Boss Lady

Boss Lady

Chapter Four

The training began as soon as they arrived back at Rachel’s home. Amy was shown how to sit, kneel, present herself and even to relieve herself under the strict tutelage of her boss. She tried hard but still found it difficult to do everything the first time she was told to do it.

“I believe in delayed gratification and in immediate repercussions.”

Raising her head, Amy looked up into stormy eyes. She obeyed the snapped fingers and crawled over to where Rachel was sitting behind her desk.

“I don’t like how you have been hesitating,” said Rachel as she pulled a crop from the middle drawer of her desk. “You need to stop thinking and just start obeying. Trust me when I tell you that you are a natural at this.”

Amy could not decide if she should speak or not. The decision was made when Rachel ordered her to stand up.

Drawing the leather-covered stick between Amy’s legs, Rachel lifted the now damp crop to Amy’s face. “See how your body responds to my control? It is so obvious that you love this.” Rachel pressed the crop to Amy’s lips. “Clean yourself off of it and prepare to feel this against your backside.”

Amy delicately licked off the rod and then leaned forward at Rachel’s direction against the window. She could see at least two laborers working in the garden as she braced herself. The first blow pushed her breasts into the cool glass.

“Count and don’t forget to thank me.”

“Yes, ma’am. One. Thank you, ma’am.” Amy gritted her teeth at the second blow. “Two. Thank you, ma’am.”

By the fifth strike against her buttocks, she was in tears and hard pressed not to drop her hands to protect her ass from further blows.

“Very good. I’m glad to see that you took your punishment well.”

Amy was so happy that she had pleased Rachel by staying in position. She sniffled a bit and tried to stop crying.

Rachel stepped close and rubbed her cool hands against the hot, reddened skin of Amy’s ass. She then turned Amy around so that her stinging ass was against the glass and wiped away Amy’s tears. “That wasn’t so bad, was it, dear?”

Already, the sharp pain was starting to fade to a dull ache. Amy nodded. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to be good.”

“I know you’ll try. I take my responsibilities to turn you into a perfectly obedient toy very seriously. If you just work as hard as I am, you’ll save yourself from further tears.”

Rachel sat back down and snapped her fingers for Amy to regain her former position at her feet. “Of course, that doesn’t mean that you won’t feel further pain. Sometimes it will happen because I like to see those welts on your ass.”

Amy swallowed. She wanted to argue with Rachel about undeserved spankings but she could hardly deny that the idea of her ass being punished for a whim was a great turn on. Her upper thighs were slick from the juices that the spanking caused and from the thoughts of future spankings.

“Now, we’ve had a busy morning. I’m sure you need time to rest and reflect.” Rachel pushed her chair back. “Follow me.”

She led the way to the backyard. Near the pool there were a couple of lounge chairs. She bade Amy to lie down on one. Rachel then secured her wrists and ankles to the hooks on the chair.

“You just lie here. I’ll be back in thirty minutes to turn you over.”

She could hear the noise from the lawn mowers as the gardeners moved about the yard. Amy pleaded with her big, brown eyes. She did not think that she would every get used to being exposed like this. Rachel refused to acknowledge her plea and left her to soak up the sun. She lay there and thought about all the things that she had experienced since the day she met Vivian.

“Wake up, pet.”

Startled, Amy jerked and realized that she was still restrained to the lounge chair. She could hardly believe that she had fallen asleep.

“I’m glad to see that you’re getting so comfortable.” Rachel released the clips holding Amy in one position. “Okay, turn over. It’s time to brown your back.” The older attorney quickly restrained the younger woman to the chair. “I think you’ll look so much better without those tan lines from your bikini.”

“Ma’am?” asked Amy “What about where the cuffs are?”

“Oh, I think those tan lines are very sexy. Of course, you will have to be a little more careful about who sees them but it is worth it, in my opinion.” Rachel patted her shoulder. “Another thirty and then I’ll want you to do some laps.”

Amy wiggled in pleasure from the brief, affectionate contact. She hoped that Rachel really liked her.  As she learned more about herself, she wanted to give her submission to her boss and she wanted Rachel to feel something for her as well.

When Rachel came out again, she had Amy remove her restraints and get into the cool pool.

“I want you to do eighty eight laps. If you finish before I come back out, we’ll suspend your training for the rest of the day and just enjoy dinner and a movie.”

Amy really tried but she was not a strong swimmer. When she finally completed the task, she found her arms almost too tired to pull herself out of the pool. She stood panting on the patio and jumped when Rachel spoke.

“Not bad. Of course, this means that we’ll get more teaching opportunities.” Rachel rattled the ice in her glass. “Go inside and get me a refill. Bring it back on a tray.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Amy took the glass and looked at the trace amount of liquid in the bottom. “What are you drinking?”

“Bourbon and coke.”

Amy went into the house. She tried to obey Rachel’s directive to not cover herself but it was hard when she came into the kitchen where the maid and cook were talking. Her arms twitched with the need to hide and her ears burned from their laughter.

Luckily, all the fixings for her bosses drink were on the counter and she was able to return to the patio quickly. Rachel made her stand beside her with the tray while she slowly sipped from the glass.

“Do you know why I’m having you act as my table?” she mused when her glass was almost empty.

“No, ma’am.”

“I’m trying to instill in you a sense of service. You should find your pleasure in ensuring that all my needs, no matter how small, are met.” She set the glass back on the tray. “Now, go and fix me another and find out when dinner will be served.”

Amy found only the cook in the kitchen and she stuttered as she tried to ask about the evening meal.

“Tell the Mistress that the first course will be served in twenty minutes. I’m assuming that I won’t need to set a place for you.”

Amy shrugged. She knew she had eaten breakfast at Rachel’s feet but she had enjoyed dinner at her side.

“Well, if you are, come back and let me know.”

Nodding, Amy hurried back outside. As the twenty minutes passed with her holding the tray at a convenient level, she tried to keep her thoughts to just what else she could do for her boss. She could not seem to control how her body was reacting to her submission. Perhaps if she concentrated on Rachel, things would be easier.

After a leisurely dinner, Rachel led the way into a comfortable living room. She set up a DVD of lesbian strap-on short films. Sauntering over the couch, she sat down and opened her legs. Directing Amy to sit between them, facing the large screen television.

“Reach down and clip your left wrist to the leg of the footstool,” Rachel ordered. “Now, bring it between your legs. Spread them wide around it.”

Amy struggled to obey. Her legs were still tired from the many laps and it was a strain to keep them so outstretched.

Rachel lifted her legs and set her heels on the footstool. Amy was now surrounded by the flesh of her boss. She could not help but rub her cheek against the silky skin of Rachel’s inner thighs.

“That’s enough. I want you to sit on your other hand. Try to put a finger on each of the welts that I put on your ass earlier.” Rachel thumbed on the DVD. “I think you’ll enjoy the show.”

Amy was shell-shocked when the final credits ran. She could hardly believe that any human body could find sexual satisfaction from having such large and varied things inserted into them. She turned her head slightly. “You’re not going to do that to me are you?” she asked.

“Make no bones about it, I’m going to take your virginity. Whether I do it like those bulldykes did it or with roses and candlelight is entirely up to you.” She patted Amy’s head. “Just be eagerly obedient and we’ll both enjoy your deflowering.”

Her mind filled with images of rutting women, Amy hardly slept that night. She was restrained on the floor again and every time she tried to move, she woke up and realized again just what her role and position in life was.

They went to work together on Sunday. Amy was amazed at how much work she got done, her focus was better and the day just sped by.  It was late afternoon when Rachel buzzed her office to let her now that she was ready to go.

During the drive back to Rachel’s house, Amy could not help but to pump her hips as she squeezed the finger in her cunt.

“You seem to want something.”

“Oh, ma’am. It feels good.”

“You think that it would feel even better to come, don’t you?”

“Yes. Yes, ma’am. Please may I come?”

“Just control yourself.” Rachel twitched her finger and grinned at Amy’s gasp. “Don’t even think of coming before I give you leave.” When the car arrived at her mansion, she withdrew her finger and held it up for Amy to clean.

Amy was beginning to get used to the taste of herself and she obeyed the wordless order.

“Follow me into the study.” Rachel swept into the house.

Amy paused in the hallway. She hadn’t received an order to take off her clothes. Shrugging her shoulders, she quickly stripped off her clothing and put it into the closet. She looked at the cuffs and decided that Rachel could always tell her to take them off. She put them on and went to the study. Getting on her knees, she knocked on the door.

“Enter.”

Her palm was sweaty and slipped on the handle when she tried to open it. Taking a breath to calm herself, she tried again and opened the door. At the snap of Rachel’s fingers, she crawled across the floor.

“I want you here.” Rachel pointed at a spot on the carpet that was bathed in sunlight from the window. “I want you to touch yourself. Start with your breasts. Lift them toward me and stroke them as you would want a lover to touch them.”

Amy quickly obeyed. She ran her palms over her nipples, which hardened quickly under the touch and Rachel’s gaze. She pinched the nubs until they ached. Her hips were thrusting into the air, searching for a touch.

“Bring your hands lower. No, don’t touch your cunt yet. Slide your hands over your skin. Touch your belly and legs. Doesn’t that feel good? Now, run your fingertips over your butt. Can you still feel where I spanked you yesterday? Good. You can stroke your inner thighs now. You’re wet, aren’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’ve been wet all day.”

“I know you have. Open yourself to me. I want to see how hard you are.”

Amy pulled her pussy apart. She looked down and was amazed at how prominent her clitoris was. She could almost see it throbbing with need.

“You may touch it. Keep holding yourself open. I want to see, too.”

In no time at all, Amy was panting and writing. “Please, please, may I come?” she begged.

“Not yet.” Rachel watched her pet. She waited until Amy was almost bent over as her muscles clenched. “You may come,” she said.

She watched in fascination as Amy almost collapsed from her orgasm. She ordered Amy to keep going, even though the one orgasm satisfied the younger woman. She wanted to see how many she could get out of Amy. She came again and then again, and was ordered to keep going when she paused to catch her breath.

“Please let me stop.”

“First you beg to come, and then you beg to stop. I'm in charge. Keep going.”

Amy obeyed, losing track of how many orgasms she had. She just knew that her delicate tissue was quickly becoming too sensitive and that her pleasure was getting very close to pain.

“You may stop, slave.” Rachel walked over to her. “Remember this lesson. I’m doing you a favor by controlling your orgasms.”

Shakily, Amy raised her head. “I don’t understand.”

“Wasn’t that first climax wonderful?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“That’s because you had to wait for it. Those other weren’t as good. In fact, some of them might have even been painful. Weren’t they?” she asked.

“They weren’t as much fun,” admitted Amy.

“No. By my controlling when you release, your experiences will be that much more intense. That is much better, isn’t it? If you came all the time, it would mean nothing. Just like those final orgasms.” Rachel tickled the back of Amy’s neck. “You should thank me now.”

Amy shivered. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Rachel leaned back in her chair and patted her thigh. “Don’t you think you need to come over here and show me how thankful you are?”

Her muscles still like jelly, Amy quickly moved between the older woman’s legs.

“You know,” Rachel mused. “I think that I’m going to trust that you’re clean. I really want your tongue in my pussy, so we’ll do this without a barrier.”

Amy breathed deeply as she held herself inches away from Rachel’s body and murmured. “Thank you, ma’am.” It was difficult to be this close without touching or tasting. A whine forced it self from her lips.

“You may begin.”

Amy kissed Rachel’s mound in gratitude. She used her nose and lips to work her way to the source of the wonderful essence of her mentor and owner. She lapped at the juices and then used her tongue to penetrate deeper and deeper into Rachel’s pussy.

“That’s right,” Rachel encouraged her. “Use that tongue everywhere.”

With a little hesitation, Amy licked from Rachel’s anus to her clitoris. When Rachel’s legs opened wider, she tensed her tongue and rimmed the tight rosebud. The taste was musky and not entirely unpleasant. She was starting to enjoy herself, when one of Rachel’s hands grabbed a fistful of her hair.

“Stop teasing me, you little ass slut.”

Amy moved her attentions up to the hard little bundle of nerves at the apex of Rachel’s thighs. Her jaws and tongue were getting tired but she did not hesitate to lick and flick at Rachel’s clitoris.

Moving her head closer to follow the erratically moving thighs and keep her tongue on the prize. Amy could hear Rachel’s breathing grow erratic and feel Rachel’s muscles stiffening as she continued to lave the hard bud.

As Rachel relaxed, Amy turned her attention to cleaning Rachel’s juices from her thighs and pubic hair. Once the internal clenching slowed, Amy began to gently tongue Rachel’s clitoris again. Quickly, things built again and Rachel came again.

This time she pushed Amy’s head away. “Much as I’d like to see just how long you can keep this up, we’ll be late for dinner if we don’t go now.”

Amy licked off her lips. She, too, would have liked to stay there for longer. She could hardly believe how wonderful Rachel tasted. It was much better than Vivian and better than herself as well. She would not mind feasting on Rachel but the rumble from her stomach reminded her that she had not eaten since breakfast.

At dinner, Rachel offered Amy occasional bites of shrimp from her fingers. They talked about current events. Amy felt a little surreal as she knelt beside the table and carried on a conversation about public policy. The cook delivered the courses without batting an eye at the naked woman.

“Each morning, I work out at 5:30. You will join me at the gym. After I see how you’re doing, I’ll set up a routine for you to follow.” Rachel patted her lips with her heavy linen napkin. “It is time to get ready for bed.”

Amy crawled behind Rachel upstairs and followed the same routine as the earlier nights. She was allowed to bathe in the guest room and put on the latex panties before her wrists were locked to her ankles.

As Rachel turned on her bedside table light, she said, “You need to make sure you tell me when you’re ready to menstruate. You’ll only use pads. There will be no tampons. Nothing gets inserted except under my direct supervision.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Amy answered. Resigning herself to the loss of a little more control, Amy tried to make herself comfortable on the rug. The light on the nightstand was on and she could hear the sound of pages being turned as Rachel read in bed.

As she tried to fall asleep, Amy thought about her nice bed in her empty apartment. With a sigh, she admitted to herself that she would rather never sleep in another bed if she could only continue to orally pleasure Rachel. The thoughts of the taste and scent of Rachel made sure that her sleep was filled with vivid dreams.