mona the weather girl

i was sitting at my desk, looking at the pictures one more time. The girl had wonderful 36 c breasts, her nipples firm and pointing outward. Her legs spread, her pussy shaven. One picture had her on her knees, her ass pointed to the camera. Another had her bending over the arm of a chair, her pussy and ass exposed.....Another had her wrists bound to her ankles, her ass high in the air......a plug in her tight hole.....

I heard the knock on the door and there she was.....my new weather girl. I now had pictures of her in obscene poses....and I would soon make her my slave....

"Um, excuse me Sir. I don't mean to bother you." I was nervous as hell. I stuck my head in the door first. I had just been hired and here I was already questioning my new boss. I walked into his office. I was even to afraid to sit down. I can do this. I am a respected meterologist and a strong woman. I have every right to discuss the clothing that was choosen for me. "Sir, I am assuming that there is a mistake with my wardrobe. The blouse is practically see through and it is far too tight. The skirt really is too short and I would never wear fishnet stockings while working. It just isn't professional. I am not a bimbo here to bounce for the male demographic."

I was feeling more confident by the moment and I even sat down in the chair opposite my new boss. I crossed my legs and waited for an answer. I deserved an answer.

Mona, we have polls that describe what our weather girl should wear. 85% of the men wish to see an attractive girl in a provacative dress.

What I really wanted to talk to you was this. An envelope was given to me recently with some, er, pictures. they are shockingly obscene. I showed her one of the pictures, the one with her bending over the arm of the chair. A dildo was inserted in her love box. Her face had a pained look on it.....Yet she was obviously excited.

Now mona, I would like you to explain these pictures to me. And mona, unbutton the top two buttons of your blouse. The men in our survey want to see a little more.

How did you get these? These are private. I was so embarrased. How did he find these? Michael promised me never to show them to anyone. He promised. I had never let anyone take pictures of me before. Then Micheal came along.

God, he had made me feel so sexy and hot and well, wet. Somehow he knew. He knew that I needed him to do those things to me. I had the hotest, most gratifing, mind blowing sex with him. I trusted him. I trusted him and he broke my trust. How could he do that? I couldn't have done that with anyone else. He made me feel so alive and electric all tied up like that. Does my boss have that picture? I had never felt more free than when Michael tied me tight, teased me and then took what he wanted hard.

Two buttons? My mind suddenly snapped back to the present. I felt my face grow red and flush. This was not what I had in mind to do with my communications degree. Michael was the one who encouraged me in that too.

I tried to keep my voice steady when I said "I'm not on camera now. I don't think the men in the survey can see me now." I was trying to put on a brave face, but I couldn't stop my hands from shaking. "What are you going to do with those pictures? I want them back." I crossed my arms in front of my chest. I could feel my nipples, hard as stones, poking through my shirt. "I don't know how you got them, but they are private and they are mine." I put my shaking hand out hoping he would place the envelope in my hand.

It wasn't cold in the room. Why were my nipples hard. Why was I feeling that anticipation in my thighs and in other places? This was wrong. What he was planning to do whatever it was, was going to be wrong.

I could see mona's cleavage as she unbuttoned her blouse. Now, lift up that dress, mona. I want to see what you are wearing underneath.

Mona slowly lifted her dress, her face flush with embarrassment. "And by the way, these pics are mine. I paid a nice sum for them. I plan to put them on the internet to show your many fans what you enjoy."

I could see her nipples pushing through your blouse......"Unbutton the rest of the buttons, mona. I'd like to see how your breasts look when you are excited."

I had to do what he said. "Please, I'll do what you want. Please don't put them on the internet." She begged. Maybe if I show him and tease him then I can grab all the pictures. Maybe he doesn't have copies. Maybe. I undid the buttons. My hands were still shaking. I wished I had worn panties with my stockings, but I hadn't done the damn laundry. I can't believe I shaved last night. He's going to see everything.

Her sheer push up bra did nothing to hid her bullet pointed nipples. Her cunt lips were starting to swell. This was something Michael would make her do, but it would have been at the house not in a public place. God, please don't let me be excited for him. All she could think about was when Micheal made her do this and how wet and wanting it had made her.

Her boss took the pictures, opened a drawer, placed them inside and locked it. Fuck. How am I going to get them back. This can't be happening to me.

I got up and moved toward mona....."let me see those breasts of yours," I said...She looked startled and started to back away....I moved in closer......my arm around her waist.....my other hand pulling her remaining buttons loose.....i push the blouse from her body......then my hand quickly undoes her bra.....and i pull it from her body......

I lean over and command..."kiss me." She hesitated, so i pressed my lips against hers......i enjoyed her wet lips.....watching her eyes closed........my tongue touched hers......what a feeling....

my right hand presses against her left breast....i give it a squeeze.......nice and soft......I then take two fingers and give her nipple a pinch!

I didn't know what to do. I knew I couldn't get the pictures now. I wanted to leave. I wanted to run. He said something to me and I didn't even hear him. I just backed away from him. He grabed me and held me tightly with his strong arms. Escape wasn't a possibility. He ripped my blouse from my body. I was breathing too quickly, almost hyperventlating. I knew I should be struggling, but it all happened in slow motion and I was frozen. He removed my bra. My nipples continued to harden in the cold air conditioned office.

He told me to kiss him, but I was paralyzed. He kissed me. It was soft, but firm. I automaticaly opened my mouth and closed my eyes. He had me. His tongue was so soft and loving. I wanted more. It had been so long since I had been kissed like that. It was gentle, but I knew I had to comply. I felt that warm electric feeling down there. I was suddenly so shy.

I felt his warm hand on my breast. It was calming. I felt so safe in his arms. THis was so wrong. How could I feel safe in this blackmailer's arms? What was wrong with me? He pinched my nipple and I felt my knees begin to buckle. I was so dizzy. He held me tight and wouldn't let me fall. I knew he wouldn't let me fall.

His hand snaked down my back. He held me tighter so I could feel his hard cock against me. He kneaded my ass and pulled me into him.

"You like this don't you Mona? Do you feel what you do to me? Can you feel me against you. Tell me what you want. This might be the only time I ask you. Tell me." He whispered into my hear. I felt my self melting into him. His voice sent a current through my body.

"Spread your legs, mona" I commanded. She did as she was told, and my hand slid between her legs and disappeared up her skirt.......She began to back away, but I held her steady. My hands found her panties. I shook my head. "No more panties, mona, or else these pics are shown to your family." My hand slid underneath her panties. Two fingers slid across her wet pussy lips.

"No, stop. Please." I followed every command he gave. I knew he felt how wet I was. He began to lightly slap my pussy lips. Then the slaps became harder and quicker. I moaned again. I closed my legs as much as I could with his hand there. "Open your legs now." I hesitated and then opened them again.

You do what I say when I say it. Everytime you disobey, you will be punished. You will take your punishment or those picture will be sent to all the stations in the state, posted on the internet and sent to your parents. I have them in my computer and the negatives are somewhere safe. Do you know how easy it is to send pictures over the internet. I can send them anywhere and everywhere I want."

"I'll do what you say." What choice did I have? Tears fell down my face and on to my breasts. The harder he slapped my pussy, the closer I came to cumming. I repeated over and over in my head he will not make me cum. He will not make me cum.

"What do you think your punishment should be? The pictures give me some ideas."

i pulled mona's skirt down to her knees....then stripped off her panties down her hips. They dropped to the floor....I gazed on her beautiful legs, her wet pussy and around to her spankable ass. I turned her around to face the side of the desk and bent her forward. Her ass in the air, I wrapped my left arm around her waist and smoothed my hand hand across her pale behind.

"Your ass is mine, mona" I told her....I raised my hand and began to spank her....

Michael had spanked me, but I had a safe word and I trusted him.

My boss held me down on top of his desk. He hadn't even bothered to move his papers or anything else off his desk. I was smashed into pens. There was a ruler in his pencil cup and I hoped he forgot it was there. Everytime his hand struck me, I yelped and rubbed my self all over the desk. My hard nipples scraped against his damn calander. He rained blowes all over my ass. I knew it was bright red.

"Please stop. It's too much. Stop!" He laughed at me and hit me harder. He remove his arm from around my waist and pushed my head harder into the top of the desk. There was no way I could escape him.

"Mona, you will take so much more, you slut." He picked up the dreaded ruler and scraped the corner all over my burning ass. Then he pushed the corner in my ass; just enough for me to cry out. Once he removed it, he covered my ass with welts. I didn't stop screaming until my voice was gone.

My hand smoothed over her welted ass. I could feel the warmth on her red cheeks....my hand then moved between her legs. I could feel her wetness. "You like this, don't you slut." She looked at me and blushed, knowing I discovered her secret. "You liked being made to dress like a slut and having your picture taken in bondage." I opened the drawer and took out the rope and a camera.

"We can do it too. Tell me you would like that, mona."

I didn't know what to say. I felt so out of control and helpless. I loved that feeling and when he felt my hot wet pussy and sighed in exctasy. Could he make me feel safe? Could I trust him? What about the pictures? He had made me so hot and I wanted more. I did. I began to cry again, confused and wanting.

i took the rope and wrapped it around her wrists...."no answer, huh slut" I told her.

"Too bad. I will make it worst for you." I could feel her uncertainty. "Do not worry. I won't take you too far tonight. You still have the 11 o'clock weather to do. I'll dress you special for that."

I pulled her wrists to the end of the desk and tied it to a hook in the other side. I could see her stretched body, her breasts pressed against the desk, her ass high in the air, her feet on tiptoes. I opened the drawer again and took out the riding crop. It had a thin leather horse on it. I gently placed it on her quivering ass.

I raised it in the air and SMACK!!

Her ass began to dance.

The riding crop made criss cross welts on my ass. My ass jiggled with each stroke. My sex betrayed me again. My juices were beginning to slid down my thighs. I knew he would see it. I knew he would torment me because of it. The crop stopped. I looked back at him and saw the flash of the camera. My face! My face would be in the picture. I had given him more to blackmail me with.

"You know you like it. You need it. Don't you? Tell me you need it." He spoke calmly.

"Tell me you want it Mona!" This time he screamed. He put down the camera and hit my ass and thighs over and over again quickly.

I screamed, "I want it! I need it! Oh God, it feels so good!" Had I said that? Was that my voice screaming?

Suddenly he thrust 2 fingers into my pussy. He slammed them in and out of me. He picked the crop again and smcked my ass. I was moaning and sreaming. "More, more I need to cum!"

FLASH! FLASH! The camera caught her face looking back and crying. Her red ass also shone on camera. "These will make excellent pictures for my album" I said.

My shaft swollen, I stripped off my pants. I moved behind her and spred her legs. My cock slid across her wet pussy. "Ah, mona, you do like this, don't you?" I asked. She just nodded.

I thrust in her, gripping her ass and pulling her towards me. I began to pump in her waiting cunt, deeper and deeper.

She moaned with excitedment.

I couldn't control myself anymore. It had been so long since I had been good and fucked hard. I moaned. I tried to push back and meet his thrusts as much as I could tied the way I was. His balls slapped my clit. His fingers dug into my ass.

"Oh, God. Harder please Sir harder. Fuck that pussy."

I loved the sound of his body slamming into me. My ass stung pleasurable every time he thrust in my cunt. I gripped his large cock with my cunt. He was bigger than I thought he would be. He filled me up so good. I didn't know what would happen later, but I didn't fucking care anymore.

"Slap my ass Sir, please. Make it burn. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

I raised my hand and SWAT!! My hand gave it to her hard!! She squirmed and tighten up on my cock that I groaned with pleasure. I pumped in faster and faster, holding onto her red ass while I spanked it. SWAT!! SWAT!!

I raised my head and yelled "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

I loved every moment of it. She in my office, tied up and defenseless. My cock, almost ready to cum.

I gave her one final thrust. Then I CAME! My sperm squirted in her love box.

I felt him explode inside me. My pussy milked his cock empty as I came. My voice was hoarse, but I didn't care it felt so good. I orgasmed hard. I felt my body tense, toes curling in my shoes, my ass pushing back as much as I could, and then the release. I felt high and dizzy.

I squirted and it felt so good. He was surprised. I couldn't stop. My juice squirted everywhere, on his desk, the floor, all over him and his legs. I was glad I was tied down or I knew I would have fallen to the floor.

Michael had taken a picture of me laying in my juice,but not of me squirting. He said it was just for him to see. I didn't care. I just happened to be one of the lucky women who could squirt.

I gave mona one last SWAT!! on her shivering ass, then untied her bonds and stood her up. I then took her to my closet. There were an array of women's clothes. I took out the sheer blouse and told her to put it on.

"Without my bra?" mona asked.

"Yes, mona, from now on, you will not wear a bra on camera." I responded.

She put the blouse on carefully, her nipples pressed against the sheer material. They began to swell at the attention. She moaned softly.

I took out the short skirt and handed it to her. She slipped into it and gasped as she looked in the mirror. It barely covered her slit and it creeped up above her thighs.

"I will almost show myself to the public." she cried out.

"Yes, mona, our surveys show that the public would like to see more of you. Now unbutton the first two buttons on the blouse." I said.

Last, I took the anal plug and handed it to her. "Put it on, mona." I commanded.

"Dry?" I asked fearfully.

"Open you legs wider and then slide it in your pussy." As I stood wider, the skirt slid up and completely displayed my cunt. I gasped. I slid the inch wide, 3 inch long plug in and out of my pussy.

"That's enough" I slid it in two more times and he grabbed my arm. "I told you to stop."

"I'm sorry." The tone in his voice made me nervous. He pushed me down on the desk and steadily put the plug in my ass deeply. It stretched me wide and I wasn't sure if I would rip or not. My greedy ass swallowed it. He tapped on the end several times.

"You need to practice moving around with it in your ass. There will be consequences if it falls out. Get down on the floor. On your hands and knees lick up your cunt juice."

I knew he was upset with me and I regretted not stopping. I quickly fell to my knees and began lapping up my juice. I had to squeeze my ass to grip the plug. He swatted my ass again as I was licking the floor. My face smushed into my goo. My nipples were dragging on the floor without my bra.

Tim picked up his cane and laid it across her red behind.....He raised it and struck her twin globes. SWISH!!

A red welt rose from her ass. He watched as she cried out. Her plug vibrated with the cut. He struck her again. SWISH!! Another red welt rose. She lunged forward, moving, trying to get away from the cane.

SWISH!! a third welt rose just below the other two. SHe screamed, tears flowing from her eyes. The welts, as well as the fullness of the plug, made excited. Her pussy dripped down her leg.

Tim pulled her up and straigtened her clothes. "Time for the 11 o'clock weather. Go out there and do the best job in the city! You will certainly impress them with your nipples pushing out of your blouse.

And don't forget, that plug has to stay in."

He canes me again three times on my ass. The plug makes me feel so full. The strikes only pushed it in deeper and make me clench my ass hole on it. It vibrates deep within my bowels. I had forgotten how much I loved that.

He pulls me me up, straightens my clothes and sends me out to go on the air. My squirts have made the blouse wet and transparent. Even my aerolas show through. It will me so humilliating and yummy. I mean, this isn't what I planned on, but I ...

The anchor introduces me as the new weather girl. He winks at me. I groan how at how slick he thinks he is. He is nothing to me. Only Tim matters. He asks me a stupid question, but I answer him nicely.

There is weather all over the country that I need to report on. Every move I make causes my nipples to brush against my wet blouse. I don't even fight it anymore. I stand up straight, my nipples straining to be released from my blouse. What will everyone think?

As I move the plug feels awkward inside me. I feel it with every step. My cunt is so wet the moisture slides back to my ass. I'm almost done with my report. It starts to slide. I clench down pulling it back inside me. The feeling of it moving and the fear of it falling are delicious. I feel the wave of pleasure drench me. when I clench my skirt moves accross my welts, his welts. The pain is thrilling.

The anchor asks me another question, but I didn't hear him. I apologize and ask him to repeat it. I answer with a smile and say "Back to you, Paul."

I'm done. I did it. I continue to clench my ass thinking how toned it will become from all this exercise. I hope he will be proud of me. Everything now depends on what he thinks. I don't care about the good jobs the crew say. I need him to say it. I want him to approve.

I watched mona squirm on the monitor and I smiled. Her nipples pressed through the blouse and showed how swollen they were. Her buttons were stretched against her skin. YOu could almost see in her shirt and watched her breasts show through the wet blouse.

Her legs shook as she tried to make the plug stay in. Her skirt rose so you could almost see her shaven pussy and her ass as she turned toward the weather map.

"How is the input on the new weather girl?" I asked my assistant.

"Calls are coming in 5 to 1 approval, sir" he said

"You should sit in on my next conference with mona, Jim. You will like her. And I need some advice on her wardrobe. Like how many more buttons we should have her unbutton." I said.

"Yes sir." he said.

I walked directly back to Tim's office. I stood in the doorway.

"Can I come in, Sir?"

"Yes, Mona." When I walked in, I saw Jim sitting on the couch.

"Jim, tell Mona what the number said." I knew my pussy and ass were practically showing and my tits were on display. I didn't want Jim to be here. I wanted to be alone with Tim. I looked at Tim confused.

"Sure Boss. Mona," Jim said, "the numbers look good. 5 out of 6 viewers enjoyed your report. 98% of men were pleased and 80% of the positive calls were from women. They said you were beautiful and they couldn't keep thier eyes off you."

"That's great." I said. I smiled, looked at the floor and then at Tim. "What did you think Tim?"

"You looked wonderful, but you did make a mistake. Jim close the door. The entire crew doesn't need to hear this, yet." I cringed a the word yet. Was Tim going to display me to Jim or was this a test?

"Do you know what you did wrong Mona?" I tried to remember every detail, but I didn't remember a mistake. "I don't know. What did I do wrong?" I had displeased him. It wasn't right. I had made a mistake.

"Jim, did you catch it?"

"It was almost perfect, but you weren't paying attention when Paul was talking to you. I'm sure it was just because you were nervous. That's all."

"But we cannot allow a mistake to go unpunished, can we Jim?" I smiled at Jim.

"Yes sir." Jim responded, knowingly.

Mona looked nervously at the two men.

"Why don't you take Mona into the punishment room, Jim" Tim commanded.

Jim took Mona's hand and led her into the room in the back. Tim followed.

Jim took the cuffs in the room and put them on mona's wrists. He then tied her to the hook in the ceiling. He put a blindfold across her eyes so she could not see who would be hurting her. She swung to and fro, squirming, wanting to get away. Her skirt creeped up over her ass, the butt plug showing.

"What do we have here." Jim asked.

"Something we put in to make sure mona remembered her place." I responded. "Why don't you take it out. The show is over."

Jim looked me up and down with a smirk on his face. He knew. He knew about the pictures. He knew what I had done and he was going to help Jim do more to me. I thought I was pledging myself to Tim and Tim alone. My wetnes from the thrill of being on camera was dripping down my inner thigh.

I knew the apprehension showed on my face. They both smiled at me. The words punishment room echoed in my head. JIm took my hand tightly and led me into a room in the back of the studio. I had never knew there was a room back here.

Tim walked behind me and I looked at him pleading. I was afraid to speak. Would he protect me or would they both enjoy me? I wasn't feeling safe anymore.

JIm let go of my hand. Dumbstruck, I just stood there. He placed cuffs on my wrists. I don't know why I didn't run or scream. He attached a hook from the ceiling to the cuffs and lifted me so I stood on my tip toes in my stilleto heels. From his back pocket, Jim took out a black scarf. He tied it tightly around my head, covering my eyes.

I familiar feeling ran up and down my thighs. It was that flash of heat and wetness. One of the men pushed me off balance. I squealed and squirmed to lift my weight off of my wrists. The cuffs didn't cut my flesh yet, but this had just started. I felt the cool air on my pussy and ass. Tim said something to Jim about the plug in my ass.

A hand grabbed my leg a placed it on a stool or something. I was off balance and bending slightly over. Again my weight was on my shoulders and wrists. I felt a hand, I thought it was Jim, begin play with my ass. He playfully spanked the plug in deeper. The vibrations rung like a bell through my core. I couldn't see anything through the scarf. The anticipation was killing me. What I am sure were seconds, felt like hours.

He pulled it out quickly and painfully from my ass. I felt so empty.

"Look at the hole her ass has now. Isn't that nice?" Jim said.

He rammed it back in my ass without warning. I almost fell off my perch. My whole body thrust forward. He pulled it completely out and shoved it in again. I was moaning in surprise and then in pleasure. I felt so alive.

I watched mona moan with excitement. She loved Jim pulling the plug out of her ass, then shoving it back in. She loved her ass being abused in this way. I moved in front of her. I leaned over and kissed her sweet lips. My hands squeezed her breasts, then my fingers twisted her nipples. She moaned in pain. But she also smiled.

i held her around the waist as my mouth sucked on one of her orbs. Then I bit on one of her nipples. My teeth dragged along her swollen nipple until it released it. She raised her head and sighed.

I then picked up the cane and laid it gently across her breasts. Her body stiffened as she recognized the feel, then pulled back. I quickly raised the cane and SWISH!! A red welt rose from her 36 c breasts. She cried out.

"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she pulled back.

At the same time, Jim thrust the anal plug back into her orofice. She thrust forward. Her breasts pointed forward.

I struck her again with the cane. She cried out.

This happened again and again. Her cries filled the closet.