Before I tell you how my day is going, let me tell you about myself. My name is Nicole. I am 5'4" tall. I have very long blonde hair that is usually in a ponytail that falls down to the small of my back. My eyes are green and some say they have a sparkle to them. I don't have very large breasts, I wear a size 32B but they are perky and firm to the touch. What I lack in breasts I make up greatly in ass and toned body. I run daily and eat healthier than most. I graduated college and spent the next 18 months living with mom and dad again before I was finally able to get my foot in the door towards using the degree I spent years earning. It's only a secretary post but it has potential to giving me a chance to show my artwork and hopefully be given the chance to join a print team. Anyways, back to my current situation.
I reach out slowly, my fingertips tingling as my pulse races. As I lock the door, the bolt sliding into the slot with a click that sounds more like a clap of thunder. My mind is racing, thoughts flying through my head one after the other. "What have I gotten myself into? Why was it so easy to let go and surrender myself to a woman I've known less than a month? How far will this go? We're at the office, so it can't go too far, can-"
My thought cut off, erased from my mind in less time than it takes to blink by the sight before me. My eyes widen, seeing Dani on her desk, legs spread. She is wearing nothing more than her high heels and black lace thong.
How did she undress so quickly?
Dani's fingers are slowly working her clit, moving in circle. She isn't masturbating, not really. It reminds me of something someone does when they feel at comfort. Her other hand reached out, the index finger beckoning me over.
With my mind having gone blank, I am shocked by how smoothly my body is moving. Each step brings me closer to changing my life forever. I let my eyes drift over the sexy woman who has taken all control, taking in each curve along her Goddess body. I suck in a breath as my final step brings me to a stop, inches from the edge of Dani's desk.
"Remove your clothes. All of them. One garment at a time, staring with that lovely blouse. I suspect it is concealing such a lovely pair of tits." Dani commands. Her tone was sharp and firm yet still feminine and encouraging. Her voice reached my ears like the wind that signifies a coming storm.
"Yes, Miss," I respond, moving to obey at the same time.
Starting with my blouse, I start to unbutton it. My eyes make contact with Dani's, holding it, my fingers work their way down until the fabric separates and falls open, exposing my firmly toned stomach and my breasts, perfectly contained within my lace bra. As the blouse falls open, the warmth of Dani's gaze washes over me, creating a complex mix of sensations. The physical warmth was undeniable, but the emotional warmth, the feeling of being seen and accepted, was perhaps even more profound. My breath catches as Dani's fingers trace the delicate curve of her own collarbone, her touch light yet assertive, each caress guiding her hands to her own exposed breasts. Losing track of time for the moment as I watch her hands squeeze and lift those two large globes of soft flesh, her fingers kneading into them before letting them drop, a soft slapping sound as they collide with her torso, swaying slightly. I watch with jealousy as her fingers tightly close around her stiff nipples, pulling them to the sides with a little twist. My mouth begins to salivate, watching her face show the first signs of pleasure, the first real test to stick to my commands.
Focus, damn it! Doing all I can to get my thoughts under control.
The unbuttoning of my blouse is not merely a physical act; it is an emotional unveiling, a surrendering of my self-protective layers to Dani’s gaze, to the promise of intimacy, to the heavy desire that now fills the space between us. The air thrums with a subtle energy, a potent blend of anticipation and exhilaration.
Reaching up behind my back, my fingers search for the clasp to my bra. Once they find it, I begin struggling with the clasp. Noticing my struggle and shaking hands, Dani leans forward slightly, her elbow on her knee.
"Nicole, relax. Take a breath, find the clasp and remove your bra." Her tone was soft and encouraging, not aggressive.
Taking a breath and giving a nervous smile, my fingers find the clasp, pinch together and twist, the strap springing open. Wiggling my shoulders, the straps fall to the crooks of my elbows. Straightening my arms, I let the bra fall to my feet, my breasts fully exposed and bare. Looking at Dani, I realize that I am now matching her attire. Panties, heels, nothing else. She exposed herself in the exact way she expected me to before giving the command.
She knows what she is doing. She leveled the playing field before I even joined the game.
Sliding off the desk, Dani moves closer, stopping just close enough for our nipples to lightly rub against eachother. The sensation is almost too much to handle. The urge to reach up, hold her breasts in my hands, bring them to my lips to kiss, to my tongue to flick and swirl around her perfect, swollen nipples. Keeping my hands at my side, I obediently wait for the next command, wanting Dani to see that I am worthy of her Dominance and that she is worthy of my submission.
The commands continue, each one carefully calibrated, each one designed to draw me further into the experience, to peel back layers of restraint, both physical and emotional. Dani’s voice, low and husky, guide my movements, her words sharp and precise yet imbued with a surprising tenderness. She is not merely dictating actions; she is orchestrating a sensual ballet, a dance of power and vulnerability, a collaborative exploration of desire.
Reaching out, Dani grips my waist, her eyes boring into mine. Searching, for what, I do not know, but searching nonetheless. Knowing the rules of this game thus far, I refuse to break eye contact. Even when her grip tightens and her nails dig into my side. Her eyes hold a primal urge, a huntress stalking her prey. Me. I am that prey.
Dani’s fingers trace the delicate curve of my hip, her touch sending a ripple of pleasure through my body. The physical sensation is intense, but it is intertwined with a deeper emotional response, a feeling of being completely seen, completely understood. This is not just physical intimacy, but an intimate understanding, a shared exploration of our desires and vulnerabilities.
"Kneel," Dani commands, her voice a low murmur that resonates deep within my core. The word itself isn't harsh, but the authority behind it is undeniable. I obey instantly, my movement fluid and graceful, a testament to the trust I have begun to place in Dani's guidance. It isn't a subservient cowering; it is a deliberate, conscious act of surrender, a relinquishing of control.
Dani’s hand rests on top of my head, her fingers slowly pushing their way into my hair, gliding over the top and into the hair on the back of my head, a tender yet assertive gesture that conveys both power and intimacy. As her fingers tangle themselves deeper, they close, grasping a fist full of my blonde hair. The tight grip and gentle pull make me look up, my eyes seeing the look of desire and lust on Dani's face. As her hips slide forward, her hand begins pulling, my face on a path to collide with her. Looking back down, I now see that her free hand has pulled the lace fabric to the side, exposing her sex. I get only a brief view of the glistening labia between her thighs before my lips collide with hers.
Bracing myself, my hands on her thighs, I patiently wait, permission to taste not yet given, as her hips grind into my face. Dani's wet cunt rubs against my lips, up to my nose and back down again. The grip on my hair getting tighter, the pull against her cunt firmer. The words I'm waiting for are finally spoken.
"Taste your Mistress." The command is firm and short.
Without hesitating, my tongue springs forth, parting those wet lips and pressing against her swollen clit. Timing the rhythm of her hips, I lick up and down, going against her motions.
"That's it... lick my pussy... make Mistress cum all over that pretty face, pet" Dani's words coming out in short bursts between moans.
Feeling her pace quicken and not wanting to disappoint, I flatten my tongue, spreading her cunt wider, fully covering her clit, switching from licks to sucks, every other thrust of her hips releasing a fresh stream of sweet nectar.
Suddenly, the fist in my hair pulls my head back as Dani steps forward, her pussy directly over me. Dropping her hips, pulling my head up, she rides my face, her moans growing in strength.
"That's it... right there.... oh I'm cumming... fuck I'm cumming...!" Her hips jerking, thighs shaking. Sealing my lips around her leaking sex, I wrap my arms around her hips, my hands grabbing onto her soft round ass cheeks. Massaging the big soft globes as she rides out the orgasm that has taken over her body, holding on tightly not wanting to break the seal and help her orgasm last as long as possible.
As the orgasm fades, Dani steps back, her face flush. A look of satisfaction as she sees me, kneeling on the floor, evidence of her wetness smeared across my face. Leaning back onto her desk, she runs her hands up her body, again lifting those magnificent breasts. Little beads of sweat sprinkle her chest, some running down the center crease. Without thought, lost in a daze, my fingers travel to my own needy pussy. As my fingers slowly work against my clit through the outside of my cotton panties, I notice that they are soaked through.
"WHAT do you think you are doing?" The sharp words cut through my daze and yank me back to reality.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
"I-- I'm. I'm sorry, Miss!" The apology is weak and pathetic.
"On your feet, panties off. Bend over the desk. Now." The command is clear, the tone icy, the intention obvious.
"Yes, Miss." I'm standing and removing my panties at the same time. Kicking them to the side, I hurry towards the side of the desk, passing by Dani. As I reach the desk a sudden sensation of burning hot fire explodes across my ass. The sudden impact forces me to fall forward, bent over the desk, my breasts momentarily squished beneath me. Propping myself up on my elbow, I look back behind me. There's Dani, standing over me, her hand raised and a fire in her eyes that had not been there previously.
SMACK! The right cheek of my ass bounces from the impact, an immediate perfect outline of her hand welting onto my skin.
"You will not touch yourself without permission."
SMACK! The left cheek takes its turn.
"You will not feel pleasure without permission."
SMACK! This time, the impact lands directly across the crack of my ass.
"You will not cum without permission. Do you understand?" The question that isn't really a question is asked in a tone that dares me to challenge.
"Yes, Miss Dani, I understand."
Did I just call her Miss Dani?
"Good, now that we settled that little unpleasantry, climb up on that desk, hands and knees."
"Yes, Miss." Lifting my legs, one at a time to crawl up onto the desk, my hands pushing the papers away. Settling into position, my hands shoulder width apart, knees spread apart, back arched so my ass is pushed up. Looking forward, wondering what's to come next, I'm met with the soft touch of palms on my ass cheeks. Gently, they caress the sore and welted flesh before her fingertips lightly drag down the back of my thighs, then back up the insides of my thighs.
"Oh..." I whimper softly as I feel those fingers come into contact with my exposed mound.
"My pet really is needy," Dani says, just above a whisper. Without hesitation or warning, she pushes two fingers inside. My wetness, more than enough lubrication, allows Dani to bury her fingers fully inside me.
"Mmmm yeesss....." My head leaning back, moaning those words to the ceiling.
Dani wastes no time, her fingers spreading me open wide, working in and out of my pussy. My wetness running down her wrist in a thin trail.
Don't cum. Don't cum. Don't cum. My thoughts focus on that one task as I push my knees wider, wanting Dani to have full access to stretch her pet to her satisfaction.
Doing all I can to keep my body relaxed, my thighs quivering, my teeth biting into my arm, fighting to contain the orgasm that is building to the point of explosion.
"My pet is ready to cum ALREADY?" She lets out a soft giggle as the fingers inside me suddenly vanish.
The sudden emptiness, which would normally bring on a feeling of utter disappointment, surprisingly feels like relief. As the climax that I was so close to reaching begins to fade, I drop my head, looking back between my legs in time to see the perfectly manicured fingers of Miss Dani cover my clit and begin a rapid rotation over my swollen and sensitive clit. The sudden attack on my clit shoves me right back to the edge, my moans long and drawn out.
"Cum for me, pet. Cum for your Mistress. Cum hard, cum long. Show me your appreciation." Dani's fingers a blur as they rub against my aching clit. Her other hand grabbing my ass hard before pushing her thumb into my anus.
"Ahhhh.... yes.... yes yes yes... I'm cuuuuummmiiinnnggg!" Dani's permission, the magic words needed to push me into the land of pleasure and satisfaction. Her words seemingly pressing a button connected to my nervous system that I didn't know existed. Bearing down hard, I ride the tidal waves of pleasure as they crash over me. Her fingers orchestrating the symphony that is my climax. Letting myself fall fully into the orgasm, I feel my squirt burst free from its dam. Unable to hold up my own body weight any longer, I collapse to my stomach, the waves of pleasure slowly washing away.
Standing, Dani slowly pulls her hand free from between my thighs, leaving me there in a puddle of my own squirt, breathing heavy and dripping sweat. Walking around the desk to her chair, she sits, straightening the papers I left in disarray.
Looking over at me, she licks her fingers, giving me a wink.
"I expect those reports to be filed on time tomorrow. You're released for the day."
