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No Trespassing Ch. 09

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Now for the standard disclaimers: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, 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.

The series starts as lesbian nonconsent/reluctance. A lesbian goes off the grid for vacation. She seeks shelter from a storm at what is assumed to be a seldomly used cabin but is caught when the owner shows up unexpectedly. The years of suppressing her submissive tendencies bubble to the surface as she is forced to accept punishment for trespassing and settling the tab for staying in the cabin. After a future payment plan is agreed to, lines get blurry quickly when the owner of the cabin unknowingly hires the trespasser. A professional agreement is broken, and rules change as the owner takes more control over the trespasser.No Trespassing Ch. 09 фото

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The Meaning of Need

The shower was ice cold, but still, it did nothing to cool off my libido. It'd been three days, and I was perpetually wet. I wasn't sure if it was because of the research I'd been doing on impact toys, the invasive dreams of pleasing my mistress, or the fact that my vibrator was not as exciting as the flesh and blood woman who I'd allowed to dominate me.

Every morning and evening I checked the burner phone, but it remained blank. My emotions swung from hurt that she hadn't cared enough to follow up on how I was feeling to frustration that I couldn't reach an out of this world orgasm.

There were one thing I was certain of. I needed to have other tools for her to use on me. I was not willing to see what other kitchen utensils my mistress would use.

Last night I spent a couple of hours reading through reviews. I knew which two toys I wanted. Even though I had done my research, I wanted a second opinion. Someone who was unbiased and made me feel confident I wasn't getting in over my head. I didn't want to ask my mistress for a recommendation. I was hoping to please her with my choice in implements. And if I was really lucky, earn an orgasm or three.

I tipped my head back, rinsing the shampoo from my hair. I chuckled. Maybe the remote vibrator I'd bought was going to come in handy after all. Would Victoria take control of it once she learned what I had? I spread my legs, slipping my fingers between my swollen lips and over my clit as I thought about the full suite of remote-controlled toys.

Which ones would Victoria like to tease me with?

My breath came in short gasps as I plunged my fingers inside me. I pictured her controlling my pussy as we strolled through a park or dining out. One hand drifted to my breast, pinching my nipples alternately as I envisioned them adorned with vibrating nipple clamps. I rubbed my clit harder thinking about my hands cuffed behind me and my cunt and ass stuffed with a remote-controlled vibrator and anal beads as she led me on a hike with the cunt leash.

My orgasm erupted unexpectedly, and my juices mixed with the water running down my legs. I pulled my hand from between my legs, panting. It wasn't the earth-shattering climax my mistress had brought me to that first time, but it took the edge off.

With one last long cold blast over my tits and pussy to cool me off, I turned off the shower. I needed to focus on something other than Victoria.

My nephew's birthday later today was just the right thing to squash my kinky thoughts.

It seemed only cooking, or in this case baking, would take my mind off her.

I pulled the cake from the refrigerator and set it on the island, popping the lid off. The cream cheese buttercream icing with red velvet crumbs on the side and top was perfect.

It was hard to believe Sam was about to enter high school. I had fretted over what teenagers wanted these days. There was so much out there and too many distractions. We had talked about what he may want to do in life over the last few months. Corporate work and being chained to a desk didn't seem a likely option. He seemed to thrive on a challenge. Mystery and solving riddles and puzzles was more up Sam's alley. A lot like his father.

I picked up the card and placed it on top of the cake container. Sam would probably grimace at what looked like another gift card, but sometimes big things come in small packages.

It was an invitation to a mystery evening for him and three of his closest friends. An opportunity to see if maybe being a PI was up his alley and if not, at least a cool evening with friends. I did have a reputation to maintain of being the best gift giving aunt of all time. Mystery room don't fail me now.

With a smile, I set out on my errands before heading over to Jamie's.

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"Hey." Jamie wrapped me in a big hug.

The bass from a song I didn't recognize rattled the windows.

"Someone's going to call the cops," I said.

He smiled. "Nah. All the neighbors are in the backyard."

"Of course they are. Who wouldn't want to celebrate Sam."

"Are you feeling okay?"

I frowned at the odd question. "Of course. Why?"

He shrugged. "You just look a little flushed."

"Oh." I frantically searched for a reason to cover the fact that I had been daydreaming about how the two toys, in the trunk of my car, would feel when Victoria paddled my ass. "I guess it must be the rushing over here and making sure the cake was safe." I held up the cake container with the dessert.

"Red velvet?" Jamie asked as he gently took the container.

"Would I dare to make anything else?"

"Only if you wanted to disappoint your nephew. Ready for a drink?"

"I brought wine." I held up the bag in my other hand.

A softer voice from behind me said, "Oh. I love when you bring wine."

Melody wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into a side hug as we followed Jamie into the kitchen.

"Wine for my ladies, coming up." Jamie pulled one of the bottles from the bag I set on the dark granite island. "Camartina. Something new?"

"Yes. It was recommended." I hoped my face didn't get any more flushed as the memory being naked with my mistress as we drank a bottle of this wine.

"Well. You've never brought a bad one yet," Melody said. "So, let's pop that cork and start an adult celebration. I'll get the glasses." Melody walked around the island, running a hand over Jamie's back as she passed behind him.

I smiled. She was an awesome sister-in-law, and I loved how she treated Jamie. They were a good pair and were raising an amazing kid. I was proud of them. If I was honest, even a tad bit envious. I never knew relationships could be good or balanced.

I watched as Jamie and Melody sort food strewn around the dark granite counter tops to make room for wine glasses.

It was a far cry from how Jamie and I grew up. The constant bickering and alcoholic mood swings. Nothing was ever good enough for mom. I tried to protect Jamie from her anger, but it only got worse when she discovered I was a lesbian.

A lump grew in my throat as I fought back tears. I wasn't sure how or when, but she even managed to turn Jamie against me at one point. The harassment from them during high school was so bad that that when I left for college, it felt like an escape from hell and freedom tasted sweet. Too sweet.

I didn't care later when we found out mom had early onset Alzheimer's. As far as I was concerned, both diseases just gave the woman the excuse she needed to reveal her true self while almost costing me mine.

Years after her death, I still held contempt for her. It was her fault I was taken advantage of. Lured into a world I was too naïve to understand. By the time my father realized what was going on it was almost too late.

I closed my eyes for a moment to block the memories of the past. It had taken a lot of therapy to understand the irony of looking for a woman to beat the lesbian out of me.

The pop of the cork brought me back to the present. Fuck her. She wasn't worth my time anymore.

Jamie walked over to me, frowning, as if he could hear the thoughts in my head.

"I'm okay," I said softly so only he could hear. I smiled to reassure him, taking one of the wine glasses.

Melody walked over and slid an arm around Jamie's waist. My chest tightened.

I held my glass up before anyone could say anything. "To the birth of my favorite nephew."

"He's your only nephew," Melody and Jamie said together at our common inside joke.

I took a sip of wine, hoping to drown the jealousy with it.

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Wednesday morning my libido woke me up. It was in overdrive and the dreams of Victoria spanking me had me plunging my fingers inside my wet hole for relief. I had managed to distract myself over the weekend. Sunday, I'd treated myself to a long hard hike in the Nature Preserve, but the last two days I started to struggle when I was in the privacy of my own home.

The two black leather impact toys were cleaned and ready. The cool smooth black leather sent a shiver down my spine. I ran my fingers over them wondering which one to bring.

The saleswoman had complimented me on my choices. She confirmed that both were excellent for beginners, as well as experienced users. Hopefully, my mistress would be pleased. More importantly, I hoped she knew how to use them without causing permanent damage.

The Gen Paddle was thinner with the handle built for fucking. I had tested it on my leg. The sting was almost instantaneous, and it left a light red mark. It didn't last long, fading after a few minutes. I wondered if that would be the case if my ass received a couple dozen slaps.

The Pelt was heavier and thicker. The oval paddle felt more like a hand slapping my thigh than the Gen. It took a couple swats before I noticed a faint pink color blooming. I imagined my skin would be a rosy red in no time when my mistress used it on my ass.

I wouldn't have time to change between the office and the meeting with Victoria, so I picked out one of my tailored suits. I pondered which shirt to pair with my black slacks. Since showing off my tits is what got me in trouble last week, I opted for a silver blouse that would downplay my chest.

With a loud exhale, I nodded at myself in the mirror. I walked back to my bed looking down at the two paddles. The Pelt felt much like a hand when Victoria spanked me and my pussy clenched at the thought of it against my skin later. I slid the Pelt under the folders in my briefcase and headed out the door before I could give into another finger fucking.

The morning seemed endless as I tried to focus on everything except the meeting later this evening. To keep my attention off my aching pussy, I was burying myself in every detail of the Miller report. I was so focused on the inane details, I barely heard Jamie knock.

"Hey," Jamie said.

We hadn't seen each other over the last couple of days as he'd been out of the office working and I spent more time than I liked meeting with new clients.

"Hi." I glanced over at him, clicking save before turning to give him my full attention. "How's it going?"

Jamie sat in one of the guest chairs, crossing then recrossing his legs. "I just wanted to check in. See how everything was going."

Checking in. It was the phrase we used often as he helped me through the aftermath of my college mistake. I looked at him trying to figure out why he felt the need to check in.

Did he pick up on something? Was he aware that my relationship with Victoria was no longer strictly professional? Maybe it was just a random question with odd timing.

"I'm okay."

Jamie studied me for a long minute as if trying to figure out if I was lying or not. "It's just, well, the other night you seemed a little off."

I nodded, hoping that I did a good job of hiding my surprise. The best lie was the one that stuck closest to the truth.

"It was nothing. Just a little," I shrugged. "A little wishful thinking. That's all."

"What about?"

"Jamie," I sighed. The last thing I wanted to do was explain to my baby brother that I was envious of his life, of his relationship with Melody.

"I'm not trying to pry, sis. But," he raised his hands up before setting them back in his lap. "You've seemed a little off since you returned from the annual offline get away."

This was one conversation that I did not need right now. Not today. I looked down at my desk hoping to hide the blush that rushed to my face.

I cleared my throat before meeting his gaze. "It really isn't anything more than a mid-life moment. I just thought, you know, by now I would be --" Tears rushed to my eyes.

"With someone?" Jamie added.

"Yeah," I whispered. "Just seeing you and Mel and Sam makes me wonder if I'm going to find that."

He started to stand, and I shook my head. If he hugged me, I was going to start bawling. I didn't want that to happen at work.

"That's all? Are you sure there's not more to it?"

"I'm sure. I won't let there be more." I pursed my lips as if I had sucked on a lemon.

"She's not worth it. Don't let her control you."

I wondered if he meant our mother or the other woman that almost destroyed me.

"So," I said, a little too loud. "How's Greg's case going? Anything happening on the domestic front?"

Jamie blinked but dropped the topic. "Tedious surveillance. The guy is either not having an affair, or he knows he's being followed. Even sat with Greg last night, but the kid isn't missing anything from what I can see, nothing has happened yet."

"It will. It always does."

"Agreed. How about that other case?"

"Nothing major there either," I replied. Not that if there were I could say much about it. The NDA was clear about disclosing anything to anyone other than Victoria Rossi.

"Is there something there?"

I almost laughed out loud. There was definitely something there and that fell into a completely different NDA bucket. There was no way I was sharing that information with anyone who was not my current mistress.

"I don't know. It feels like there should be. More of a feeling I have than facts."

"Well, your instincts are good, so I have faith you'll find it." Jamie stood, yawning. "I'm going to call it a day and head out. You good?"

"Right as rain. Give Mel and Sam a hug," I said as the last of my distractions walked out the door.

There was almost an hour before I needed to head out and it was endless. I kept glancing at the clock every five minutes as I updated my notes and tried to memorize the details instead of fantasizing about her fucking me.

On the way over, I tried not to rub my thighs together. Even though I knew my panties were wet, I didn't want my excitement to seep through to my slacks. My stomach churned as I pulled into the driveway.

My hands gripped the steering wheel as I drove slowly into the back as Victoria instructed last week. As I approached the point of no return, panic clawed up my throat. What was I doing? Was I really going to submit to this woman again? I laughed. Of course I was. My pussy ached for release - again.

I wanted to feel her hands on me. I wanted to make her proud. I wanted her to make me cum.

My heart pounded as I stepped into the mud room. The door to the kitchen was open, but there was no sign of my mistress. I put my case on the floor and opened the closet where she had tethered my tits last week.

The nipple clamps dangled from the wire rack. My nipples tightened. Was I supposed to put them on before I got underdressed or after? Or was I supposed to wait for her before doing anything?

A sound behind me caught my attention and I turned to see my mistress at the table with a scotch. Her look sent shivers down my spine.

"Go back outside. Remove your shirt and leave it in the car."

My mouth went dry. "What?"

One eyebrow rose. "You wanted to show off your tits last week so I don't see why you wouldn't want to do it again this this week. Go put your shirt in the car, or you won't be leaving with it at all."

Her calm firm voice made me shiver. My cunt dripped with the humiliation of being sent back outside like a naughty schoolgirl.

The lump in my throat made it hard to swallow and I wanted to say no. I didn't want to show my tits off to the world. Just her. I just wanted her to see and feel my tits.

With overwhelming dread, I forced myself to open the door. My feet felt like lead as I walked back to the car. I tried to tell myself that if it didn't bother her to have a naked woman walking through her backyard, then it shouldn't bother me. But my mind swirled with the risk of being exposed. The sun hadn't fully set so anyone looking in the right direction or coming up the drive would see me.

The yards were large and there were just enough bushes and trees that maybe no one would notice, but with cameras nowadays, who knew for sure. My eyes darted at every sound I heard. A squirrel ran up a tree, nattering at me for disrupting its evening meal.

The locks popped when I drew close, making me jump. I focused on unbuttoning my silver silk shirt, but my fingers shook making the normally easy task triple difficult. When my shirt finally hung open, I took a deep breath to steady my nerves.

I looked around. We were in the privacy of her home. The houses were well spaced, and shrubbery would make it difficult for easy viewing. I squeezed my thighs together. This was something I'd dreaded and loved in equal measure. The fear of being seen and the excitement she was just as turned on as I.

After a deep inhale, I slipped my shirt and bra off laying it on the passenger seat. My pride chose this moment to show up. Knowing she was likely watching, I resisted the urge to run to the house. I wanted to prove to her I could be obedient. For reasons I could not understand, I wanted her to be proud of me.

I straightened up and forced my feet to walk at a normal pace back to the house. It was hard whenever I heard a noise not to panic. Every sound had me scanning the area for someone watching me or worse, someone taking a picture of me topless.

A I closed the door, she said, "Put on the clips then finish stripping, baby slut."

I bowed my head as she made me take part in my own humiliation. The black rubber tipped clamps opened wide and I placed my left nipple in the vice. I held my breath as I let go of the first one. The pressure wasn't as bad as I remembered. I tried just as gently to clip my right nipple.

Only when I stood naked, my tits pulled taut, did I hear her footsteps against the kitchen tile. I stood facing the back of the closet as it allowed for some slack in the chain. Every movement sent a fresh zap into my nipples, and they were already burning. My heart raced as she came closer. I wondered what she was thinking. Maybe I should have turned around to face her.

Her soft shirt and tailored slacks pressed against my naked body increasing the longing between my legs. There was no way she could miss how aroused I was. My musky scent was easy to smell in the small area.

"Legs, slut," she breathed into my ear.

The chains pulled my nipples up when I slid my legs wider.

 

I moaned from embarrassment and excitement when she slid a finger between my pussy lips.

"You're nearly dripping from excitement, aren't you, baby slut?"

There was no use denying something she could obviously feel, but I wanted to say no. Who would enjoy being ordered to strip and to put clamps on their nipples? This was madness and yet I only wanted more. I wanted to see where she would take me.

"Yes, mistress," I replied softly.

Before I could impale myself on her fingers, she withdrew them. She ran a moist finger over my lips pressing down. I sucked in one finger. The salty juices from my pussy tingled on my tongue.

Her other hand reached around me and released the chain from the rack. I barely had time to grab my briefcase before she tugged on the chain sending another jolt of pain across my breasts.

"What's the first topic on the agenda?" She asked.

"Penalty payment on arrival, mistress."

"Very good. And how do you intend to make the payment?"

"I um." I cleared my throat a couple of times, shifting from foot to foot. I don't know why this was harder than going to the store to buy a couple of impact toys. I couldn't believe I just thought that, but that is what the saleswoman called them. And the Pelt was one of the most popular.

It suddenly occurred to me that she might not like it. If she didn't, would she use something else from the kitchen?

With a tug on the chain, she brought me back to the present. I placed my case on the table and took out the thick leather paddle. I hoped she would know how to wield this without causing damage.

"Nice," she said taking the toy from me. "Position." She swung the paddle in the air back and forth, getting a feel for it.

I set the case on the floor before bending over the table, pressing my tits against the table and spreading my legs as wide as I could. I could hear the swish in the air as she swung the paddle back and forth.

Without warning the first smack landed on my ass.

"One, mistress." The pain wasn't bad, and I suspected the blow was light as she got a feel for it.

The second one landed slightly harder. "Two, mistress."

Each blow landed a little bit harder than the last, until my entire ass was on fire and my pussy was dripping.

"Very nice choice, baby slut," she said as she delivered the last stroke.

"Fifty, mistress. Thank you, mistress," I said, hoping she would run a cool hand over my red ass.

Instead, she ran her fingers through my hair, sending shivers down my spine. With a quick yank, she pulled me upright.

A fire ripped through my chest. The numbness of my clamped nipples roared back to life. I closed my eyes against the pain even as my pussy grew wetter.

"What's next on the agenda?"

"My weekly report, mistress."

"Shall we?" She tugged on the chain.

The pain in my nipples increased to an almost unbearable level when I bent to grab the case. By the time we reached the office, I wondered if my nipples would survive the night. How much pain could one take on such a sensitive area of the body?

She placed the pelt on the desk before stepping behind me. Her fingers drifted over my hips, up my torso. I moaned leaning against her as the back of her fingers ran over the sides of my breasts. I was relishing the feel of her clothed body against my skin.

I shivered at the feeling of safety that wrapped its arms around me. A lump developed in my throat. I felt loved.

Her touch was soothing, and I relaxed into her embrace. Her hands drifted higher, cupping my breasts, squeezing lightly. Her lips pressed gently on my temple.

"Fuck," I yelled as what felt like red hot pokers pressed against my nipples.

I stumbled back when she moved away. God, would I ever get used to the pain of having those fucking clips removed?

Victoria took a seat on the other side of the desk, watching me. I couldn't read her expression. And I thought I had a good poker face. She just waited as I tried to pull myself together. When I was sure I could move without falling, I pulled out the paper report and notes, handing it to her.

She took the folder but didn't open it.

It probably took me longer than it should to know she was waiting for me to take a seat. This week, one of the guest chairs had been moved to the side. The one that remained was placed squarely in the center of the desk.

The burning in my ass returned as I sat down. I could feel my face grow hot in embarrassment as I placed my feet wide on the desk ensuring she had a good view of my cunt. How could I come off as a professional when I was stark naked and opening my most private parts to her?

Only after I pulled my labia wide to show her how wet I was, did she turn her attention to the report.

The fact that she didn't spend longer looking at my wet pussy made me feel both hurt and relieved. The roller coaster of emotions between being humiliated while trying to please her, was dizzying. Logically, I knew I should tell her no, but my body wanted more. I wanted to feel the same intense orgasms as I did in the cabin. She could make me feel things that no one else had made me feel in a long time.

It wasn't just about her enjoyment at being in control or my goal to make her proud of me. There was this layer of enjoying the moment despite the embarrassment and the punishment that led up to it.

"Left hand," she said.

I bit my lower lip as I ran a finger over my wet clit, spreading my juices around. I slid two fingers on either side of my clit, feeling it swell.

The only reason I don't think I came immediately was because I'd spent almost every day plunging a vibrator into me before bed and sometimes before work. I didn't want to get to the edge too quickly. I tried to hold out as long as possible by pushing only two fingers inside. It would feel good, but without hitting all the nerve endings like when my cunt was stuffed with a vibrator. I moaned as my embarrassing excitement seeped into my body, but I could last a while.

As my mistress grilled me over dates and time in the report, the sloshing between my legs grew louder. Every now and again, I could see her frown at my answer. I lost track of the numbers as the humiliation deepened. It was impossible to hold a professional conversation in front of a fully clothed woman with my legs spread open and my pussy stuffed with my fingers deep inside me.

A thin layer of sweat beaded on my forehead. I was a pathetic needy slut masturbating in front of her. I was sure this would have been a buzz kill for other women, but for me? It only drove me toward the edge of an orgasm.

Just as I approached the point of no return, she said, "Stop."

I groaned, arching up, so close to cumming, but she wasn't going to make it easy on me.

It took a lot of willpower to force my aching ass back on the chair, pulling my left labia wide. The last thing I wanted right now was to have my cunt spanked by the leather paddle or worse yet, the wooden ruler.

The silence lengthened as she read the report. I watched her long slender fingers running down the page. I wondered when I would earn the opportunity to have them slide into me.

Just as I was beginning to relax, she said, "Right hand."

My breath caught in my throat. I was already flirting on the edge and wasn't sure how much it would take before I was begging for release.

She didn't look at me, making random notes on the pages, knowing I would obey.

I lightly rubbed my fingers over the inside of my labia, spreading my warm juices until they were slick. My mouth dropped open a little as I slid one finger into my wet hole, drawing out more juices to run up my lips and over my clit.

"You can do better than that, baby slut. Five. Three fingers."

The humiliation pressed against my chest as I dipped three fingers into my cunt. The squishing between my legs filled the silent room.

I tried to distract myself by thinking about what was in the report, about the potential questions she might ask. When I first arrived, I was positive that I'd memorized all the contents, but the desire oozing from my center seemed to be eroding every thought.

The first signs of my orgasm started with my vaginal muscles squeezing my fingers. Fuck, my pussy was too full, and I would cum soon. Too soon. My hips bucked as I rammed my fingers deep into my cunt.

Mistress paid no attention to my plight. The only sound was the squishy sloppiness of my cunt as I finger fucked myself.

I panted, "Please, mistress, may I cum."

"No," she replied flatly not taking her eyes off the page.

After a few more thrusts I started to sweat. I was so close. I wasn't sure what the punishment would be if I came without permission. And I wasn't sure I wanted to find out.

"Please," I tried again. "Please, mistress. I need to cum."

She looked up at me with a frown. "Need to? I doubt that you need to cum."

I whimpered pathetically. It wouldn't be much longer before my need was beyond the point of no return.

"You can get closer, baby slut." She added before returning her attention back to the report. "No need for you to cum."

I shifted and slid three fingers inside. I pushed them as deep as I could then held for a second before pulling back out. If I wanted to cum, I could have spread my fingers wide while they were deep inside, but in trying to avoid going over the edge, I kept them tightly together.

My fingers circled my hole for a long moment before I eased them into my hot slick center.

"No need for you to slow down. Five."

"Please mistress," I murmured, before picking up the pace. "Please can I cum. I need to cum so badly. Please, please, please..." I whispered over and over as the throbbing turned to tingling. My toes curled over the edge of the desk, legs shaking. I wasn't going to last much longer.

With a heavy sigh, she said, "Stop."

The look on her face almost made me disobey the order and keep finger fucking myself. But I was too close and going over the edge seemed worse than the disappointment of stopping.

I yanked my fingers from my pussy, exhaling loudly. Before I could get into more trouble, I grabbed my labia and pulled it wide. My willpower was slipping, and I had to force my ass back on the chair.

"Seems like you're thinking with your cunt brain."

"I'm sorry, mistress."

She stood. "Well, it's quite expected for baby sluts. Not like we had time for all the lessons."

Lessons? What was she talking about? I frowned as she walked around the desk.

Victoria leaned against the desk and crossed her arms over her chest. It was an intimidating pose, and I wondered how often she'd practiced that look. Did she use it in court to scare witnesses? I know it made me nervous.

"It appears your cunt is thinking for you. You need to work on multitasking."

The cool air and the lack of fingers stuffed inside me made my brain start firing better, but I was still lost in the conversation.

"I expect you to know your report inside and out. It appears once you start playing with that slutty cunt, you can barely remember your own name."

Tears burned at the corner of my eyes. I blinked them back determined not to cry at the reprimand.

"Yes, mistress."

"So, why," she picked up the pelt, "can't you remember what's in the report that you wrote? I assume, you wrote it."

I licked my lips, watching the paddle swing in the air.

"I did, mistress I did write it. I don't know - ugh," I cried out as the leather strap smacked my cunt.

"Try again."

Another blow hit my clit. I fought to keep my legs and labia spread wide.

The third strike landed just above my clit but a bit harder than the first two. The earlier tingling turned into a burning itching sensation, and I wanted to rub it.

"I um, fuck." I pressed into the back of the chair as the fourth blow landed. "I can't - my cunt is thinking for me. Mistress."

"Seems like your cunt is forgetting the rules to." She turned her arm and sent the pelt backhanded between my legs.

Needles erupted over my clit and inside lips. I clenched my teeth together trying to remember what I forgot. My wet pussy was distracting me and all I wanted to do was rub my clit until I came.

Damn. Counting, I forgot to count each stroke. It suddenly dawned on me that's what the numbers she was randomly calling out were for.

"I'm sorry I forgot to count, mistress." With the next smack I needed to start counting from one. I was certain that the five I just received were not included since I didn't count them out loud.

She pursed her lips. "Do you even know what the total is?"

I debated about lying, but she'd easily catch me out if I didn't get it correct or worse asked me to break it down.

"No, mistress."

"Why can't you remember, baby slut?"

"Because." I licked my lips, "because I'm thinking with my cunt." My voice faded into a whisper with each word.

"I see. So, we seem to have several problems, don't we?"

Not trusting my voice, I nodded my head.

"Do you need help remembering the issues?"

My breathing ticked up a few notches. I didn't want to ask for help, but I had no choice until I could remember the rules and stop thinking with my aching clit.

I didn't look away, knowing that it would be worse if I did. I took a deep breath and swallowed. "Yes, mistress. I need help in remembering the rules and the details in my report."

She smiled as she twirled the pelt. "Very well. Since you so nicely." The pelt landed at the top of my pussy.

"One, mistress."

Her smile grew bigger and the sparkle in her green eyes returned. "Very good on remembering one rule."

The second blow was a direct impact on my clit. My thighs shook as I fought to keep my legs open.

"Two, mistress."

"How many for forgetting to count?"

Since it was my first time forgetting this rule tonight, I went with a logical guess based on her previous punishments. "Five, mistress."

The leather strap covered my pussy from top to bottom.

"Three, mistress."

"Good guess. Care to guess at the other issues you need help with?"

The black paddle swung underhanded. The tip caught my slick hole.

"Four, mistress. Not remembering what's in my report, mistress."

"Mmmm," she said as she delivered another backhanded blow to my throbbing pussy.

"Five, mistress," I called out obediently.

"What about the report is a problem?"

I swallowed a whimper, knowing I would only add to the count if I guessed.

"I don't recall, mistress."

"I see. So, you have no idea what the total count is?" She grinned down at me knowing I was in a trap of my own making.

"No. I don't know what the total count is, mistress."

"Shame. Then you'll have no idea when this will be over. Yes?"

"Yes, mistress," I said as she delivered the next blow. "Six, mistress."

Tears dripped down my cheeks, by the time she delivered the tenth counted strike to my cunt. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop them. Fifteen smacks with a thick leather paddle was too much. Worse was only ten counted toward whatever the total was that I couldn't remember.

"Hands on the chair, baby slut."

"Yes, mistress." I gripped the arms of the chair knowing that the next few blows would be the hardest and yet relieved my clit would be spared more pain for the short term.

Her arm turned slightly indicating a backhanded swing. Knowing from the earlier set, this was going to hurt, my fingers dug into the arm of the chair.

The sting of a thousand pinpricks exploded over my labia as she rapidly delivered two blows.

"Eleven, twelve, mistress!"

The lady at the store did not mention that the pelt was designed to fit perfectly between my widespread legs.

Mistress slid the paddle over my slit, it felt like a smooth hand. Unfortunately, that didn't last long, and the next three smacks were delivered quickly. I was a panting pathetic mess. My cunt was aching, and I had an overwhelming desire to ram my fingers inside me until I came in a loud, shattering climax.

There was a long moment as she watched me catch my breath. I thought it might be over until she stepped behind me. The memory of the ruler from last week came rushing back. I knew the next series was going to be the most painful. The leather would easily strike my pussy from top to bottom in one blow.

Since I couldn't see her, the waiting was agonizing. My body tensed. I had no way to brace for impact. Just as I started to relax, she struck.

My back arched and my mouth opened. I fought back a scream of surprise.

"Sixteen, mistress," I panted.

A long moment of silence dropped over the room, but I knew she was waiting for me to calm down.

No matter how I told my body more was coming, it finally eased back into the chair. I regulated my breathing just as the paddle made contact.

My legs trembled with the effort to stay open and accept my punishment like a good slut.

"Seven - seventeen, mistress."

I pursed my lips and blew out small puffs of air as she delivered the next two quickly.

"Eighteen, nineteen, mistress."

She did like a pattern of five and I was hoping twenty was the end of my punishment.

The wait seemed like an eternity. My traitorous body relaxed back into the chair even as my mind knew there had to be at least one more.

I watched as the leather kissed my pussy. My first thought was that the last one wasn't so bad. Then a wave of fire swept over my cunt and up my torso into my chest.

I screamed as the stinging between my legs rushed into every nerve ending in my body. My toes gripped the edge of the desk. I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing my head against the back of the chair. My only focus was to keep my legs open and my hands on the chair.

Between ragged breaths, I managed to say, "Twenty, mistress."

Sweat beaded on my forehead, but she didn't move. I prayed there wasn't more. I was positive if I cared to look at my abused pussy, it would bed red and swollen. I wasn't sure I could take anymore, but absurdly I didn't want to ask for mercy either. It was important that she knew I could be held accountable for my actions, good or bad.

Her fingers ran through my hair, brushing the damp locks off my forehead.

"How many left?"

Tears trickled down my cheeks. "I don't know, mistress," I whispered.

She stopped playing with my hair, resting the paddle between my legs.

I tensed, waiting for the next strike. Instead, she lightly ran the cool leather over my swollen labia. I moaned. The cool leather felt wonderful against the radiating heat. It felt like a soft hand cupping my pussy, sending mixed signals to my brain.

"I can finish now, or we can add the rest to your penalty. However, the amount owed may be doubled. It depends on how the rest of the status meeting goes."

I almost burst out laughing. Status meeting? Is that what she thought this was? It was the most bizarre and yet, most enjoyable status meeting I'd ever been in.

Without a doubt, I knew my ass could take more. I just wondered what the original count was, it couldn't be much more than thirty. So, gambling on only ten left, twenty on the high side, plus the penalty, I reasoned my ass was a better choice.

"I would like to add it to my penalty, mistress."

"Very well." I could hear the smile in her voice. "Let's get on with it, shall we?"

She placed the paddle on the desk and returned to her chair. She lifted her chin at me. "Open."

The indication that she wanted me to not only touch my pussy, but grip my labia and pull it open, almost brought me to tears again.

I set my jaw, steadying myself for the pain that I was going to inflict on cunt. I was mortified when a squelching sound came from between my legs as I pried my lower lips apart. The musky scent of excitement at being pussy whipped wafted into the air.

Her chuckle enhanced my humiliation, and I just wanted to slither into a hole. I couldn't believe my stupid pussy was showing her how turn on I was at being reduced to a horny slut.

 

"Now, we can go back to the details of the account movement on the tenth. Right hand."

I swallowed a whimper as I slid a finger into my wet hole, careful to avoid my oversensitive clit.

The next twenty minutes seemed like an eternity as I rammed my fingers as deep as I could into my pussy trying to avoid touching my clit. My juices dripped down onto the leather chair.

The questions on specific items for me to follow up on were a blur. I wasn't sure how I was going to remember without taking notes, compounded by focusing on not cumming. My muscles spasmed and I was getting close again.

I fought the urge as long as I could, but I had to admit defeat when pussy muscles tightened around my fingers. I started begging, "Please, mistress. Please I need to cum."

"I want more information on the Carrington distributor. The inventory and shipment dates."

My legs were trembling. My mistress was pushing me to the limit. "I need to cum. Please, mistress." I no longer cared how pathetic I looked with my hips bucking in time to my fingers.

I needed permission before it was too late.

With a sigh, she tossed her glasses on the desk and leaned back in the chair. "Did you play with that slutty cunt after our meeting last week?"

The sloshing sounds between my legs continued as I pushed and pulled three fingers inside me. I couldn't believe she wanted to talk about what I did last week. I just needed to cum.

"Yes, mistress," I replied, my breath coming out in gasps.

"Yes, what, baby slut?"

"Ugh, please."

She looked unmoved by my current situation as I grew wetter and closer to going over the edge. I curled my toes on the desk. I was quite sure the current pain between my legs would pale in comparison to it being punished for cumming without permission.

"Yes, I played with my slutty cunt, mistress."

"How often?"

How could she consistently find ways to degrade me? Why did I get off on being treated like a slut?

"Almost - almost every day, mistress," I grunted.

She laughed. The amusement in her eyes and the warm sound of it sent a shiver through me. My chest grew tight in confusion of pleasing her and embarrassment as she imagined me masturbating to her every day.

"Impressive." Her eyes flickered over me watching my fingers disappear into my cunt. "With what?" Her eyes locked onto mine.

Despite how pathetic I must look with my hips thrusting up and down impaling myself on my fingers, I never looked away or closed my eyes.

"My fingers."

She lifted one eyebrow.

"A vibrator." My legs were shaking with the effort to hold back. "Oh, please, mistress."

"Can't wait to see this vibrator. Is it as nice as my cock?"

A heat of embarrassment rushed over me. My small vibrator compared to her thick strap. I could see her laughing at it. Another pitiful attempt at trying to satisfy myself when she wasn't around.

I moaned at the thought of her pounding my cunt with her cock.

"No, it's not as nice or as fulfilling as your cock, mistress. Please. Please I need to cum, mistress."

"Yes, yes. You've been whining about it all evening; however, I don't think you need to. I think you need to learn what it means." She crossed her arms on the desk, leaning forward. Her gazed dropped to my cunt for an excruciating long few seconds.

She nodded as is if reaching a decision. "Typically, I would start your lessons next week."

She slowly raised her eyes, taking in my heaving tits, the fine layer of perspiration between my breasts. Her dark green eyes met mine. Something told me I wasn't going to like what she was going to say next.

"But seeing how you are already struggling with the meaning of words, we'll start today. It should make you more focused on your training next week."

My breath hitched, I was almost at the point of no return.

"Stop."

I yanked my fingers from my sopping cunt with mere milliseconds to spare. My thighs and pussy muscles squeezed with the effort to hold back. I was so close I wanted to cry. Hopefully, my good behavior to follow the rules would allow me to cum before I left. Worse case, I would have to wait until I made it home. Or in my car on the side of the road.

As my breathing returned to normal, I pulled my pussy lips wide.

She waited until I calmed down before explaining what she had in mind. "This week's lesson is going to cover what need is. Effective immediately, you only touch that slutty cunt when I tell you to. You are not allowed to touch it or cum without my permission. Both of which you must ask for."

No! Oh my god, no, she couldn't, she wouldn't be so cruel as to have me play with myself all evening only to send me home frustrated.

I pressed my lips together to keep the whining thoughts to myself. I was lightheaded at the thought of not being able to cum when I left tonight. There was no way I could make it to tomorrow without an orgasm.

When the corners of her lips turned up slightly, I knew I was in more trouble.

"If you need to cum between the time you leave tonight and our meeting next week, you will text me: I need. I'll text back when to start playing with your cunt and when to stop. You will not cum. For each day that you need, you will add one session per day. For example, if you need to cum tomorrow, you will text one time that you need to cum. If you need to cum Friday, you will text me for permission for two sessions, but not back-to-back. Saturday would be three sessions, Monday four, and so on. If you somehow manage to go a whole day without a session then the next time you need a session, you add one more from the last time you had a session."

Her eyes never left mine as the lesson was explained to me.

If I texted every day for a week, she would have me edging up to eight times a day. Twenty-eight times if I couldn't manage to keep my hands from between my legs between now and next week.

My pussy clenched in excitement, begging for attention I was no longer allowed to give it without express orders from my mistress.

"Any questions about your lesson this week, baby slut?"

"During a session, mistress, what should I use?"

"That's up to you. Fingers, vibrator, whatever." She waved a hand in the air. "Just ensure that cunt doesn't cum. And be ready to provide details on what you used per session."

I licked my lips. "Is there any penalty for not requesting a session, mistress?"

"No, but there will be penalties for touching or cumming without permission." Her smile grew wider. "Trust me, I will know. So, you would be wise to admit your failings versus trying to hide them."

I shivered as she answered the question I didn't ask out loud.

"What," I cleared my throat. "What are the penalties, mistress?"

With a small shake of her head, she said, "That is something you'll find out should you fail to follow the lesson plan."

She paused, waiting to see if I had any other questions. When I remained silent, she asked, "Anything else, baby slut?"

I wanted to beg for an alternative, but I was afraid she'd make it harder or double what it already was. It was better to agree to it and try not to text at all. I could do this. I would show her that I could control myself when she wasn't around to do it for me.

"No, mistress. I understand."

"Good. One last tip. Make sure to plan your sessions appropriately. Wouldn't want to be in the grocery store when your session started, now would you?" Her green eyes bright.

I stopped breathing at the image of me caught out and about when being told to start my session. Would she really wait until I was at work or running errands to start?

"Breath, baby slut." Her voice was soft and warm.

I blinked and refocused on her.

"I will do my best to ensure your session starts as soon as possible after you send the request. If somehow, I don't, then text pause. When it's safe to start, text resume."

I exhaled. I closed my eyes for a long moment, focusing on settling my breath and relaxing my limbs.

She wasn't set on embarrassing me at work or in public, unless that was my choice. I still had a choice. Which made me almost giggle. Here I was sitting naked with my legs and pussy lips spread before another woman who was totally clothed, dictating to me the objectives of the lesson in need.

She pushed back her chair, and I opened my eyes.

"Now, why don't you come over here and show me how grateful you are."

"Yes, mistress," I replied, dropping my aching legs. I wiggled my toes to get the feeling back.

My mistress moved over to the couch where I dropped to my knees and unbuttoned her gray slacks. As I slipped the material over her legs, I inhaled her earthy scent. The red silk panties clung to her mons, and I smiled. Seeing that she was just as turned on by our meeting as I was, made my heart beat faster.

I licked my lips as I slowly drew the silky fabric down her long smooth legs. In a few minutes, I would be rewarded with her excitement, making her cum with my tongue.

She slid back on the couch once I freed her from her clothes, and I needed no encouragement when she spread her legs. I crawled between her feet, lightly pressing my lips to the inside of her thigh just above the knee. I licked and pressed kisses along the inside of one leg then the other.

A soft sigh escaped her lips when I ran the tip of my tongue over the top of her smooth mons. I looked up at her. Her eyes closed and lips slightly parted as her breathing became more labored. I kissed the hood hiding her clit, closing my eyes to savor her.

I rubbed my nose back and forth, spreading her labia. With the flat of my tongue, I ran it from her hole to the top of her pussy.

She groaned, spreading her legs wider. "That's a good slut. Thank your mistress for her generous training."

I moaned into her pussy, feeling the vibration against her skin as more of her nectar dripped out. I swirled my tongue over her clit, circling down to dip into her hot hole.

Her fingers slid into my hair, "That's it, baby slut. Take your time thanking me." She moaned, arching up.

I inhaled deeply as I ran my nose over the hood hiding her clit, encouraging the little nub to grow and poke its head out. I blew on it, watching it spring to life.

I took my time, savoring every inch of her pussy, licking and nibbling all her sensitive spots. Her breathing turned to gasps as she rhythmically pushed up to meet my thrusting tongue.

Her fingers tightened in my hair, her hips raised, and an orgasm washed over her.

As the first wave receded, I slid two fingers into her. I swirled them deep inside before looking up between her legs.

The green smokey eyes watched me. Her chest rose and fell rapidly.

Without looking away, I pushed three fingers deep inside her warm slick pussy.

"That's nice. Oh," she gasped as I created a suction with my lips around her clit.

Her gaze never wavered as I spread my fingers wide. I pushed and pulled them slowly.

The muscles clenched my fingers. I turned my wrist so I could curl my index finger over her g spot.

Her lips parted, but no sound came out. She pulled on my hair, making my scalp burn, but I didn't care.

The look of ecstasy on her face was worth a little pain. I slowly released the suction around her nub, moving my fingers faster. I alternated between ramming them deep inside and rubbing her special spot. I swirled the tip of one finger around the spot making her arch higher off the couch.

"Fuck, baby slut. Yes. Show me how much you like being my slut."

Her breath turned to panting as we watched each other. I felt every inch her baby slut, kneeling before her and looking up at her between her legs. Her arousal coating my fingers. Her muscles clamped down on my fingers as I slowly pulled her clit back into my mouth. I sealed the sensitive nub between my lips and spread my fingers wide, rubbing against every inch of her pussy.

I held onto her as her hips bucked faster. With a scream, a second orgasm rushed through her. I left my fingers inside, motionless as I lapped up her juices.

As her body started to sink back onto the couch, she released the grip on my head. Through half hooded eyes, she watched as I rubbed my face over her freshly serviced pussy.

She quirked an eyebrow. I wanted her to know I would happily wear her pussy juices home. I wanted to smell her long after I left.

"Jesus, you really are a slut."

My face turned red. I wasn't sure if it was a compliment or not, but the humiliation of being called out made me rub my thighs together.

She pursed her lips as if waiting for an answer.

"Yes, mistress." I licked my fingers clean as she watched, as her body came down for the high of her orgasms.

"You're going to be fun to train." She grinned.

I bowed my head, wondering what I'd gotten myself into.

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