Mistress of the Game
Edited by Curtis. Thank you, Curtis.
Chapter One:
"Hold all my calls for the next hour please, Marie. I need to catch upon a few
things. Oh, and get me a coffee, will you doll, and a sandwich too."
As director of one of the largest merchant banks in town, Wendell Kerr lived
under a mantle of constant stress, a slave to his appointment book. His mind
raced as he flicked though the papers on his secretary's desk before bundling
them up and hustling towards his office. He was still concentrating on the first
page as he closed the door behind him.
"Don't say a word, and no one gets hurt," a sultry female voice behind him
purred.
Immediately he dropped the papers, but before he had a chance to pick them up or
turn around, one leather clad hand covered his mouth, and another slipped around
to grip his crotch. The familiar sweet scent of a woman's arousal combined with
that of leather filled his nostrils, and his heart began to pound. As the hand
dropped away from his mouth, a single word escaped Wendell's lips - "Shondra."
"You spoke," the voice whispered, with a certain smugness. "Now someone gets
hurt."
Shondra - how that name excited him - beautiful, intelligent, and all mighty
Shondra. The one who consumed his darkest and most private thoughts, and
controlled him like no other woman. Rarely did she call to let him know she
would be coming, preferring to just turn up. On a number of occasions her visits
had been quite inconvenient, but how could he possibly refuse her? If he did,
she may choose not to come again, and he simply couldn't risk that.
They had met several months earlier at a corporate cocktail party. Initially he
hadn't noticed her. Certainly she was extremely attractive, but Wendell was
accustomed to being in the company of beautiful women. It wasn't until after she
had formally introduced herself that he realized - Shondra was unlike any other
woman he had ever met.
"Hello Wendell, I'm so pleased to meet you," she gushed, smiling warmly and
extending her hand to him, but instead of shaking it, she dropped and let her
long fingers slide down between his thighs instead. The incident shocked him,
and at the time he had been unsure of what to do. His cock however, had been way
ahead of him. His cock had jerked to attention, and remained hard until
eventually he had been able to slip out to the bathroom to relieve himself.
In the months that followed, he was to learn just how different Shondra really
was. Wendell wasn't a particularly handsome man. He was no in his forties and,
as a result of an excessive lifestyle and a stressful career, any good looks he
may have had in his youth were now faded. That, however, didn't prevent him from
having his share of extremely beautiful women. Money and power, Wendell had
discovered, were more often than not incontestable aphrodisiacs.
Now here she was again, in his office. He turned, slumped down onto his knees,
and stole a quick glance up at her. "Mistress, this worthless slut offers
himself to you for your use and pleasure."
Her dark blue suit and crisp white shirt would have looked quite businesslike
if the skirt hadn't been quite so short and tight. Her smooth dark hair was
pulled back into a knot at the back of her head. Except for the scarlet red
lipstick rather carelessly smudged across her mouth, everything about her was
flawless. He stared down at her shoes - the heels were high and spiked and black
to match her stockings.
Without word, she walked over to the plush leather chair behind his desk and,
with no regard for the expensive piece of furniture, lifted one foot up onto it.
Then, using both hands, she stroked the length of her lovely thigh, to raise her
skirt up and reveal a small leather crop tucked into the top of her stocking.
Her lips curled into a faint smile as she watched his reaction. "Who's been a
bad boy then," she asked mockingly, removing the crop and then tapping it on the
palm of her hand.
He knew he had done nothing wrong. She knew he had done nothing wrong. This
was just a little game they played, a way of her finding an excuse to humiliate
and punish him. In the world of business and banking many little power games
were played, but none quite like this.
Shondra was a career woman, in the same organization as Wendell. Like him, she
was well qualified and intelligent, only nowhere near as accomplished. He was
paid more. He had a much larger office with a better view and more expensive
furnishings. Damn it, he even had a better-looking secretary than she did! He
would always be more successful - and why? She knew why. It was because Wendell
had a cock between his legs. Another woman in her position may have found a
different outlet for her frustration, but not Shondra. She had found the perfect
solution. To others he may have been a very influential man to be shown respect
at all times, but to her he was nothing more than a whimpering little whore she
controlled - a toy for her pleasure and amusement. As his mistress, she held him
and all his power in her well-manicured hands.
He whispered timidly, "Wendell's been a very bad boy Mistress. Wendell's been
touching his cock."
She took a deep breath, as if trying to control her anger then told him, "And
what does Mistress do with her little slut when he touches himself without
permission?"
"She punishes him, Mistress, to teach him obedience and self-control."
"That's right slut, your cock belongs to Me. It's for my pleasure, not yours -
don't you ever fucking well forget it!"
He watched with excited anticipation as she laid her arm across his desk, and
then with one swift movement cleared the entire contents onto the floor. A small
vase shattered as it landed - and he made a mental note to clean it up before
Marie found it. An explanation would, of course, not be necessary, but he still
preferred not to leave any 'evidence' behind.
Marie, sweet and innocent little Marie. Fresh out of school, she had started
work for him three months earlier. In the past he had often enjoyed fucking his
secretaries. He would have certainly loved to fuck this one. On many occasions
he had been distracted as she bent over his filing cabinet. Few men wouldn't
have noticed those smooth long legs. There were many times, too, when she had
come into his office and he had been more than grateful for the cover of his
desk. It would have surely been embarrassing to them both if she had seen the
bulge in his trousers. Or possibly, he thought, she was so innocent she just
wouldn't have understood. Yes, that cute little virgin ass of hers sure was
tempting, only he just couldn't bring himself to use it.
Upon meeting, his mistress and his secretary had formed a close friendship.
Although they were seven years apart in age, they had attended the same
university, and also shared an interest in fashion and sport. That, he assumed,
was about all they had in common, and it seemed like enough. Their frequent
chats, when Shondra came into the office had come into the office, had developed
into lunch or coffee together at least a couple of times a week. The two of them
together and not just sipping coffee... he fantasized about it constantly.
Wendell knew what was coming next as Shondra tapped the top of his desk with her
crop. "Get your ass over here now, slut, so Mistress give you what you deserve."
Already he could feel his cock jerking between his legs as he stood up and began
fumbling with his clothing. In the time it took to unbuckle his belt, slip down
his pants and shorts, and then lean over his desk, his cock had swollen into a
full and throbbing erection. Using his belt, Shondra secured his hands firmly
behind his back, then, pushing him down onto his desk, she raised the crop high.
"Tell Mistress what her little slut needs."
"Wendell needs to be punished, Mistress. Wendell's been a very bad boy."
She swung her crop down, and it made a whooshing sound before landing heavily on
his bare ass. His body jerked, and he cried out as the stinging leather burnt
across his tender flesh leaving a hot red welt.
"Why don't you shut the fuck up, slut? You haven't even begun to feel pain yet."
Just then there was a light knock at the door, it opened, and Marie appeared.
"Your coffee Mr. Kerr..."
She would have surely dropped the cup if she hadn't been completely frozen by
what she saw - Shondra, crop in hand, standing over her boss with his pants down
around his ankles. Marie didn't understand. Was it a dream? Could this really
be happening? She blinked several times, but the scene remained the same.
Unable hide her amusement, Shondra smirked.
Wendell felt angry with himself that he hadn't remembered to tell her he didn't
want to be disturbed. How could he have let this happen? Damn it! Damn her! She
was a good secretary, but now she would have to go. He would fire her today.
Marie's face glowed with embarrassment. She turned to leave, but Shondra called
to her. "Mr. Kerr has something he wants to tell you. He wants to tell you he's
very sorry for the disrespectful way he's been treating you. Isn't that right,
Mr. Kerr?"
Her voice dripped with sarcasm. Placing the crop down, she then reaching over to
grab a handful of his hair to jerk his head up. He swallowed hard; this wasn't
at all what he had been expecting when his mistress had surprised him a few
minutes earlier. "I'm very sorry for not treating you with more respect, Marie,"
he blurted out. **
"Oh Mr. Kerr please, I don't mind doing that at all," she managed to stutter. It
was of course a complete lie, only in her bewildered state she just couldn't
think of anything else to say. In truth, she did mind the way Wendell Kerr
treated her. She minded very much. Did he really think she had spent all those
years studying, night and day, so she could made his coffee and run around after
him?
Shondra stared at Marie as if assessing the situation. She then walked over to
her, took the cup from the girl's hand and placed it on a nearby cabinet. "Stay.
You know you want to. Look at him. Are you going to take orders from that man
now, or is he going to take them from you?"
"I think I should go now, I really do, " she said, lowering her eyes and
stepping backwards to feel for the door behind her.
"Close the door."
Marie hesitated and nervously bit now on her lower lip as she reached behind
herself and touched the handle.
"I said, close the door."
Unsure of what to do, but certain of Shondra's tone, she closed it.
Shondra then slipped her arm around Marie's waist as she nuzzled her face into
the girl's long flaxen hair, and spoke quietly to her. "All this time he has
been letting you do his work for him, and for what? You're like his slave rather
than his secretary, aren't you?"
It was true. Her title may have been secretary, but she was much more than that
to him. On the one hand he would allow her to take full responsibility for large
accounts, while he took all the credit. On the other, he would have her running
around for him like she was his personal maid. 'Get me some coffee will you,
doll... pick up my dry-cleaning, sweetie...' It drove her crazy at times. 'Wipe
my ass for me, sugar pie,' she thought angrily.
Marie swallowed hard and her whole body stiffened as Shondra now tried to press
the crop into her sweaty hand. "I- I can't," was all she could manage to say.
"Oh but you can, and you will." A smile formed on Shondra's lips, as she gently
brushed Marie's hair back and she licked the side of her face, leaving a trail
of glistening saliva on her cheek. Then using the crop she slowly stroked it
over the girl's silk blouse to caress her young breasts.
Wendell's mouth dropped wide open in an audible gasp. How often had he admired
his secretary's curvaceous body? How often had he fought back the urge to fondle
those lovely ripe tits?
"That's right Wendell, you were just too fucking slow weren't you?
You've always been ahead of me, haven't you? But not this time." Shondra
laughed.
His mind raced and his body began to sweat. How could this possibly be possible?
Shondra and Marie? Then everything became clear to Wendell. The long lunches
and coffee meetings. Their little private chats and whispers. The phone calls
taken in the boardroom next door. So many little things he simply hadn't noticed
previously. Then something else occurred to him. 'Fuck, my cock's harder than
Chinese arithmetic right now!'
Marie looked awkward and uncomfortable, however Shondra was quick to reassure
her, "It's all right, sweetheart. Wendell doesn't mind that I'm fucking you. Do
you Wendell?"
Even if his mouth hadn't been so dry, the words would surely not have come out.
"You see, he doesn't mind at all," she smirked as she gave Marie's body a
little squeeze.
Poor little Marie, what had she gotten herself into? "Mr. Kerr, I'm so sorry..."
But Shondra interrupted her.
"Don't worry about it, just taking the fucking crop!" Again she pressed it into
her hand. "Take it." Shondra's demanding manner caused Marie to blink and cower;
however, she took it.
"Now, get around here," she said, taking Marie by the arm and guiding her behind
Wendell.
Marie gasped as she looked down at Wendell's bare ass and balls hanging between
his legs. Again, Shondra found her little friend's reaction amusing. Grabbing
hold of her hand she forced her to touch Wendell's scrotum. Instantly, Marie
recoiled. "You've seen one of those before, haven't you?"
"Well yes, of course I have, but... its just that I've never touched a man's
thingy before."
"Thingy?" She laughed, "It's a cock, for Christ sake."
Shondra moved behind, pressing against Marie's back. She reached over to place
her hand over the girl's to prevent her releasing the crop. She then lifted her
arm and directed her to strike Wendell's quivering ass. He let out a loud cry as
another stinging lash crossed the one already adorning his ass, but his mistress
wasn't satisfied. "Harder, you want to hit his ass harder than that!" she
hissed.
Marie gazed down on the red welts, and she felt an unexplainable rush of
excitement like nothing she had ever experienced before. Again she raised the
crop, only this time of her own accord. She was about to strike, but Shondra
stopped her.
"Wait", she said, slipping her hands up under her tight little skirt. She
wriggled about for a moment, then slid her panties down over her knees and
ankles, before stuffing them into Wendell's open mouth. "All right, go right
ahead."
Once again Wendell felt the burning lash of the crop, only this time his cry was
muffled by Shondra's sweet damp panties.
Marie wanted to slap his ass again, and again. She wanted to show that man once
and for all she was no meek and mild little thing to be walked all over. If he
thought she was going to put up with not being treated with respect now, he had
better think again. She would teach him. Never again would he give her orders.
Now she understood exactly what Shondra had meant when she told her, "A woman
has great strength over a man when she knows how to use her feminine power."
Yes, from now on, she would be in control, and it felt damned good!
The ringing of the telephone, however, abruptly interrupted her thoughts. Marie
stopped and let it ring several times while she regained her composure. She then
placed the crop down on the desk and smoothed her hair back with both hands,
before picking up the receiver.
"Hello, Mr. Wendell Kerr's office." She listened for a minute, and then cupped
her hand over the mouthpiece and whispered to Shondra. "It's Mr. Jones, Jack
Jones. What shall I tell him?"
Shondra smiled and took the telephone. She looked down at Wendell with her
panties stuffed in his mouth and his hands bound with his own belt. Her voice
was cheerful and businesslike as she spoke, "Mr. Jones, can I have Mr. Kerr call
you back? He can't talk right now; he's all tied up right now."
She smiled and replaced the receiver. "Now, where were we?"
Usually when his mistress came to visit she would give his ass a good whipping
and then, lifting him up by his hair, would sit him down between her legs as she
sat back in his plush leather chair. His hands would be left secured behind his
back, and he would be required to lick and suck her pussy until she had been
satisfied. Then, and only then, would he be allowed to stroke himself. Wendell
wasn't allowed to put his cock in her pussy.
"My pussy is too good for a little slut like you, but you never know, do you?
Keep groveling and I may just change my mind some time, " she told him one day,
as she reclined on his desk and fingered herself while he watched.
Occasionally, she would sit Wendell in his chair, securing his arms and legs.
She would then enjoy his cock, slurping and sucking at it, as she spread her
knees wide and masturbated. "Take a good, long look slut," she told him, as she
knelt down on the floor. "You won't see me like this too often."
Now, with Marie here, what little game would she play? He was about to find out.
Rolling his chair out to the front of the desk, she then sat down. Grinning, she
opened her legs wide as she lifted the hem of her skirt and flashed Wendell for
just few seconds, to give him a glimpse of her lovely wet sex. She then turned
to Marie, who was still standing behind Wendell. "Come to Mama, baby girl," she
cooed.
Obviously feeling a little self-conscious, Marie looked down at the floor as she
shuffled nearer before dropping down onto her knees in front of Shondra, and
waiting for her next command.
"That's my good little slut girl, but first, you know how much I love to see
your sweet tits," Shondra continued.
Marie hesitated, but then thought, 'Why should I feel so embarrassed? I'm not
the one with my pants down... yet,' and she stifled a little giggle. 'No,
there's no need for me to feel awkward at all. Why, I may even get a nice little
pay rise out of this. After all I'm sure Mr. Kerr wouldn't want any of the other
staff to know about this.'
Feeling more comfortable with the situation after reasoning with herself, she
unbuttoned her blouse and let it slip down her shoulders and onto the floor.
Then, reaching behind herself, she unclasped her lacy bra to release her full
and well-formed breasts. As she cupped them in her hands, it occurred to Wendell
that she appeared as if she were offering herself to Shondra.
"Oh yes, quite lovely indeed," Shondra commented, leaning down and gently
twisting Marie's rose pink nipples between her fingers and thumbs, then turning
to Wendell. "She's delightful, isn't she?"
The only sound he could make was a muffled moan, and so she continued. "You
really have no idea what you've been missing out on, do you? She has such a
tight wet pussy, too, you know?" She hesitated for a moment, relishing his
reaction, then added, "I swear she's the best fuck I've ever had!"
That was it! He couldn't hold back any along. His breath became short pants, and
his face strained and contorted as his cock throbbed and then, with a couple of
massive spasms, exploded to shoot his hot seed right under his desk.
Marie panicked, "I think something's wrong! I think he's having a heart attack
or something!"
Shondra laughed. "Don't worry about old Wendell, he'll be just fine."
Less than a minute later, he lay slumped over his desk; his pulse still racing
and his shirt damp with sweat, as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through
his nose.
"You see, I told you," Shondra reassured her. "Now, show him how you lick my
pussy."
Marie hesitated; this was becoming too much for her. "You mean right now, right
here?"
Shondra rolled her eyes, "Yes, now. Do it. Or do I need to whip your ass, too?
You know I don't want to, but I will if I have to. I won't tolerate
disobedience."
Shondra and Marie, together and not just sipping coffee...Shondra whipping
Marie's sweet little ass.... Wendell's flaccid cock began to twitch. He opened
his eyes and looked up to see Marie rubbing her hands up and down Shondra's
stocking covered thighs and her head bobbing up and down between them. A few
minutes earlier, Marie had thought he was having a heart attack. Now,
watching the two women, Wendell thought might really have one!
"That's it, my baby girl," Shondra purred as she gripped the chair's armrests,
closing her eyes and letting her head rest back. The sweet, intoxicating smell
of the women's sex filled Wendell's office. His cock jerked and it again began
to stiffen.
'She really is the best,' Shondra thought smugly, 'because she has been trained
by the best.' Of course, Marie had been a little unsure at first. It was only
natural for a sweet and inexperienced girl like her to feel that way, but with
time and patience she had come around to Shondra's ways. Gentle touches and soft
kisses had soon developed into harder slaps and passionate tongue play. Polite
requests became commands. Wants turned into needs, as the sweet innocence of a
girl washed away to reveal a woman in need of a woman.
"Oh yes, yes! That's it, my baby slut girl!" Shondra's body quivered and her
breasts heaved with each breath.
Marie's skirt had ridden around her hips and she had slipped one hand down
between her open thighs. Muffled moans could be heard as she began playing with
herself. At first cupping a hand over her sex, then pulling the crotch of her
panties to one side before thrusting her fingers deep inside her velvety folds.
In and out, they made obscenely sloppy noises against her wetness.
Helpless to do anything but watch, Wendell witnessed the two women climaxing
within minutes of each other. Shondra first, crying out as she thrashed about
in the chair, opening her legs wide to gain the full benefit of Marie's mouth
and tongue. Then Marie, whimpering and almost sobbing, drew back from between
Shondra's thighs to concentrate on giving herself a full finger fuck.
After a minute or so Shondra opened her eyes. Taking a fresh white handkerchief
from her pocket, she used it to clean her sticky wetness from Marie's face.
'Fuck, yes! They're going to fuck me now,' Wendell thought, his whole body
shivering with excitement, but Wendell thought wrong.
"Oh, is that the time already?" Shondra observed, glancing at the clock on the
wall. "Get your clothes on, baby girl, you must be starving," she told Marie as
she stood up and smoothed down her skirt.
Marie picked up her bra and blouse and then, as if now feeling a little
embarrassed by her semi-nakedness, turned away from Wendell to dress herself.
"There's this little cafe around the corner that's just opened. I know you'll
really like it," Shondra said.
"Oh, but what about Mr. Kerr?"
"What about him?"
"Well, he's all tied up!"
"So?"
Marie tilted her head and looked a little puzzled, then giggled. Shondra
slipped an arm around her little friend's waist and, glancing back over at
Wendell, told him, "Don't worry, we'll be back before five."
He tried to relax, but a cold reality had just hit him - his mistress was no
longer the only woman in his life who held him by his balls.
