A Visit to the Law Office

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

“My heart and soul?” I felt my heart jump to my throat. “I thought you just wanted…” his finger pressed into my lips again. In fact one slipped in.

“The moment I saw you…” he smiled and shook his head. “For now let me just say. You will find this a stimulating evening.” His eyes twinkled. “Suck Callie. Suck likes it’s my cock.”

I can’t describe what my heart and mind were doing at the moment. I started sucking as our eyes met. I felt light headed, short of breath, so excited that my body was on fire. I’d never met anyone who had ever done this to me before. I wasn’t loose, I wasn’t a slut but for this man I would gladly be his sex toy.

The lust in his eyes was deep and primal as he slowly pressed the finger in then out starting a rhythm I followed. His free hand started wandering over my body. I jerked as he pinched a nipple. Slowly the pressure intensified. Why wasn’t I running, why was I pressing into him. Why did I find the lust in his eyes so to my liking. Why did the pain he was bringing make me so hot, so wet.

“Callie,” the finger moved from my lips the damp finger circled the now free nipple, “You seemed to have drifted off.” His tone was jovial. He was finding something pleasing in my actions. “This is what you have waited for all you life,” he hissed in my face, “I will give you exactly what you need.” His hands moved to my shoulders he turned me and walked me toward a door.

“Through this door is the playground you’ve always fantasized. Walk down the stairs take three steps straight ahead then stand and wait. Do not move just wait.”

I stood fidgeting. I hated being in the dark. I could feel the cold tile under my feet as I waited. I didn’t understand why he was doing this, but I did…he was controlling me like no one had dared. The door opened at the top of the stairs, it shut again. I heard him walk down. I trembled unable to control it. I jumped as his hands touched my shoulders. He pressed me down to my knees, he lifted my wrists to the back of my neck. He stepped away. I was in the dark again.

“You are a slave Callie.” The words hung in the dark. I heard myself panting. “You no longer have any rights dear. I have taken you. I have vanquished your will. You are mine.”

Why didn’t I stand and run? I just knelt there panting. “Tell me who you are Callie.” I jerked I hadn’t heard him move but now he was behind me. “Tell me,” he whispered close enough to my ear for me to feel his breathe on my skin.

“I, I’m your slave?” I couldn’t help the question in my voice this was wrong.

“Good girl,” he stroked my back then I heard him step away. “Who owns you?” he was in front of me.

“You can’t…” Slap, I screamed and dropped my hands to my stinging breast.

“Hands back up.” He growled right in my face.

“Please sir, you own me.” I forced out quickly desperate to please him.

“Yes girl, good girl.” He stroked my cheek. I felt tears under his gentle touch.

“Please sir,” I started.

“No, you only speak when spoken to.”

On and on he spoke I answered, if I stumbled pain if I conformed that gentle touch and tone. I heard myself sobbing begging to please him. I couldn’t believe it was me as the words spilled from my mouth.

His hands ran down my body between my thighs. “Soaking wet slut.” I felt a pressure at my lips. “Suck it, taste yourself.” The light burst on I saw him as I opened my mouth and sucked his finger again. He set aside a strange set of glasses and smiled at me.

“First things first slut, we must clean you up.”

[hawk_fann]

I grasped her firmly by the wrist and brought her to her feet, then led her to the large shower stall in the corner. It was important not to show any hesitation with her - it would only send mixed signals and get her confused. She was in the right frame of mind, but she still had a ways to go. She had no idea, really.

"Hands over your head," I said, pulling the one wrist up. She lifted her other arm up and I placed the cuffs around her wrists. She let out a little noise that sounded like an "ohhhhhh" and I tried not to smile. Without any announcements I slipped a blindfold around her eyes. As I tied it tightly in place, I noticed her tongue flick at her lips. Convinced she couldn't see, I stripped down and got into the shower with her.

"I am going to wash you now. I like all my things shiny and clean." Her head turned this way and that, trying to follow my voice. Giving up, she let her head fall back as I turned on the warm spray, her dark hair falling down her back. I began to soap her body, starting with her neck, my hands working her throat and shoulders, then down to her breasts. They were marvelous. I watched as the rivulets of water ran down them to her nipples and dribbled off. I soaped them and let my fingers circle and pinch her nipples, which made her squeal.

"Quiet, slut," I said firmly, deciding she was having too good of a time. "This is not for your pleasure." OK, so I lied a bit there. I continued to work her breasts, hefting one up in each hand. Nice. Firm.

Through all of this I was carefule no tot touch her with anything other than my hands. She shifted on her feet and I knew she was trying to feel me, so I slapped her on the ass. "Stand still, slut, unless you want me to turn this water on cold. Is that what you want?"

"No, please. I'm sorry," she blurted.

I worked down her belly, soaping in slow luxurious circles. She had a nice trimmed patch of hair, very nicely tended. She didn't have much of a tan, but I could tell from the way she kept her patch she liked her bikinis.

I lifted a leg and soaped the length of it, enjoying the nice tone of her muscles. She either runs or spends a lot of time on the treadmill, I thought, enjoying the feel of her. When I was finished with that leg, I did the other.

Then, standing behind her, I reched around and began to soap her between her legs. She moaned as my fsoapy fingers ran over her pussy.

"This is mine," I said, tracing her pussy lips. She moaned and nodded her head. "Say it."

"I - it's yours," she gasped. I rewarded her by slipping a finger inside her. She gasped and tried to push back against me. I avoided the contact and slapped her ass, making her yelp.

"This is mine too," I said, rubbing her ass cheeks, then spreading them apart. I let my finger trail down to her asshole and press.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"Say it."

"P-pplease, I-"

"Say it."

"MY husband never- I haven't..."

I pressed harder, the tip of my finger entering her ass. "Say it," I hissed in her ear.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh." She was writhing, wriggling, and I could not tell whether she was finding this pleasurable, painful, or somewhere in between.

"Say it."

"I'm yours."

"I'm not talking about you. I'm talking about your ass, slut."

"MY ass - it, it's yours."

"That's right, "I said, working my finger in. She gasped and then let out a long, slow moan, her head falling back under the spray. She tried to push back against my finger, and I quickly pulled it out.

I got out of the shower and got dressed, then without a word began drying her off with a towel. I whistled a Rolling Stones tune as I worked on her. When I was finished, I took off the blindfold and watched as her eyes blinked to adjust to the harsh light.

"Enough of that," I said. Now that my slut is nice and clean we're ready to get down to business."