A while ago my sexy male friend and I decided to write a story together. It was sparked after he (@maurelius1066) tweeted about a sexy secretary with a tight skirt who passed by his office and all the things he wanted to do with her. I started writing and he continued. The fun of this project was that we could not plan ahead what we would write, as we did not know where the other party would take the story. And of course the challenge was to keep the momentum in the story and to make it ONE story. You might remember this friend of mine from the hotel story… and he will feature in more true stories here on my blog in future.
Continued from… Katie & Steve (10)
A faint whisper of feet on the warm wooden floor and the telltale trace of his cologne told Katie that Steve had returned. She felt a presence in front of her and suddenly he was pinching her nipple firmly between his fingers. The pressure made her wince, but it also turned the moistness between her legs to a flood.
“Are you my slave?” he asked.
“Yes sir, I am your slave,” she replied.
“Good,” he said, “I have something here that you might enjoy, bend over and grab you ankles.”
Katie bent at the waist and gripped her ankles firmly. Standing behind her Steve once again admired the tight fitting ass plug Katie had inserted earlier. In her world of darkness, bent over and with her ass in the air, Katie felt vulnerable, but soon that sensation was replaced by another when she felt the touch of what felt like soft fingers tracing across her back. Suddenly there was a swish in the air and a firm whack across the taught skin of her ass. Katie yelped out loud as the exquisite heat and pain radiated across her ass.
“What the fuck was that!!!” she cried, and instantly she felt another blow from the instrument, harder this time.
“That,” Steve said, “is my flogger made of nine strips of soft but firm leather, you will come to know it well my darling slave, because when you do not comply with my wishes it will find your ass and show you the error of your ways.”
With that Steve flashed the flogger once more across her ass, “and that,” he said, “is for that little outburst. I will not have you speaking to me that way. Are we clear about that?”
“Yes sir,” she replied, “very clear.”
As she stood there the pain of the three blows of the flogger was still stinging on her ass, but at the same time warm sticky fluid was running down the inside of her thighs, she was so turned on she was literally dribbling wet.
Katie listened carefully for the next swish of the flogger, but heard nothing. It was quiet around her. She wished that she could see where Steve was and what he was doing. She thought about what he had just said: he is the master, she is the slave. Her heart missed a beat when she repeated those words in her mind. Yes, that is what she wants him to be. Her master. She wants to obey him, wants to do exactly what he expects of her. These thoughts excited her, but also filled her with some fear. Will she be able to live up to his expectations? She was a very independent woman, used to making her own decisions. Will she be able to let go of her independence and submit herself to Steve? Oh how she wanted to do that. There was chemistry between them and she just could not ignore it. Subconsciously she had been looking for a dominant man for so long. Could it be that Steve was the one? She sure as hell was going to try, she decided. She will follow his orders. To the letter. Again she felt a pang of disappointment. She had disobeyed him several times during the day – some he knew about, some he did not. From now on I will obey, she thought and grabbed her ankles even tighter.
Behind her Steve was watching her. He deliberately stayed still, wanting to see how long she would stay in the same position without any further orders from him. He was pleased to see that she grabbed her ankles tighter and stayed in the same position. Still, he waited. She needed to understand that his orders are to be followed no matter what the circumstances were. And no matter whether her situation became uncomfortable. He watched and waited. Minutes later he noticed that her hands relaxed around her ankles. Some moments later she stretched her fingers and then lightly held onto her ankles again. Katie’s back started to hurt, as did her feet. Her high heels were quite comfortable, but when she stood for too long, her feet started to hurt. She listened again. Steve must have left the room. There was no sound at all around her. Everything was quiet. She turned her head to one side to listen. Silence. To the other side. More silence. Totally forgetting about her decision to obey, she slowly let go of her ankles. When nothing happened, she was sure that Steve was not in the room anymore. She needed to stretch her back. Katie listened once more and then quickly straightened up. Before she could bend down to grip her ankles again, she heard the swish and realized that Steve had been standing behind her all the time.
Steve’s face was grim when he flashed the flogger across her ass again. At first he thought that she would obey, but when he saw her hands relaxing around her ankles, he wondered what would follow. As she straightened up he understood that it would take much more to discipline her than a couple of strokes with the flogger.
“Did I give you permission to let go of your ankles, Katie?”
“No sir,” Katie mumbled with her mouth against her knees.
Instantly her ass hurt as the flogger touched her again.
“No sir, you did not give me permission,” Katie said loud and clear.
“Then why did you do it?” Steve asked. Katie did not answer. Silence fell in again. Steve waited for an answer. Katie did not speak. Several minutes later Steve sighed audibly.
“You really disappoint me, Katie,” he said. Katie felt tears in her eyes. She could hear the disappointment in his voice and in a strange way that hurt her. She did not want him to feel like that; she wanted him to be proud of her.
“I need you to think for a moment before you answer my next question, Katie.”
“Are you willing to submit to me? Do you want this as much as I do?”
Katie did not have to think for long.
“I want to be your slave, Steve,” she said.
To be continued… Katie & Steve (12)
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