1 comments/ 93543 views/ 5 favorites Working Day By: AndyS_uk I wrote this whilst you were in York. I sat at my desk in your favourite undies. I was trying to get rid of the frustration and need for you. This made it worse but I did always say that I loved to be teased and made to wait! This, though, was incredibly hard to do...just needed you close, my cock inside you, my fingers touching you and my tongue licking you. Don't know how good this is but hope that you will also imagine this wanton, frustrated wreck writing it for you!! This comes, as always, with, as well as desire, much, much love. He woke up early as normal. He had not had too much sleep but this was not, as before, due to worry but due to spending so much time enjoying her body. She had seemed to think that all that he did was for her benefit but this was not at all true. He had loved to tease her, play with her, make her cum incessantly until both her body and mind were exhausted. Despite his look and attire the man in him had both given and taken much pleasure. He looked at her and saw the face that he loved and served which was, in its turn, dedicated to him. Their life was much more peaceful and fulfilled now; sometimes he even dared to believe that it would last. He hoped so...so much. She slept and he decided to visit the bathroom and make coffee. He got out of bed, his body relishing the soft polyester against his skin. He had worn the underwear for her last night and relished the extra excitement that it gave her. Man in woman's underwear, hardness within the soft and dainty pure white garments. As he took a step towards the door he heard her voice, "Wait!" A sleepy command but one that he would have heeded at any time. He loved to be at her beck and call as much as he loved to command and posess her. The perfect relationship that gave and received so much at all times. He turned a little and smiled at the sleepy face. "Morning." he smiled, "Sleep OK?" There was concern in his voice but she needed none. "Darling," she said, "would you please pick up those clothes on the floor as you go?" "Sure." He replied, eager to please. As he bent she watched as the high-cut panties crept further up his long, smooth legs and clung to his ass. She loved to watch his long body as the virginal-white underwear clung to it. These were her favourites for him and she felt her pussy dampen as his movements excited her. He picked up each garment, folding it and placing it neatly on the laundry basket hidden in the alcove. He knew how she liked to watch and knew how his continual bending would affect her. Each step and movement was graceful and feminine; he had learned to adapt his movements for the clothes that he wore for her and she loved the ambivalence of his personality. Her submissive or lesbian lover. Her hard man. He would be and was many things to her and he loved the pleasure that he was able to give. As he bent the movement excited him too and he felt the soft material stroking gently against hard nipples each time he stretched. At last, after a slow and methodical process, the floor was clear and he turned to her. The covers were pulled back and the raptured look was evident on her face as her fingers slowly stroked her wet sex. His mouth opened a little, surprised at the rapid turn of events. "May I watch?" he asked. "Please?". His voice was soft, again in keeping with his attire. She nodded, her mouth forming a silent agreement. He could see that she was focused on her hungry pussy and that words were un-needed then. He sat at the end of the bed watching as her fingers slipped faster and faster in and out of her cunt. He loved to watch. His body ached to take her again but he steeled himself against the temptation, teasing it with the hunger that she generated in him. Instinctively his cock became hard; another tease as he could feel the silkiness of the underwear stroke his manhood gently. His fingers reached to slowly caress his sensitive nipples as he watched her. He could see the wetness on her fingers as they pulled out of her juices before returning again. His nipples became hard and enlarged; a woman's reaction in a man's body but he knew that, by touching himself like that, she would be able to see his excitement which would in turn excite her still more. He began to talk softly, telling her how lovely it was to watch her, how his nipples and cock felt, verbally fucking his lover's pussy. His fingers pushed more quickly and frantically against his nipples and his hand lowered occasionally to brush against his cock. His lips parted, breaths coming in short gasps as he heard her cry out as she came. Her body tightened and her pussy muscles clamped down on her fingers which were buried deep inside her. He watched as small aftershocks jolted her body and his nipples yearned for her teasing caress. Her eyes opened and she gave him a small smile. "Thankyou." She said, "Such a lovely way to wake up." She watched his fingers on his chest for a few moments. "Want me to do that?" She asked. He was so, so tempted. "God yes." He exclaimed, "But I need to save myself for you. Actually I want to hold myself back; to become insatiable for you." She smiled, knowing how much he adored her body; he could happily live and die in a haze of sex with her and she wanted to let him. She knew that he had a need to be strong for her, to deliver the best that he could give from his hairless body. She relished in the excitement that it instilled in her but his self-control only turned her on more. She thought for a moment, deciding whether to tease his frustration by making him go for coffee in such an excited state, or whether to succumb to her own needs and use his body for her pleasure. Each would build the frustration in him, excercise her control and satisfy her. So many good things and the choice was not difficult to make. "Come here, Baby." She said. Her legs were spread a little apart and her wetness evident and so erotic. "Lick me, Darling." She continued. These were the soft pleas of a wanton lover, commands from a dominating Mistress. He took this as both request and instruction. Each made him more hard knowing that his lover desired him and that his Mistress had commanded. He lay on the bed, his tongue licking gently at her pussy lips. His fingers, again through the fabric of the underwear, played with his own nipples as he teased her cunt. His body responded ecstatically to the taste and smell of her love juice and the closeness of her wet cunt to his face. In turn she loved his gentle caresses. She could find so much desire and satisfaction in the way that he made her feel. Her head swam in a sea of electric feelings that raged through her body and she started to buck her hips up and down to meet the pseudo-prick of his tongue. "Faster." She gasped, "Yes! Just there! Lick it harder!" her voice was more insistent and harsh as she was overcome by the nearness of her orgasm. He followed her words but knew her body well enough to know how to make her cum...or not should he want to make her wait for a while. This was something that had been hard to get used to; being brought to the brink of orgasm by his tongue but then having him allow her cum to subside. He had made her wait many times but, at others, had just fucked her incessantly with his mouth until she came. Whether she had to wait or not her orgasms were always wild, gorgeous and abandoned. He loved what he could do to and for her and she, although his Mistress, was a slave to the wonderful feelings that he gave her. Her voice was urgent, strangled by the deep breaths that she had to take. Her body rocked wildly and he forsake his tender nipples and wrapped his arms around her thighs, pushing down on her hips with his hands and holding her to the bed. His tongue drove inside her, suckling on her body nectar and frenziedly attacking the swollen bud of her clit. So strong her hips pushed towards his face, urging his tongue to bring even more pressure to bear. "Oh God. Yes! Good girl! You're such a good girl!" Her mind gathered in his femininity and urged her body on to yet more urgent movement as her sweet, virgin, lesbian lover gave her head. She writhed under the pretty girls ministrations and took on the manner of a seasoned lover, praising her lover's efforts and urging her not to stop. Suddenly her whole body was wracked and she pushed herself against him. The orgasm sent her into spasm and would not relinquish her until her body had endured jolt after jolt of small, violent after-shocks. Her body started to relax but his tongue was still lapping, sweetly and gently at her wet, wet love-tunnel. He loved to be her slave. Loved to be her lover. Needed her to allow him to drown himself in her eager lust. He needed to be her man; strong and powerful, able to take control. He needed to be her panty-boy, male dressed to be humiliated by his Mistress if she desired. He needed to be her lesbian lover, knowing her feelings and needs as only a woman can. The combination resulted in an unbridled passion for them both. He felt her body moved and assumed that it was her hips, again moving to closer enjoy the caress of his slow-moving tongue. Then he realised that she was on her knees, moving down the bed towards him. Correctly reading her intentions he rolled onto his back, a waiting mouth eager for her wetness to descend onto his face. He knew that she must be going out of her mind with desire to do this for she still had not been able to comprehend his desire to be engulfed by her dripping sex. She worried that it may disgust him and he seemed not to be able to convince her that he desired it as much as she did. He yearned for her pussy to press hard against his mouth, needing the deepest penetration of his tongue. His body ached for her to cover him with her sweet juices. He never tired of them and, as she moved over him, her fingers slid over his hard nipples. She continued to play with them, feeling her love-juice drip from her cunt and onto his face. His nipples seemed to harden even more to her touch and his rock-hard cock strained against the confinement of his knickers. Aware that he needed to release the cum that was pent up in her body he reached up and moved her hands from his own nipples to hers. Although she wanted to feel the silk material against his body he wanted to contain his frustration and to show her unrivalled dedication and eagerness to bring her pleasure. Her hands played with her own large, hard nipples; stretching and teasing the eager bounds and grasping her firm breasts. Her body responded to the feel of her hands and they helped to unlock the door to her orgasm. Her head rolled backwards as her full weight pushed onto his face through her pussy. She cried out, again and again, louder and louder as she reached and then passed the brink. He felt another flood of warmth on his face and slowed his tongue to relish and lap at the result of her orgasm. Gently she slid from him, breathing fast, sweat on her brow and bathing in the afterglow as he stroked gently the outside of her thighs; not trying to instill more excitement but merely trying to relax her taut body, knowing that her need could easily return if he touched too directly. He watched her, parallel with her shaven pussy which glistened with her cum. He watched her breasts rise and fall, watched her face and drank in the beauty that he saw. She knew he could hardly talk to her without getting hard. Every time he looked she fired dreams and desires in him. He half closed his eyes, imagining her teasing caress on his nipples, insistent and prolonged. He imagined his cock inside her, thrusting passionately into one of her tight, wet holes. He imagined her strap-on cock, a toy as yet untried, which would part the folds of his pussy and seal his submission to her. His hardness ached to be relieved but, with a will he controlled it, saving himself for her pleasure and, at the same time, increasing his own desire. "Coffee!" he said suddenly, bending and kissing her smooth mound. He walked to the kitchen and then to the bathroom after switching on the kettle. He sat on the toilet, a feminine affectation but a practical one. He knew the part had to be played well and enjoyed playing it to it's full. Underwear now absolved of the hardness of his excited cock he returned to the kitchen, made coffee and took it into the bedroom. She was talking to him as he entered the room and he heard her asking to wear something special for her today. "Of course, Hon." He returned. No question, just eagerness to be part of her thoughts and feelings. "You know I have a client at 11?" she asked. He nodded, meeting her eyes over a wisp of smoke as he lit cigarettes for them. Well I want you to help me get ready; just be with me whilst I have a bath and do my make up and get dressed. Then I want to help you...or at least instruct you in how I want you to look. I want to be able to spend the time in there knowing that you are waiting for me and I want to know how sexy you look." I nodded, excitement stirring my cock and my body almost clamouring to feed from her instruction and to look as best as I could. She went on with a firm, no-nonsense edge in her voice that took me by surprise. "You will wear that little black dress. Black underwear that I shall choose and pale stockings. You will wear your black high heels that I bought you. I will help you make your face up and you will wear the wig. I want my slut to be waiting for me, eager, feminine and wanton. It's not always easy doing this job so I want something to look forward to." Even if she had had no reason I would have followed her request with no question but this did surprise me - it was the first time that I had been asked to dress as a woman when other people were around. I tended not to see clients; often other people being around could make them tense and she needed to put them at their ease, comfortable in the surroundings. She looked at me, straight in the eye. "I sell a service to the clients," she said, "but I want you to give me your body and soul without question." She knew that she could have anything that I could give but she wanted to set the rules and have me understand my place for now. "Yes, Mistress." I replied, formally. "Your commands are always my desire." It sounded a little trite but her excitement was as evident as mine. Her lips parted, the look in her eyes. She had something to look forward to and, for the first time, she wanted her slut to be ready for her and to know her place. Her desires and needs were many and exciting. I loved to be so many things for her and she was ecstatic that she could take so many acts and personalities from me. A half hour later she sat, clean and wrapped in a large, mauve bath sheet, on the bed. Her make-up bag beside her and I told her that I was off to bathe. "Ok, Baby." She smiled at me. So much love and lust and caring. I couldn't imagine how I could have been so lucky. In a short time I had shaved, face and legs, pubes and armpits. Hairs were kept to a minimum but I made sure that they were as non-existent as possible. I stood on the bath mat and wondered for a short while. Wondered how she would let me look...just like a girl or like a man in drag? Probably the former; she wanted not to humiliate but to accept the subservience and relish the pretty creature that I knew she sometimes needed. I knew that I would try so hard to be elegant, sexy and eager. I needed to show her just how good her baby girl could be. Dried but with no deodorant or body spray I took myself into her, towel around my body. As I entered the room she looked at me disapprovingly. "Baby," she said, "young ladies do not go around with towels around their waists - they fasten them around their boobs." She herself often walked around with a towel around her waist and was dressed that way at the moment. Her boobs and ever-wanton nipples always excited me. But this time she needed to build the situation paying attention to detail. I apologised and rearranged the towel. Her eyes, sparkling, lashes heavy with mascara and with a dark eyeshadow that made them stand out, looked at me. She patted the bed. "Time for your face." She said. I sat down in front of her as she faced away from the window. I was eager to see her reaction as she applied cosmetics to my face. We had often talked of make up but had not got to this point before. We always decided that we needed more time and for things to be unrushed. But also the trouble was that just the sight of me naked, in her knickers or even a pair of jeans sent her pulse racing and, as I said before, I was always hot just by talking to her. It left us little time to prepare properly but she was matter-of-fact and gentle now. Painstakingly she applied lipstick, eyeshadow, mascara and liner, pencilled my now-thin eyebrows and dabbed a light smelling fragrance on my neck. Hardly had she started the process when I noticed the tightening her nipples and, abruptly, she crossed her legs beneath her towel. I loved the way it must be making her feel; I didn't need to ask as I knew her body so well by now. I was so pleased to find out for certain that this was something that we were both excited about; it's always difficult to judge when you feel as though you have inflicted your own desires on someone. I knew how much she loved me; she would have jumped out of the window to please me so to see her body respond in that way allayed any further doubts. She slipped my towel to waist and moved her head to kiss each of my nipples in turn. She must have felt me catch my breath for she smiled up at me. "Nice?" she said, pinching each nipple between forefinger and thumb. She squeezed a little harder and twisted. A gorgeous excitement passed through my body at her touch and she looked downwards at the bulge in the towel that emphasised the re-awakening of my cock. "Oh, Baby!" she breathed. I suspected that only then did she realise the power that she had over me. It was one thing to say that you would obey her commands, quite another to actually desire to. She looked at me, half smile, half the look that spoke volumes to me as I knew it was the look that her face always took on when she became aroused. She exercised her power again, pulling strongly and twisting my nipples. Not enough to hurt more than a little but enough to show just who was pulling my strings. "Like that?" the smile was again made of happiness and lust. "Yes, Mistress." I fell into my part so easily. "I love your touch. I love you playing with my nipples. I'm so hot to feel your touch on them. Please don't stop!" This last was a plea from the heart as, especially following my earlier frustration, I was aching for her to play with me. She knew all this of course. Knew how turned on I got when she played with me like that. She had come to know the excitement that could run riot through my body when she teased those so-sensitive places. She loved the way that my breasts seemed to fill out when she played and she wanted to urge them to become just one size bigger. Breasts that would emphasise the cut of a dress, bra or negligee. Breasts that could be teased and played with. Firm, feminine breasts. Breasts eager, excited and pliant to add dimension to the role that I played for her. Nothing that would detract from the man she loved but to emphasise the little girl that they both loved to play with. "Slut!" she said suddenly and released her grip from my tits. It was a harsh word, normally one we would use in passionate moments rather than sedate ones like this. But I knew that she was addressing the wanton girl that she saw in front of her and also the one that she wanted to be ready for her later. Her hands moved again over my front, applying blusher to the insides of my breasts. She had told me previously that this would help to emphasise cleavage. Sitting back she looked over me, admiring her work and seeing the beginning of someone else. "Fuck!" she said, unusual for her. "You're so sexy. God I feel wet just looking!" I smiled, pleased that she was pleased and feeling as though she had carved a masterpiece for herself. I hadn't seen what she did - but her reaction made me feel so special. Working Day She rose from the bed and I went to sit on the end of it as she took clothes from hangers and draws. She put them close to me on the bed and then she too, sat close, by the wall. She pulled me to her; an unexpected move for it was very tender and undemanding. There was no lustful intention in it. She looked me in the eye and kissed me. Her lips were soft and tender against mine. I would die for her kisses! I loved it when our tongues fought each other, flaying and exploring in our passion. But I loved this, so unusual, kiss. Her gaze never faltered. "Baby." She said, "Tell me if you're not happy at any time, OK?" I nodded to her, grateful for the love that had, gradually and painstakingly, allowed the diverse sexual animal in me to escape over a traumatic year. The same love that had just said that I need run only as far as I wanted to. "Will you dress for me?" she asked, a little tentatively. Maybe before I would have hesitated but the few words that had allowed me to say "No" had also made me so eager to say "Yes". I was so grateful to her. We shared the excitement but never wanted to hurt each other, never wanted to push too far. She was so wonderful then and I knelt by her feet, looking adoringly up at her. "From your lover and friend," I said, my hand holding hers, "I would do anything for you at this moment and I would love to dress for you." Then I went on but my gaze had fallen to her feet, "And from your slut, " I said, "your submissive, your maid, your toy...I want only to serve my Mistress, with no question in my mind or heart and wish never to disobey her commands and instruction. Yes Mistress, I will dress for you." I kissed her as I stood up, the transition from submissive to lover an easy one. We both knew where we stood and there was always time to keep real feelings in the situation. After all this was, to us, totally real. A life that excluded most day to day things and allowed us to live exclusively for each other. I picked up the pale stockings. They were patterned at the top, lace topped hold-ups. Suspenders can be so attractive but I thought that she may have been looking for as few lines from undergarments as possible. It also stated simplicity and prettiness. My foot rested on the bed as I slid the stockings up. My knee was bent and my body leant forward. I caressed the stocking over smooth skin. I controlled my erection to some extent, knowing that it could ruin the picture for her. I tried so hard and I saw that she smiled several times as I dressed. She was looking straight at my face when she did so and I knew that she realised what it was doing to me and why I didn't let it show. I slipped the patterned black thong up my legs. All things that she had bought were checked for their fullness and ability to hold the masculine side of me in control. The thong would not have held a cock taken over by raging lust but was currently fine. I pulled a black clip-up band around my waist. I fastened a dozen hooks and eyes, feeling it tighten around me. I turned the clips to the back and moved the garment up my body, feeling the cups lift and support my tiny breasts. I could not resist to glide my fingers over the cups, feeling my nipples jutting out, so very hard. I must have looked surprised for she laughed quietly. "You don't just feel good, Baby." She said, "You look good too!" Somehow I seemed to have been taken over by my role; I was so pleased to accept her compliments. I felt like a giggly schoolgirl! And an hour or so ago I had my head between her legs keeping her pinned to the bed! I took my thoughts back to the present and stopped questioning. "Go with the flow." She had always advised. I did. I slipped the dress up my body. Black, as the dress was, is a traditional colour for a maid but this had a different cut. It was very light; it hugged the curves of my torso and seemed to accentuate the shape of my breasts and the cleavage that she had enhanced for me. The neckline dropped a little into my cleavage but otherwise it was cut straight across below my shoulders. The hem was cut in an uneven and so was halfway up my thigh on the right and floated down just above the knee on the left. The material moved with me as I spun in it. It seemed to take forever to float down to rest, like being clothed in clouds! It was light, simple and beautiful. I knew it must have taken a lot of thought to find it but was not troubled; the look that she had found was what she wanted to see...and the material was something that I wanted to feel. Her eyes told me she wasn't disappointed. She gestured me closer, her eyes taking in the split skirt on my right leg. My thigh became totally exposed and from my foot all the way up to my hip could be seen. I saw her bite her lip and knew that her lust was, for her, almost at the point where she had to let it out. Her eyes glanced up towards me, coming back to reality. She reached to a bag that I hadn't seen. "Kneel for me, Hon" she said. I did, keeping her feet, correctly, in my field of vision. The bag rustled and I felt my head being covered. A thousand electric shocks went up my spine as I realised the extent of her attention to detail. I felt fine hair fall to my shoulders and hoped that I could do justice to her efforts. She fluffed my hair, slightly arranging it. She seemed thoughtful, considering the whole effect maybe. She pushed open-toed, dainty black sandals towards me. The heel no more than a couple of inches. I slid in my feet, one by one, and strapped them on. The shoes were the last to go on but the finishing touch to making feel so very feminine. My minds eye saw a made up guy with a soft, feminine form whilst I felt like a very sexy girl. My eyes asked her of her opinion. She looked me over, the way that guys do when they see a good looking woman. She gloated, it was like she almost raped me in her mind. Her gaze was so deep it reached inside me. But then, if she could see that, in a person that she knew so well, perhaps the effect wasn't as superficial as I had feared and I basked in the effect that I had on her. Her actions to what stood before her were blatant. She moved one leg up to rest on the bed where she sat. Her towel slipped to uncover her now wide-apart pussy lips. Without changing the direction of her look she slid, slowly but firmly, two fingers as deep inside her as possible. Unusually she kept her eyes open; they feasted on this image that she had created and her fingers moved faster in and out of her body. Her cum seemed to running freely, soaking her pussy and the towel on which she sat and dripping from her fingers as they slid from her cunt. I knew that she could last only seconds and watched, spellbound and turned on, desperate to watch her orgasm as she looked at me. She came, suddenly, almost quietly for her but I suspect that the intensity just left her speechless. For almost a minute her body was ripped by the aftershocks that she always felt. But these seemed to be so intense that they seemed to wrench her as much as the main orgasm. At last she opened her eyes and teased me by licking her wet fingers and then sliding them back into her pussy, collecting her love juice. She could sense my excitement and she wanted to share hers with me. She pointed to the long mirror. I stood in front of it, looking slowly from toe to top, hoping that I wouldn't see a drag-queen parody. When I completed the look I realised that I shouldn't have worried. The sandals were dainty, the stockings pretty, the dress simple, huggy and demure. Behind my face I could see myself but it took little to see into the face of the girl whom my Mistress saw. For both their sakes I was pleased. I turned away from the mirror and she looked up at me. "Thankyou." I said. She smiled and reached for clothes for herself. I stood and watched but my eyes stayed rooted to the spot in front of her feet. We had got this far and I had no wish to spoil it. She slid black stockings to the top of her thighs. They were black hold-ups and hugged, as fine as cobwebs, to her hairless legs. After the second stocking slid up her leg I could resist no more and looked up a little, feasting like a voyeur on my naked Mistress wearing nothing but stockings, jewellery and make-up. I have no idea how I kept even a semblance of control. I felt like I had been detached from reality and was desperate to throw her onto the bed and plough my rock hard cock into her hot, wet pussy. My cock was aching and I was desperate to fuck her. I didn't just want her - my body desperately needed her. She looked at me, straight and hard. "No!" she almost shouted. The word was a direct command, one chance to do as directed. I dared not do otherwise. I fought with my lust but suspect that I just ended up with a restless cock and driblets of precum oozing into my pretty thong. I was sad that I had put a stain on her painstaking work, but glad that the female had taken over a few things but certainly not the way that I wanted her. I watched with lowered eyes again as she slid a black thong up her legs and then fastened a short skirt around her waist. The black leather ended high above her stocking tops. She fastened a black basque around her and then pulled it around so that her breasts were supported by the underwired cups. Her full breasts were tantalizingly evident over the half cups and the basque squeezed them together. My eyes were tortured by the sight of her firm boobs, enticing me towards them but allowing no access. I would have begged so hard to be able to touch, to play, to tease and suck. The continual turn on had left me needy, rampant, wanton. So full of lust. I was going out of my mind...nothing had ever been this subtle or prolonged or intense. There was no touch to appease it or to play with it. It was a mental battle of lust that I was desperate to confront. She eased up her long, soft leather, thigh length boots. She zipped up their length and stood in heels several inches high. She reached for a belt; thick and with studs and rings. She fastened the several buckles and it clinched her waist just a little tighter. She stood before me and, with furtive glances I drank in her thighs between skirt hem and stocking top. I wanted to look, caress and try and be worthy for this black-clad Goddess. Her appearance was, to me, sexually provocative, totally real, three dimensional but totally untouchable. She could command armies and slay them as well just with a look. She was pure sex with a steel coating of danger. Eventually my head stopped reeling, my brain came a little under control, at least enough to focus. "Now, maid." Her voice addressed me. "Tidy this place up and make it suitable." She watched as I picked up towels, emptied the bin, tidied the bed and the lines of shoes. I could feel her eyes watching me, knowing that the skirt was lifting up in places to show a bare ass cheek as I bent over. At first I felt embarrassed but, after a couple of bends I found myself wanting her to look. Wanting her to get excited by my body the way that I lusted after hers. I bent from the waist, picking up imaginery things, feeling the material of the thong slide as deep as possible into the crack of my ass. I knew what she was thinking; I knew that she was looking hard at my pretty ass, surrounded by pretty material and part of a pretty woman. She needed to take the girl, to fuck a tight virgin cunt, to lure her into the ways of lesbian lust. But also she needed his aching, untouched ass to be before her. She wanted to know how it was submitted willingly to a generous Mistress. She needed to know that it was hers to do anything with; to play with, to be used. She needed to know that her panty-boy, her pretty boy in a dress, her sweet little he-girl, would raise his legs above his head and be a wanton receptacle for her desires. I turned towards her, knowing what she needed and knowing that, having come this far, that I would not turn back. I so needed for me to be the object of her lust as she was with me. To fuck my pussy the way that I was freely able to fuck hers. With the room tidied I went and started on the lounge. She followed, watching for errors and, no doubt, storing them away in her memory for future reference...or should that be reprimand? The buzzer from the door heralded the arrival of the client. "When you have tidied I want you to polish your nails for me." She instructed. "She brought in her metal case and placed it on the bench. Opening it without hurrying she selected a colour, placed it next to the case and went out without another word. I watched the leather skirt hugging her ass, wanting her, needing her, but in respect of the position that I had been placed in I said nothing. I was so hard, excited by thoughts of her body. The door clicked shut behind her. Over the next hour I painted finger and toe nails with the light pastel shade she had left. It, like the clothes that she had selected, gave a demure and virginal impression. I hoped that she would be pleased with the result. Everything I did I wanted to be good for her and appreciated by her. Her pleasure was not an option, in my mind it was a necessity. After another half hour, with her voice drifting through the wall, a harsh, commanding voice that carried a sternness that I had never before heard, I heard footsteps and the opening and closing of the door. The lounge door opened and she looked inside. "You OK Hon?" I asked, tenderly. She nodded and smiled, "Fine thanks Baby." She replied, grateful for the concern. And then her look and role changed. "You will only refer to me as Mistress, understand?" "Yes, Mistress." I replied, my role also having changed. I did not look at her but at the floor just inches in front of her feet. "Come here." She commanded and I rose to follow. I felt the dress brush against my thigh and was enraptured by the stocking clad leg that showed itself as I walked. I took a drink in with me for her. She was sitting on the end of the bed and I placed the drink on the shelf. She nodded, knowing that it was her right to be given it and not that I had performed anything more than what was expected. As I moved she watched; heels, stockings and the black dress painting the picture that she desired. A tall girl, a pretty and useful servant. But she knew what lay underneath the dress and her lust encompassed it all. "Come over here. Kneel in front of me." I did, head bowed and the hem of the dress floated down to meet my stockinged legs. She gazed, double-drawing on the cigarette as she feasted on the sight of the female form in front of her. Gently she laid back on the bed. I heard her voice as a haze of smoke drifted towards the ceiling. Her tone was relaxed, almost sleepy. I suspected that she was just euphoric. "Slip of my skirt and thong for me Maid." I unzipped the skirt, trying not to move her more than necessary as I did so. I drew it over her boots. I folded it and placed it to one side and then gripped the thin slivers of material of her thong. Gradually I revealed her pussy as I drew the garment slowly down. In moving slowly it allowed me take in the bare skin and the moisture that clung to the lips. As the thong slipped over her heels she opened her legs a little wider. So cruel to tempt the maid with such an exquisite sight. I longed to touch the damp skin and taste her with my tongue. The whole of my body was tense; wanting but not able to touch. I sat, my eyes resting on her inviting sex. My cock, as tense as the rest of me, ached to slide into the warm wetness that loved it. How long I knelt I do not know. A few minutes maybe. She knew exactly what she was doing and she, it seemed, aimed to ensure her pleasure by extending my frustration. "Lick me." She commanded. I went to move forward but she went on, "Lick me slowly, gently. My pussy needs to be satisfied. It is wet and needy. Don't stop until I say so." My body eased forward, strands of hair falling and brushing along her thighs as I moved. She moaned softly, feeling the trail of soft hair and the warmth of my breath as neared her pussy. I lowered my head and slid the tip of my tongue along the lips of her cunt. "Oh yes, yes." The words were almost a whisper, hidden in a sigh. My mouth enveloped the length of her crack and my tongue probed very slightly between her lips. Her body tensed and I heard her moan again. Steadily I traced inside her cunt with my tongue. Tasting her wetness and desperate for more of her nectar fluid. My tongue probed deeper, feeling the walls of her love tunnel close around it. Time and again I drank droplets of her cum as my tongue slid inside her. More hair fell forward making a warm, safe cave to house her pussy and my mouth. I did not brush the hair away, I wanted her to feel it, to know exactly who was pleasuring her. I wanted her to feel the girl who drank from her Mistresses' cunt. I licked her time and again, my tongue finding every small fold of skin and delving as deep as possible inside her. I moved my head upwards a little, finding her clit and taking it between my lips. I kissed it slowly, lovingly, relishing the hard bud and then teasing it with my flicking tongue. I heard her speak, gasp more like, she had used the words before but never had I felt them so appropriate; she knew that her man was not kneeling between her legs but knew that her Maid, the girl that she had cherished and created, was tongue-fucking her. "Yes, oh yes. You're such a good girl. Lick your Mistress. Fuck her with your tongue. Fuck me you slut. You bitch. Lick me!" Her voice rose as did her hips as her orgasm approached. I felt her hand brush my face as she slid a finger into her tight hole. I reached up and took her hand, stilling its movement. "Please Mistress." I begged, "Please let me." She was torn between her need for satisfaction and her desire to make her Maid make her cum. Her hand drew away, acknowledging that the girl could control and guide her orgasm to a higher level. My head dipped again and I sucked her clit between my lips. She gasped at the intense feeling and then cried out in pleasure as my tongue lapped hard at the little bud. I felt her hands pushing my head harder against her cunt, she ran her fingers through the length of it and then gripped hard as she smothered her sex with my face. Her hips were bucking, desperate for release. Constantly she told me that I was a good girl but that Mistress needed to cum. My tongue lapped and I pushed harder against her clit, faster and harder, my one goal to make her cum and to make her cum blissfully. My face was wet with her cum, my arms ached as I tried to control her writhing body as my tongue drove the orgasm from her cunt, wracking her body and feeling shudder after shudder pass through her. Still I continued to lick, not against her now tender and sensitive clit, but deeper into her pussy and around the lips. Gently I lapped at the drops of cum and savoured the taste. It took some minutes for her to relax and, at that time, I kissed her pussy and raised my head, brushing hair from my face as I awaited her next instruction. I could have stayed there forever, feasting on her insatiable sex, but I didn't want to overstep the mark and thought I should wait until told. She rose on one elbow, looking down at me. "I do love to have you at my feet." She said, "So that you can do whatever I ask, whenever I ask it." "Anything Mistress." I replied without hesitating. I bent my body forward and touched my head to her boot, kissing the long heel." She smiled. "So sweet, such dedication. You're such a good girl. But now; take your dress off and come up on the bed with me and I will fix your make-up." She watched as I slipped, with a little regret I admit, the light dress past my breasts, over my ass and stepped lightly out of it. I folded it and placed it on top of the basket. Working Day "Good girl." She said, "Now come up here." She moved her body up towards the pillows and reached for a tissue and lipstick that stood on the window ledge. Soon she had repaired the smears caused by my attentions to her wet pussy. Having put the make up back she paused and looked at me. I felt her eyes taking in every inch of my body, over my long hair, glossed lips, my breasts, my pubes, my long legs and down to the black heels on my feet. "Come and lie on your side." She said softly, "I want to look at you." I did so, gazing at her. I leaned on my elbow and she ran her eyes slowly along the length of my body. She reached out and stroked my hair, tracing the strands to the bare skin of my shoulders. Her hand slid down my side, over my hip and along my leg, slowing even more as her hand glided over my stockings. Her hand began to return brushing the skin of my bare thigh and over the band on my thong. It slid over the front of the thong, sliding so very lightly, brushing my cock hidden behind the material on the way. Her hand moved up my belly and traced the shape of my breasts. Her fingers grazed outside the fabric of the garment that contained them and then they slid just a tiny amount into the top of the garment, stroking the bare skin of my small tits. My eyes half closed and my lips widened. I took a breath to control the excitement that had shot through my body. She smiled. Knowing not only that she had the power, but exactly what to do with it. Her hand pressed against my shoulder. "Lie back." She told me. "You're such a pretty girl and I want to play with you a little." I turned on my back, one arm placed behind my head, one leg raised so my foot was on the bed. A demure, wanton look, I hoped. I hoped it would please. She gazed, brushing her fingers gently up the length of the leg that lay on the bed. Over the bare thigh. She watched my face as her fingers glided over the flesh, my lips parted and she drank in the sight of the firm, pink lips all-too revealing of the excitement that they betrayed. I felt her fingers carry on towards my sex; my hot, throbbing cock that loved to be a clit. My wet ass that needed to be fucked the way that all girls want to have their cunts fucked. It was hard to be controlled, to not move as she touched me. Flashes of insane and wanton thoughts flashed through my head; my hands tied to the bed, my legs wide and raised up. My Mistress sliding her strap-on cock into me, watching my face, relishing my pleasure as she finalised her slut's feminisation. In my thoughts I cried out, begging her to fuck me, to use me. To watch how her cock excited my clit and how wet my pussy was to accommodate any cock that she wanted to push into me. I begged her to take me, to treat me the way that any lust-filled man would want to take the beautiful slut who was his for the taking. I begged to be allowed to show her how much I would do and I hoped that she would tell me how she wanted me to suck her client's cock as she fucked me, hoped that she would force me to deep throat his tool and lick his balls. Hope that she would order me to slide my pink, girl's lips along his shaft and to use my soft hands with painted fingers to wank him off into my mouth. The more she touched me the more excited I became, aching for more than the soft touch of her fingers. She knew what she was doing though and played me, not played with me, she played me...drawing lust and desire and wonderful torment through every pore in my body. She smiled as I tried not to buck my hips to meet her hand, as I tried not to move my hand to play with myself, as her fingers trailed slowly back down my other leg. My breath was coming in short gasps, ever muscle in my body ached with the wonderful excitement, built up over several hours now. My eyes were half closed, my mind partially with her, feeling every movement of her body, watching her, feeling her light touch. The other part of my mind was a frenzy of lust, of thoughts and visions of being my Mistresses' slave, her maid, her toy...tied, leashed, shackled; in whatever position I was doing as I was told...guided but certainly not under duress...I so desired to be told, to seem to be forced...but I was aching to do all the things that were required of me. I would be her lover, her man, her slave, her maid, her slut, her whore. There was no separation of the role...I was all these things because she wanted it...and because I needed it. Working Dream Part I - The Meeting. The morning began like any other Monday... Up early to get to my next location. Some little one horse town out in the middle of nowhere in Georgia. No excitement this week!! Oh well, I'll get plenty of rest. The flight was uneventful and I picked up my rental car and drove to the office. When I arrive, I introduce myself to the girl at the front counter. He informs me that the manager is in a meeting and should be in soon. She takes me to the desk next to the Manager's. I get my work area set up and call to check in with home office. I always hate the first day in a new office. No one wants to see my come to review their work. They know I have the power of their future in my hands. The office looks nice and well kept. They will probably pass the review. The manager is a girl named Amy. A girl with quite a reputation for being a bitch. That's OK, I can handle it. I can be a pretty good Bitch myself when needed. I proceed to start the process of the review when a man walks in the door and something in his voice makes me raise my head and look. I don't know what it was, just something got my attention. He was about my age and average looking. He was dressed in a suit and tie which is pretty unusual for our clientele. He comes towards the back of the office and stops at my desk. He extends his hand and introduces himself. He is Matthew, the new manager. As we shake hands our eyes meet and something magical happens to both of us. A moment that seemed to last forever. His eyes sparkled and I know I blushed. Time stood still for a few seconds as we just stood there gazing into each other's eyes. When we realized we were still holding each other's hands, we both released our grips quickly and hoped no one else had noticed. A little shaken, I excuse myself and tell him I will go over what I need after he has had a chance to get settled in his desk. I walk outside with the excuse that I am going for coffee. As I stand there out of the sight of the employees I am dumbstruck. What the hell just happened in there? I was like a young schoolgirl. My God, I was even a little excited. This is just not like me. I never get involved with any employees, besides what was it about him that was driving me crazy? He wasn't that good looking, he seemed pretty run of the mill. All I knew is that just touching his strong hands stirred desires in me that have been hidden for years and I thought were gone forever. I straighten my clothes and try to regain my composure before I walk back in the office. Oh shit, I said I was going for coffee. Maybe they won't notice that I am empty handed. As I walk back to my desk, he is watching me. Of course my eyes were glued to his as well. I try to offer up some small talk; asking what happened to Amy. He said she had left a week or so earlier and he had just taken over. It is obvious that we are both uncomfortable so I quickly explain the reason for my visit and what information I need to conduct the review and return to my desk. Most of the morning is routine. I am absorbed in my work and he must manage his staff and get me everything I need. Lunch time rolls around and although I make it a habit not to go to lunch with branches, I just can't help but say yes when he invites me. We go to a little family owned place down the road that specializes in southern cooking. I don't really care where we go, I am so absorbed in devouring him with my eyes that I almost lose it right there. After we are seated, we again attempt small talk. I explain to him that how review can impact his career. If the office passes, great, but if it fails, so will he. He says sarcastically that it must be nice to have that kind of power, I just smile. We are both squirming a little in the tiny booth neither of us sure why. When we finish lunch I excuse my self to the ladies room and I am half tempted to pleasure myself right there. I was so hot just from sitting across from him. Of course, reality wins out and I behave. Part II - The Seduction During the afternoon, we worked closely together. We both knew that it was not really necessary to be so detailed and lengthy in the discussion of the results, but it was an excuse to touch, even the slightest bit. We may not have said the words, but both our bodies were saying volumes to each other. Finally, I just couldn't stand it anymore. As he was sitting across from me, I slipped off my shoes and raised my stocking feet to his legs, stroking them up and down. There was a partition behind him so I knew no one else would see. He didn't seem surprised at my advances, he just grinned and winked. I told him that I would give him my business card so that he would have my number just in case he needed anything this evening after I left. I reached to my bag and grabbed a card, but also slid my hotel room key with it into his hands. Now he was smiling from ear to ear. I assured him I would be available and at his disposal anytime. I then let my feet find their way to his manhood and was not shocked to find a huge hard on. I drove to the hotel and could not believe what I had done. What had gotten into me? Was I nuts? At this point I didn't know and somehow didn't care. The anticipation of him coming to my room was the most exciting and unbearable thing I had felt in years. The office was open for a couple more hours so I knew I had a little time before he could arrive. I prepared a bath and poured myself a glass of wine. As I lay there with the warmth of the water covering me, I could only dream of what lay in store . He was rather shy and intimidated by me so I knew that I would have to be in charge. I was used to being in control. I was always in control. With the wine going to my head I stepped out of the bath and wondered what I should put on. I only had a cotton nightgown. Perfect for working in your room, but not for tonight. The I remembered that I had my satin pajamas in my suitcase. Not the sexiest things, but I keep them with me for when I am feeling a little playful. I love the feel of the soft cool satin brushing against my bare skin. They would have to do. Besides, it wasn't like this was planned. Part III - Heaven As I start to pour another glass of wine, I hear a faint knock at my door and the words "Room Service". As I peek through the hole I see him. I replied, "but I didn't order any food" he said, "no food mam, but I am at your service." I opened the door and invited him in. I really tried to be coy and patient but it want's going to work. I pulled him near me and we passionately kissed. Long searing kisses, the kind that you only imagine. His hands roaming all over my body and mine as well. He kisses my neck and behind my ears. That always drives me crazy. I start to unbutton his shirt and he abruptly grabs my wrists and pushes them away. I wasn't sure what was happening. He told me to sit down... No he demanded that I sit down in a tone that honestly scared me a little. Truth be told, it was even a little exciting. He then explained to me that although in the office I was the one with all the power, he was in charge now and I would do exactly as I was told. He said he would instruct me on what to do and when to do it and that I must obey him otherwise this night could never happen. Just the sound of the force in his voice made me wet. I promised him in my meekest and most submissive voice that I would obey his every command. Wow, finally this was real. I had always fantasized being submissive and dominated, but I never thought it would actually happen. Most men had always assumed by my actions that I wanted to be in control when all I really wanted was to please them. He began to tell me how this evening would change me forever. How I would learn the meaning of power and control and how I would love being under his control. He was not going to be one of those guys I can push around. He would not have it. I obey would obey or else. I was so hot I couldn't wait for his instructions. "On your knees bitch" he commanded. I obeyed willingly looking up into his eyes anticipating his next move. He carefully removed his pants and folded them as if nothing was going on. The suspense was killing me. He turned back to me and stood there with his gorging cock staring me in the face. Instinctively I reached for that beautiful cock. He slapped my hands away and reminded me that I could not do anything on my own. He must tell me. "Yes sir", I said obediently, "I am sorry, please forgive me." "Don't let it happen again" "Now inspect my cock.. Look it over well.. You want it dont you..don't you? Answer me you disobedient little whore!! "Yes, Yes, I do want it. I want it more than I have wanted anything before." I want to please you in whatever way you see fit." His body was nothing special but he was powerful. His hands were firm and strong when he grabbed me. "In due time." "Now take my rock hard dick into your mouth and show me how much you want it" With this I eagerly obeyed and took him into my mouth, running my tongue up and down the shaft, paying special attention to the head and the underside. He had little reaction but I could tell by the swelling of his balls and the throbbing of his dick that I was being a good little girl. I continued to devour his cock, while massaging his balls and occasionally letting the tip of my finger find his ass hole. After a few minutes I took him deep into my throat. Taking his full cock into my mouth. He sighed and grabbed my head pounding me into him. I could barely breathe but I did not dare try to move. He repeatedly rammed himself into me holding my head so I could not resist. My pussy was so wet I was dripping just from sucking his cock!!! It wasn't long until I got my sweet reward. He came endlessly and so hard that I could feel him shoot all the way down to my stomach. I love a man to cum in my mouth. Gazing up into his eyes and showing him how much I love what he is giving me. He pulled me away from him and instructed me to go into the bathroom. He followed me. He told me that I had gotten him all dirty and now must clean him up. He reached into the shower and turned on the water. He unbuttoned my pajamas slowly and took my top off. He was meticulous.. making sure to rub my skin with the satin he was taking off me. Kissing every inch of my skin as he exposed it and sending chills though out my body. It was so hot the steam was filling the room quickly. After only a few moments I could barely see him for the fog. This made it even more exciting.. My imagination was on overload... But it was real! He led me to the shower and he handed me the soap and told me to lather him and do my job. It was so exciting to rub that small bar of soap all over him. There was nothing left untouched. His dick had softened a little so I paid special attention to that. Making sure I covered every inch. This was probably one of the most sensual acts I had experienced. Just exploring his entire body. He was so powerful and dominating that I felt like a small child. After a thorough rinse he returned the favor and rubbed that same bar of soap from my head to my toes. He used the edge of the bar to rub my clit and stir that familiar sensation deep inside me, but he would stop short of pushing me over the edge. It was amazing, I wanted him so bad I was having mini orgasms without much physical stimulation. I wasn't sure how long I could stand this.. pure ecstasy and anguish at the same time. My mind was racing and I was experiencing some sort of strange feeling of semi consciousnous. It was unbelievable. Like those dreams you have when you are almost awake. He led me out of the shower and told me to sit on the vanity and spread my legs to show him what was in store. I did as I was told. He began exploring me with his mouth, starting with a powerful kiss and moving on around my neck, my shoulders, everywhere. He found his way to my breasts and cupped them very gently in his hands. His touch was intoxicating. He fondled my nipples gently then hard, alternating the pain and pleasure. I never knew my nipples could be that hard. Every part of my body was tingling. He made his way down my stomach and around my sides to my legs. His kisses were so tender. His lips never left my skin. He would kiss and drag his lower lip to its next location and start the process again. He slowly made his way to my inner thigh touching me everywhere but my burning pussy. The teasing was unbearable but I didn't want it to end. Finally he asked me if I wanted him to go further. I whispered, yes.. yes. He told me if I wanted it I had to beg, he was not convinced my answer was sincere. I did as instructed, digging deep within me to have the strength to convince him. I was so weak from him, I could barely speak. He raised up and kissed me once more while his fingers found my clit. Rubbing my swollen button, he backed away and stared at me for a moment. He lowered his body and proceeded to lick my clit and tongue me endlessly. With his first touch I arched my back to allow him full access to me. I came over and over. His tongue was darting in and out of me while he fingered my ass. It was bliss. He picked me up and carried me to the bed. His eyes never leaving mine. I was glad he carried me.. I couldn't feel my legs anymore. He had drained every ounce of strength from my body. He gently laid me down and climbed on top of me. We were both lost in the moment. The world outside our bodies did not exist. He entered me slowly pumping and pulling back.....stopping of just short the head coming out of my tight little cunt. I could not believe how good he felt. He would twist his hips as he entered me making sure to touch my walls everywhere. My body was making corresponding circles and thrusts. We explored each other for hours. Our bodies stayed connected.. Forever entangled in one another. He fucked my ass, I moved on top and rode him wildly facing him then with my back to him. That is probably one of my favorites. His cock was touching usually neglected areas deep inside me. I don't know how many times we came... I lost count. Exhausted, we collapsed into each others arms and fell asleep. I slept like a baby with the sweetest dreams you could imagine. When I woke I was disappointed to not see him there next to me. When my eyes finally focused, I found a single white rose on the pillow. I smiled and laid there for a few moments in the sweet afterglow that can only be experienced after the kind of night of I had just experienced. I showered and left for the office.. Forever changed. It was sort of bittersweet. I knew when he passed his review, I would not be back for at least a year. I wouldn't think of that now.. I still had the rest of the day. Part IV - The Surprise As I walked in the door, I got the usual obligatory "good morning" from everyone and one of the girls offered to get me coffee. I must admit it is pretty great to have this kind of power. People fall all over you to make you happy. Matthew was in a meeting all morning so I knew I could finish the review undistracted. He called to say he would be in about 2pm with his boss to close out the review. He didn't say a word about last night. No acknowledgment, no small talk, nothing. Fine if that's the way he wanted it. When he got to the office with the regional manager I told them I was ready to go over the results and finish up and leave. We all sat in the conference room and you could have cut the tension with a knife when I handed them a review with a failing grade. I did not explain... I was very matter of fact. It failed and that's all there was to it. They were both floored. Matthew's eyes were pleading for a reason..why? He knew that there was no way they could have failed. I got my things together preparing to leave. Just before I walked out, I turned to both of them and said "I know that Matthew has just taken over and the failing results were not his doing. This is why I have recommended that the results not be held against him." I started walking again.. "Oh, you do realize that this means I will be back in 2 months for follow up." Matthew smiled. Part V - The End I lay there.. My mind flashing back to the pleasure I had experienced. It was unbelievable. A once in a lifetime experience... But back to reality.. I had to get to work.. And besides it was only a dream.