentrating on doing a good twerk. She wasn't very good but, frankly, I didn't care.

Her head started to drop as she focussed on her rear end.

"Head up", I snapped. "Look at me."

And there she stood, leaning over the chair, trying to twerk and giving me a perfect view of her jiggling titties. I could have cum there and then so I had to bite my lip and walk back round to her backside and stop myself from giggling.

"Stop that and move your feet apart", I ordered.

"Yes miss"

Once behind her, I slowly lifted her skirt and piled it up on the small of her back. She had the most perfect arse, tightly muscled and without an ounce of excess fat. Her legs were shapely too, strong and finely toned and tanned. I crouched down behind her and was able to see her cunt for the first time. From this angle her pussy looked completely bare, her puffed, swollen lips framing a dark, inviting slit -- just a hint of the treasure within. I touched her calf and she jumped slightly. Slowly I ran my fingers up the inside of her leg and felt her quiver at my touch. As I reached the top of her leg I teased her some more by running my finger back down the other leg. She gave a slight moan of frustration as I bypassed her pussy but she kept quiet and, once I reached her knee, I started my way back up her inner thigh and this

time I stood up and was able to cup her pussy in my hand. She breathed out deeply and I felt her push gently into my hand. She was dripping wet and generating so much heat! The top of my fingers touched some pubic hair above her pussy and her scent reached my nostrils. I extended my middle finger further and rested it along her slit, feeling the tantalising combination of heat and wetness. I slowly withdrew my hand, dragging my finger along the length of her slit and feeling it nudge open beneath my finger. Oh the temptation to plunge my finger into that throbbing honeypot was immense but that would have yielded too much control.

As I let go of her pussy she gasped, perhaps realising that I was not going to satisfy her just yet. There was a distinct pause while we both anticipated what might follow. I needed to seize the initiative once more in order to maintain the upper hand.

"Stand up and remove your skirt."

"Yes miss."

She reached to her left side, unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor.

"Turn to face me", I ordered as I walked to my sofa and sat down.

Now that her blouse was no longer contained by her skirt, it hung loose, just clinging to the

outline of her tits by the last vestiges of moisture that I had sprayed onto her chest. What is more it framed her mound beautifully. I couldn't have planned it better! Her pussy lips were clearly wet and I could see beads of moisture on a neat triangle of black hair that pointed to her cunt.

"Kneel down."

"Yes miss."

I leaned over and lifted the hem of my skirt.

"Now lick my panties."

"Yes miss."

She came forward on her hands and knees. She was actually licking her lips in anticipation! I opened my legs and let her see between them for the first time. I was wearing transparent, white laced panties so that my full, but tidy pubes were obvious beneath the tight fabric.

Especially now that they were soaking wet.

As her head dropped towards my eager pussy I lowered my skirt over her so that all I could see was the shape of her head under my skirt and her beautiful ass sticking out into the room. Looking across to the wall I smiled as I saw the view in the slightly tilted wall mirror opposite. How many times had I looked at my own reflection from this position whilst I frigged myself to orgasm? Now I could see Madeline's ass sticking out from under my skirt as her tongue made contact with the coarse material stretched over my pussy. My cunt pulsed with excitement and my panties got even wetter -- a combination of her saliva and my pussy juice. I moaned and her tongue worked even harder, pushing against the lace as if she could

break through it. From my advantageous position, I could see her ass wriggling with pleasure and the neat, puckered pinkness of her anus.

As I pushed her head further between my legs with my left hand, my right hand reached onto my sidetable and picked up a small wooden paddle that I just happened to have placed there earlier. I then held her head steady while, without warning, I brought down the paddle hard onto her left asscheek and she yelped.

Now that Madeline knew that her ass was vulnerable to attack, her anticipation must have grown still further. To my delight, I could see in the mirror that her asscheek was already showing signs of redness. She wriggled her ass some more, partly I suspect, to dissipate some of the sting but also, I'm certain, to encourage me to spank her again... she would have to wait!

I lifted my skirt and she tilted her head so that she could look me in the eye without

removing her tongue from my panties. Such desire. Such lust!

In this position it was hard to imagine her in her power suit, mobile fixed to her ear whilst she controlled a large portion of the corporation. Here she was under my command and evidently awaiting the next instruction.

"Sit back on your knees, Madeline." She did so, her mouth smeared with her smudged lipstick and shining with my juices. I stood up and her eyes stared up at me like an adoring puppy.

"Now unhitch my skirt and pull off my panties."

"Yes miss."

Still on her knees she reached around my backside and unzipped my skirt. As it fell, her nose was facing right into my crotch. I heard her breathing in to take in the aroma as she then held the sides of my knickers and slid them down over my thighs.

Once they reached the floor I stepped out of my crumpled skirt and panties and walked towards the French window, unbuttoning my own blouse as I did so. I shrugged off the blouse and turned towards Madeline as I unclipped my bra. Letting the weight of my tits pull the bra off my shoulders I leaned forward so that Madeline could see how my titties hang and how big my nipples are. Still on her knees her hands pushed between her legs and she smiled.

"Do you like what you see, Madeline?"

"Oh yes Miss", she breathed.

"Take off your blouse and come and kiss me." In a second, she had shrugged off her flimsy blouse, stood up and walked up to me. I reached around her waist and pulled her to me, kissing her fiercely, tasting my juices on her lips and tongue, feeling her tits push up against mine and sliding my knee between her legs until I could feel the warmth of her crotch against my thigh.

We kissed for a long time, chasing each others tongues around our mouths whilst our hands explored each others bodies. When the stiff nub of one of her nipples bumped against one of mine it was like a jolt of electricity between us. I then moved my hands to her breasts and I squeezed them and ran my fingers around each nipple in turn.

"Kiss my titties, bitch."

"Yes miss", she said and dropped her head while lifting one of my tits to her lips. My nipples immediately perked up again and I ran my hand around her ass and then round to her front and between her legs. I plunged my finger into her cunt and she heaved against it, momentarily releasing my nip from her mouth as she groaned.

I realised with surprise that she was close to coming.

I know that the idea of controlling someone is to edge them and frustrate them and to delay them -- I've read all the stories. But this was real life and I confess that I take immense pleasure in making someone come.

Edging a man is a skill in itself, maintaining that huge expectation without taking them over the top. But that is worth doing when you know you're going to have to wait a while before they are ready to perform again. With a woman you hope that they are able to come a number of times, so why wait so long when you know that you can bring them to the ultimate pleasure... and repeat it again. And hopefully again.

"Do you want to come?"

"Yes miss", she squeaked.

I pushed deep into her, curling my middle finger towards her g-spot and pushing the heel of my hand against her clit. I lifted her so that she had to come up onto her toes and frigged her hard. My left hand was in the small of her back, her tongue still lapping at my titties, as her breath became ragged and deeper. I held her tight as an orgasm overtook her and her legs buckled under her and I held her weight and her mouth drooled over my tits. My hand was soaked with her cum and I pushed her back onto the sofa so that she could catch her breath. As I lifted my hand to mouth I realised that this was my first real taste of her. I licked each of my fingers, tasting the sweetness of her juice. Naturally, my left hand slid between my own legs and I flicked at my own clit as my own excitement grew again.

"Yes miss?"

I opened my eyes to see Madeline looking at me expectantly, clearly asking a question with the only words I had permitted her to speak.

"It's my turn now", I said.

She smiled. "Yes miss."

I stepped over to the sofa, pushed her shoulders so that she was lying along it and then climbed aboard. Her arms and shoulders were pinned down by my knees and I lowered my dripping cunt towards her face. Grabbing the back of her head with my hands I lifted her to me and held her steady whilst I mashed my pussy into her face. I rubbed up and down as hard as I dared, feeling her nose, her lips, her tongue all making contact with my pussy and my clit. She was taking a breath whenever she could but the orgasm was building from deep within me and I tried to maintain contact with her face as long as I could. But I reached the top and the spasms overtook me, my arms and legs relaxed and in the giddy haze of cumming several times I slumped forward and I heard Madeline take a series of gasps as she

tried to recover her breath after I'd covered her mouth and nose so much.

I waited until my pussy returned to a gentle throb before I lifted myself off her sweaty body.

Standing over her as she lay with her eyes closed and breathing deeply I flicked gently at my clit, keeping the feeling going and considering my next move.

Madeline's face was a picture. Smudged makeup and the stickiness of my cum across her face and running into her hairline. Still with her eyes closed her hand naturally drifted down between her legs.

I smacked her with the tips of my fingers across the top of her thigh. Her eyes snapped open, her hand pulled to her side and she bit her lower lip.

I gave her a severe look and she closed her eyes again.

"Yes miss."

"OK Madeline. You have behaved badly, debasing yourself and your exalted position at work. You look a mess and, frankly, you should be ashamed. You must be punished."

"Yes miss."

"Lie back on the sofa and swing your legs back over your head."

"Yes miss."

Without demur, she lay back, head off the cushion, and raised her knees to either side of her head. Once again I reached for the paddle and I saw Madeline's eyes widen as she realised what was about to happen. This rollback position is great for giving someone a good spanking.

Your target is right in front of you but, because your victim is bent double, she too can see

the paddle's approach. She bit her lip and, was that a hint of a smile on her face?

I brought the paddle down hard onto her taut, right buttcheek and she yelped. I kept the paddle in contact with the skin and twisted it very slightly. The coarse surface gripped her skin momentarily and then I lifted the paddle off.

Madeline gasped and I quickly brought the paddle down onto her other cheek.

"Ow!"

"Silence!"

Yes miss."

I continued my beating but varied my rhythm in order to increase the level of anticipation. Being able to see her own ass meant that Madeline thought she would be able to prepare for the assault. By hitting her cheeks and thighs randomly, her defences were lowered still further. It wasn't a prolonged session but quite long enough to redden her skin and increase her desire even more. She whimpered often and stifled a yelp or two. There were tears in her eyes and her rapt attention switched between the paddle and my face.

I tossed the paddle aside and reached for some lotion. This is wonderful stuff that nourishes the skin and only slightly reduces the sting. It is just enough to relax the recipient which was just the invitation I needed.

Some of the lotion ran into ass crack, naturally. I added to it by spitting onto her ass and then I placed my thumb against her asshole and pushed.

Madeline's eyes widened again as my thumb started to force her ass open. I spat again and spread the rest of my hand across her perineum and slid my middle finger into the base of her slit. Once in this position there's not much else that that hand can do so my left hand took on the responsibility of bringing Madeline back up to the peak. I ran my hand over her ass, her back and her legs. Occasional swats of her already sensitive skin heightened the sensation and very quickly her breath became deeper as another orgasm built inside her.

Last time she had been stretched out, standing with me. This time she was doubled up in an awkward yoga-like position. I could feel the tension growing as her whole body prepared itself for the release. Her eyes filled again with tears, then flicked open and shut as her orgasm hit.

Her legs jerked, so I relaxed my grip slightly and let them rise naturally as her whole body twitched and flickered with a deep, deep orgasm and a series of lesser aftershocks. She let out a sigh and then a delightful, girly giggle. This just set me off and, just like that, the game was over.

We laughed, we hugged, we kissed, we talked, we fucked. Long into the night. It was an amazing adventure but this could be the start of something wonderful.