... tonight will be the 'unwrapping' of my Master's birthday present.Because my hair is foxy, I do not care for wearing red as a colour. Perhaps it is the colour of love, but for me, it clashes. Instead, I have chosen green, a sumptuous deep shade in satin and lace, that sets off my Celtic pale skin, and complements my hair. So, I am wearing a moss green bodice, underwired to support my large, and otherwise slightly pendulous breasts, and to enhance my cleavage. It is made up at the front with 'untie me' laces. The matching panties are scanty, and also of the tie kind. Carefully I make up the panty side laces into a bow, of the sort that might easily be undone by, say, teeth. My stockings are the lacy-topped, hold-up variety, revealing the smooth curve of my thighs, inviting entry within.Over the whole, I am wearing a full-length sheer silk negligee, also green: almost, but not quite transparent, hinting at what lies beneath, without actually revealing it.My bedroom is care
My Master disappears from the room, to return a minute or so later with his briefcase and a bowl of ice cubes. Grinning wickedly, he opens the case, pointedly turning it with the lid facing back to me, so that I cannot see the contents. However, I recognise the spreader bar he produces.Quickly he shackles my ankles into the bar, spreading my legs apart so that I hover with difficulty between standing and supporting my weight on the cuffs. I am now stretched upwards, legs spread and my Master can circle me.He almost prowls around me. "Beautiful." Coming close, he circles my waist with one arm, kisses me again on the mouth then "Do you know what I find most appealing about you, Elizabeth?"Biting my lip with increasing arousal and anticipation, I shake my head. My Master slips his fingers between my legs, parts my lips with his fingers and tweaks my clit. As I yelp in response, he says, "You love to be fucked. You have no idea how much of a turn-on that is."And he plunges two
My Master stands again and holding the flogger by the cords, pushes the handle up inside me. "My juicy Elizabeth... Who would have thought you could be such a glutton for punishment?" Once more supporting me by the waist, he pumps inside me with the flogger handle, hard and rough, but it is slick with my surging juices and slides easily in and out.Half delirious in tormented bliss, I squall and scream as I writhe in my Master's grasp, the handle pounding inside me all the while. It is too much, too much and I can take no more."Redhead!" I yell. "Redhead. Redhead."He stops instantly, withdrawing the handle. Unclamping my nipples, he reaches up to uncuff my hands. My weight released, I stagger against the spreader bar hobbling my ankles, but he catches me and lifting me bodily, dumps me roughly on the bed.With barely a pause in his stride, he grabs first one hand, fettering the wrist to the cuffs attached to the bed head, then the other, stretching my arms wide. Quickly he re
Up on the tenth floor, my Master makes me welcome in his office. "Hello, Elizabeth. I just wanted a quick chat. Coffee?""Thanks, yes, I'd love one."He rings through a request to Francis then returns his attention to me. "I have a meeting tomorrow. A very important meeting with potential clients who, if we can get the deal, will be worth a great deal of money to the company.""Okay." I nod attentively.What does this have to do with me?"I would like you to sit in on the meeting."Oh!"You have already proved that you have an eye for detail with your work in the procurement section. It may have been an unpleasant little episode, but it saved the company a lot of money. Tomorrow, I want you to sit in as secretary to the meeting and take the minutes."He leans forward. "Elizabeth, I want you to bring in that talent for detail again. Take notes of what is said—proposals, agreements, suggestions, whatever there is. However, I also want you to watch the people—body language
... My Master is not exactly smiling, but his teeth show a little, white against his tan as I see his breathing deepening. "I don't think we need those, do we?" he says, and one-handed, he teases apart the side laces of the panties, discarding them."Unlace the top of your bodice. I want to see your breasts."Slowly, I pull the laces of the bodice open, allowing my heavy breasts to swing free from their confinement."Now, closer. Then start fucking yourself again."I stand close to him, as he leans farther back into the settee and says, "Closer. I want to see everything."I try to move closer, but cannot as my knees chafe against the couch. "Closer," he says. "Kneel up. Straddle me."Kneeling up, my legs parted astride my Master, he supports me with his hands on my hips, steadying me. "Now," he commands. "Play with yourself. I want to see you dripping."This will not be difficult. The act of opening myself, so close to my Master's face that I can feel the heat of his b
"So, what do you think?" asks my Master. "How did it go?"We are sitting in his office, following a meeting with Alexander Thornton, Senior and Jaye Thornton, Junior.My Master, Richard Haswell, is negotiating a real estate deal with them worth tens of millions. I have been acting as secretary at the meeting, taking the minutes. Also, I have been acting on instructions from my Master to be his eyes and ears; to gauge reactions, to people-watch.What do I think?I sip my coffee, choosing my words."I think that Thornton Senior wants the deal. He thinks that being associated with the Haswell Corporation will enhance his company's reputation and that he will be able to pass that legacy to his son. However, I also think that Thornton Junior believes the opposite; that their company will be swallowed whole by Haswell and lose its identity. It doesn't matter to him how attractive the deal is financially. He doesn't want his father's company to appear to be the junior partner."My
Thrusting into me, my Master says "You needn't think you're going to get your own way this easily Elizabeth. You're not allowed to cum yet. This is just to give me a bit of relief before I give you the spanking you deserve. I had to sit through the rest of the evening with my cock twitching below the tablecloth. You are only going to come when that naked bottom of yours is bright red."I am already thoroughly aroused. They say that the best sex always starts in the head, and the anticipation of waiting for my Master to discover my dishabille, on top of the success of my suggestion regarding the Thorntons, has left me feeling high. My pussy is wet and warm, and my Master's hard fucking is rapidly bringing me to climax. He realizes this and withdraws.Putting me down he orders "Into the bedroom, and bend over the bed." I do as I am told, bending over the foot of the bed, my butt raised. My skirt has dropped down to cover me up again but my Master does not bother to remove it, simp
The deal with the Thornton's goes well. My Master is pleased. Signed, sealed and delivered, a copy of the contract papers lands on my desk. "I want you to be familiar with them, Elizabeth." says my Master. "You were instrumental in making the deal work. I want you involved with its progress. Take the time to know the details, the legal ins and outs."Fair enough. I settle to read my way through a book's worth of small print, and quickly decide that 'legalese' is heavy reading. However, the gist of the agreement is simple enough. The Haswell Corporation and the Thorntons are setting up a holding company to act as a legal envelope for a huge redevelopment in a run-down part of the City. The project is huge, involving the building or renovation of a vast acreage to provide luxury apartments, affordable housing and all the facilities and amenities needed for a properly functioning community; shops, offices, a park, rail and subway....... The budget runs into eye-watering amounts of money