S&M at work 2

You hear my key fit into the lower right hand drawer lock. You have wanted to break that drawer open time and time again, but you didn’t. You never did. You never could because I told you that you are not allowed to look. So you didn’t look. You wanted to, but you simply couldn’t. There was no solution but to leave it. You hear an item, some sort of fiber being pulled from the drawer. You hear me handle it. It seems to take forever for me to clear whatever it was from thedrawer. You hear the drawer close again. You glance at the clock for the meeting, 4 minutes and 36 seconds past time.
You feel the edges of your business skirt being pulled slightly. Then you feel the fabric being tightened and slowly being pulled upward. You feel the skirt rise past your hips. It is pulled up and only your soft silk white thong is between your soft ass and my gaze. You feel it first. You feel the edges of the leather against your soft skin of your leg and then rise to the edge of your ass. The whip slides across your flesh as the goose flesh rises to meet it. You hold your breath and then stare blankly as you hear the moderator say, “Ok, I think that is enough time. We can begin.”
You can’t seem to concentrate and yet you hear all the words completely. You hear the moderator give out all usual banal pleasantries. He thanks all the guests. He thanks all the members representing the potential clients. He mentions how partnerships with any of the competing firms would all be a win for his company. He reassures all those about to make a pitch, including you, that you are all at this meeting now because you were the best of all of them. There are only the few remaining. He says he speaks for the client while saying he would be pleased no doubt to work with any of you, they are only looking for the best of the best. As you thought earlier, banal.
You feel the smooth leather trace its way over the small of your back and all along the lacy edges of your soft panties. You feel it slightly lift the edges up as it moves under and over them. Your breath catches in your throat and in your mouth. You shudder. Your palms remain in place. Anyone seeing the scene play out from a distance wouldn’t understand. They wouldn’t understand that when I tell you to put your hands there you have to put them in that spot and do not move them until told. They may well think it would simply be no effort to lift them and put an end to this little drama. They have no idea. They do not understand that when I make you put your hands there, they might as well be chained or glued or cemented to that spot. There is simply, quite simply, no way to free yourself. They will remain there until I tell you to remove them. Were a fire to break out in the building and I somehow forget to release you, you would burn with all the furniture and all the awards that now seem meaningless.
You hear and feel me walk behind you. You hear the click of my shoes and the feel of the leg of my pants rub against you. You feel the whip dance over your skin. You shudder and buck slightly under the feel, under the fear, under the anticipation. I slowly tap the whip repeatedly over your smooth soft flesh. You close your eyes and grind your teeth. Somewhere, a million miles away, you hear the moderator give a quick rundown of the schedule. The whip doesn’t stop.
You tilt your head and shudder as I take the leather wrapped handle of the whip and trace out small circles on your tight ass. I move the handle down moving between your legs. You hold your breath wishing for and at the same time dreading the feeling of the handle. A distant murmur of the moderator asks the members presenting to introduce themselves. You hear the members in alphabetical order list their names and companies. Your turn is fast approaching but you have no way of reaching the mouse to turn on the microphone. You instinctively stretch your fingers for the keyboard but they will not reach.
You feel more than hear the guttural moan from your throat as I move the handle between the lips for your wetness. The feeling is indescribable. You shudder and your hips lift off the table slightly. The moderator says your name. You hear your name in the faint background as I slowly move the handle up and down slowly between your wet lips. It feels so good your mouth starts to salivate. You wet your lips. The moderator waits a respectful few seconds before asking for you to say hello again. You hear me move the mouse across your desk. With your eyes fluttering as I continue to move the handle, you hear me tell you to “say hello” in your right ear. I click the mouse button for you. At the click, your eyes snap open.
You apologize for the delay, blaming some technological error. You try to slow your breathing as I apply more pressure with the whip handle between your legs. I slowly, agonizingly, wonderfully, deliciously move the handle deliberately making sure to slowly approach your soft clit. I get closer to it but never reward you by softly touching it. You say your name with a heavy breath as I pull your soft white panties to the side. You grind your teeth and say thank you for the opportunity as I push the handle very slowly inside you. You are so wet that you can hear the effect as much as feel it. Shutting your eyes tight you manage to say your company name and give a slight bit of background information. Curiously enough, you even said, spat out really, the information you knew you were going to forget. The bullet points you told yourself to include but seemed to forget 7 out of 10 times in your practice sessions.
I click the mouse again and your mic goes back to mute. I tell you that you are a good girl for saying hello. I tell you that you can speak. You groan out a thank you as I move the handle deeper inside of you. I begin to move it in and out of you. You hear more members introduce and speak but just a faint echo. It is more a fuzzy memory than an actual sound. I catch you softly as your legs buckle and you collapse when I move my free hand to your clit and rub it gently and gingerly with the tip of my finger.
I lift you back to your feet and place my finger into your open mouth. I tell you to suck on it and get it wet. You do as you are told and gently and greedily suck for me. I pull it free from your mouth and move it back to your clit. You know instantly, the moment, I push the whip handle in as deep as it will go and leave it while rubbing your clit. You know you’re going to orgasm all across your neat and tidy desk. I rub fast but very gently. You are getting so close you can feel it building in your hips. You just need another moment then it will gush from you. It will release you from the agony and ecstasy. You feel it. You need only another instant. I stop rubbing you. The first presenter begins her presentation video.
Without realizing it you scream out “no” to me. You scream out “please” to me. You want it so badly you try to move your wet pussy back to my finger, trying to will the orgasm from you. You didn’t realize until just now how much you needed it. How busy you have been has given you no time or opportunity. You need this more than the air now. You whimper as the first presenter starts. Your longing coalesces in your hips and the wetness flows from you. You feel it flowing against your inner thigh as I pull the whip free from you. The first video ends and the presenter begins to answer questions. She does well but leaves out some obvious concerns and offers no solutions. You were afraid of that mistake too. A compartmental portion of your mind is processing it in the background of your consciousness.
I tell you no. You cannot have it. You haven’t earned it. You need to be softened first. I need to break you again. You are too obstinate. You are not good now. I slam the soft leather braids across your soft white ass. The pain is wonderful and fills you with warmth. You groan for me. I ask you if you agree with me? You do not speak, the warmth has taken your words for you. All you want and all you can think is that you want more. More of this pleasure from the pain. I slam the braids against you again harder. The warmth is even more wonderful. You feel your flesh respond and come alive. I ask again and groan out a yes for me. You groan again as you hear the second presenter make his thanks and begin. This group starts their presentation video.
I whip you again and again. I will pull the good girl from you, the obedient girl, the compliant girl that I want. I will bend you to my will with this whip. I will use the whip to make you obey. I will use it but not like you think. As I whip you over and over you can feel it rising again in your hips. You feel it building again. I am going to make you cum for me. You will cum so hard that you will pass out. You can only hope, only pray that your hands will not move too much when you collapse. You don’t want to pull an elbow out of the socket. You just need a few more taps with the wonderful amazing whip. Your flesh is more alive now than it has ever been. You feel the air against you. You feel the soft breeze against your clit as you slowly move your hips with each snap of the whip. The second presenter finishes. He takes questions and you hear him fail to answer them properly. He is on the defensive from the beginning of the first question. He never recovers.
You just need a few more.You groan and your lips curl in a sly grin. You know it is coming. Just one more time. You just need one more time. You need one more bit of pleasure and pain from the wonderful and glorious whip. You drop your head. You are ready. Dear lord, are you ready. You have been waiting for it longer than you know. Part of you has just been waiting for the promise of it. I stop though. I stop before the final hit. You blink and then you scream. You scream curses and shout no at the top of your lungs. You look up to me with tears in your beautiful colored rimmed eyes. You ask for it again. You beg for it again. You strain with all the passion asking me to whip you more. You need more. You will give anything and everything to be whipped more. I don’t smile. I look into your eyes and tell you… “no”. The third group goes now and their video begins. You are next.