The Assistant Part Vll - Corrective Measures by Lady Crissy

[Note:  Last we saw these two,  aaron had returned with luke warm coffee... which did NOT go well with Miss Night.  She calls him over to her at the end of Part VI.....]

When aaron walked to my side of the desk at my order, I swiveled the chair towards him and paused.  His eyes were cast down, and I could see him tremble a bit.   It made me wonder what his mentor had said about me and my disciplinary measures, but no matter.  It would have been the truth, and despite what he had heard, he was here, and needed to be punished.

I pulled open the top drawer of the desk, and took out a bright red leather paddle.  It was bigger than the size of my hand and smooth, which is why I enjoyed it. I did enjoy spanking with my bare hand, but my hands were small.   It also made a very beautiful sound when it was brought down firmly on bare flesh, which made it my go-to tool for immediate punishment.

I set the paddle on the desk and looked at the boy, the line of his pretty skirt interrupted rudely by the hard cock underneath that tented it, spoiling the plane of fabric.  It was not a good look.  I decided he should be punished for that as well.

"Pull up your skirt and hold it up, boy,"  I ordered harshly.

"Ohh, yes Miss Night,"  he replied right away, his eyes going wide, and his face flushing red before he reached down.  He took the hem of the skirt in his hands and pulled the fabric up, exposing himself.

"Now listen to me, aaron,"  I said slowly and clearly.  "You will stand still and you will hold that skirt up just so until told otherwise."   I paused.  "But don't lock your knees - I won't have you passing out on me."

He nodded nervously and quickly added, "Yes Miss NIght."   I could see he was sweating under the pressure, his hands holding the skirt up were shaking slightly.

I picked up the paddle and held it in my hands.   I ran a manicured nail over the flat of it, still loving the rich color of it after all this time.  I looked up and then held out the paddle so that it rested right under aaron's hard-on. "Ever played ping-pong, aaron?"   I looked at him and smiled.  I heard a noise sounding like a cross between a moan and a small cry of surprise escape him.

"No, Miss Night,"   he responded, his voice strained.  I could see the beads of sweat on his face now.

"Ahh...well no matter, aaron.  You wont be playing, I will," I said, matter of factly.   I lowered the paddle and brought it up again with a small smack to the underside of his cock, and paused.  He sucked in breath quickly and looked then at me, his eyes showing me he was beginning to see how this game would be played.

I began slowly, with very gentle short smacks, bringing the paddle up over and over to meet with the underside of his hard cock, making it bounce until it began to meet the paddle on its way up,  I looked into aaron's eyes and watched as he winced and fought to stand still, an occasional small yelp coming when his cock hit the paddle just right.

"Repeat after me, boy,"  I began, pausing the small smacks and waiting to make sure he was focused on what I was saying.  His eyes were wide and on me.  Focus was an understatement.   'Miss..."  I said, bringing up the paddle to smack his cock again, but this time harder.

"Miss!"  he said quickly, his voice wavering and a bit high.  

"Night,"  I continued, bringing up the paddle again, which made a satisfying smack noise.

"Night!"  aaron repeated, his voice beginning to quiver.

I smiled.  "hates...."  I said next and brought up the paddle again.

"Hates!" he almost cried out, a small yelp coming from him.

"cold....."   I was enjoying every moment and the pretty sounds he was making.

"Cold!"  he practically exclaimed.

"coffee...."   I said, finishing the message and chuckling as I brought the paddle up again a little harder.

aaron started a bit and went up a bit on his toes at the sting fo the paddle, his voice going high as he repeated, "Coffee!"

"Very good, aaron!"  I commended and paused.  I watched him try to take a shaky breath, his eyes watery.  His cock was getting red and I was sure stung badly.  That made me happy, but not happy enough.

"Now, aaron, to make sure you really understand that message, you will repeat it back again,"  I said, smiling wickedly and holding the paddle in place again just below aaron's red and stinging erection.

 "Let's begin then, " I said and quickly brought up the paddle again. This time, hard.

"Miss!"   he exclaimed, then moaned softly.

 "Night!"  he said breathlessly, hissing a breath between his teeth as the paddle smacked his sore cock again.

 "Hates!"  he yelped in a strangled voice, his body beginning to tremble to match his voice.

 "Cold!"  he cried out after the next hard smack, his cock dripping.

"Coffee!"  he almost screamed out, his voice going high and sounding panicked after the last hard smack came up to meet his reddened flesh.

I sat back with the paddle, satisfied and just watched the boy, his body shaking, sweating, his cock very red now and leaking.  Ugh.  I looked down at the paddle and saw it, nasty precum on the beautiful red leather.   Oh no he didn't.  I looked back up at aaron, my eyes narrowing, and he looked at the paddle and then to me, panic in his face.

End of Part VII

A Quick and Dirty Little Thing by Sillien

He took his time walking down the hallway. If Mistress were there, he realized she would tell him to hurry his ass up and knock on the fucking door. So he did just that. The gentleman who answered was older than he was and much larger.

“You must be Kevin.”

“I am...sir. I was told to come here by...”

“By your mistress. Yes. I know. Kneel next to the chair by the computer.”

The gentleman sat down in the chair and clicked the mouse a couple of times. Kevin kept his head down, suspecting what Mistress told him to come here for but not entirely letting himself accept it. Those annoying noises Skype tends to make came out from the speakers.

“Robert!”

It was Mistress’ voice. A tingle went down the boy’s spine.

Robert smiled into the camera. “Hello, Maxine. It’s been a while.”

“It has!” Kevin just knelt there as the two of them had a typical conversation between two old friends. A lot of talk about work, about the people who come and go. Nothing that pertained to him. Until he heard her say his name. His gaze shot up.

“Hello, Mistress!” He could see her lovely smile on the screen. She had her glasses on and her hair was up in a ponytail. Other than that she didn’t seem to have any clothes on whatsoever. “I’ve missed you!”

“I’ve missed you too, pet.” His heart melted a bit. “I want you to kneel back a few feet so I can see all of you. And get naked.”

He glanced up at the man sitting next to him.

“Why are you looking at him? I could swear I just told you to strip, slut. Why do still even have clothes on? Is something wrong? Do you need any help?”

His hands darted to the buttons of his shirt before he could even speak. “No Mistress. Please forgive me.” He was completely naked in less than a minute. Her face lit up at the sight of the steel chastity device encasing his cock. Robert stood from his chair and moved it out of the way. He walked right up to Kevin’s side, giving her a perfect view of the two of them. He could swear her grin got even wider.
“Face him, slut.” He turned to his side, face to face with the stranger’s crotch. There was an unmistakable bulge. “Take off his pants.” He didn’t dare hesitate, though his instincts almost made him do exactly that. All he needed to do was tug on the string of the man’s sweatpants and they fell to the ground, a half-erect cock springing out in front of the poor boy’s face.

“Do you belong to me, boy?”

“Yes, Mistress Maxine.”

“And you wish to please me? To do what *I* find pleasing, even if you do not?”

He gulped before he could answer. “Pleasing you is my purpose, Mistress.”

“I like hearing that, slave. You belong to me, yes you do. And now you are going to take that cock inside of your mouth for me.”

Kevin knew better than to let that whimper out. He closed his eyes and moved his face closer to that cock until his lips pressed against the head, the saltiness of that little dribble of pre-cum hitting his tastebuds. His lips traveled all the way down the shaft, and then back again. The dick started to harden inside of his mouth, filling him. A hand reached around and clutched the hair at the back of his head. A buzzing started come from the speakers. He knew that sound. That was the sound of Mistress’ Hitachi massaging her pussy. Her moist, delicious pussy. Thoughts of it filled his head as this man rammed his cock inside of his mouth.

Now moaning started coming from the speakers. Kevin started moaning too. His mind began to associate sucking this cock with his Mistress’ pleasure. That was all he needed really. All he needed to get into being face-fucked on camera. The other hand clenched the back of his head now and the ramming was rapid. The moaning was now, too. “Fuck his face, Robert! And don’t you dare swallow until I tell you too, bitch!”

He could tell the end was coming. Robert was grunting hard now. His balls were slapping up against Kevin’s chin. He thought the man was going to rip out his hair until, finally, the man began to spasm. And he felt it. The thick hot cum pumping into his mouth. Filling it like a slutty little hole. He turned to the camera. Mistress took one look at it and filled the room with a screaming orgasm. After a minute she looked back at him and spoke.

“Swallow it, slut.” He did. “Thank him.” He turned back towards Robert.

“Thank you for letting me suck your cock for my Mistress, sir.”

Maxine smiled.

“You are such a good little pet. Go home. get cleaned up. I’ll call you to put you to sleep.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Thank you, mine. Thank you.”

End

Confession by Aarman

Confession

My hand was shaking uncontrollably and the coffee was spilling down the cup all over the plate as I tried to curve my back down closer to the table to sip it slowly. I could feel her eyes looking at me and knew she was smirking with elegancy and some arrogance as she made sure that as I put the cup down, her shoe barely touched my leg, making me even more uncomfortable if that could only be possible.

“You look cute when you shake like that”, she said letting me know for sure she was noticing while I tried not to look at her legs again.

Ashamed I didn’t answer, half of my mind was busy trying to control myself, the other enjoying the moment and wishing she would tell me to kneel down, there in the middle of the restaurant, I wouldn’t have cared.

I have met her a few weeks ago, and the first moment I saw her I knew she was something different. Her energy was very secure and her movements were full of grace, a lovely female energy, but at the same time very commanding. I felt like I could kneel for her quiet quickly and I’m sure she felt she could own me as fast, especially when my eyes fixed on her boots. I was instantly fantasizing about groveling at her feet, licking her boots.

As I tried to sip the coffee again, she moved a napkin to clean my cup and bring my mind back to the moment. “Thank you”, I said with my trembling voice. “It’s like you know what I need”. Her lips became wide and her white teeth shined in the smile a second before she replied: “I always know what’s better for you”.

Those simple words sent my heart racing fast, my breath shortened and quickened and my underwear suddenly become tight. Could she really know what I was thinking? Could she really know I was longing for her to tell me to kneel down and kiss her shoes?

In a way I felt she did and she was just teasing me. I felt she was enjoying seeing my so unsettling nervous for her, longing to for more of her perfume, longing for her power to be truly demonstrated above me.

Before I could notice she stood up after putting a paper on the table besides my cup of coffee, her hands touched my shoulders as she left without saying anything; She didn’t need to, her hands said it all when she braced herself behind my back. I was hypnotized and it took me a while to come back and see the note. It only had an address and a time.

I got there 10 minutes earlier, my hands were sweating and I could feel my stomach tight as I waited to ring the bell. In a way I didn’t wanted her to see me like this, nervous and anxious so I waited outside and soon a car came by.

She parked it and opened the door, her legs looking unsettling gorgeous as she moved to step out. She hardly looked and didn’t say anything as she passed by. I just knew I had to follow her. She didn’t need a leash or any other prop, she already had me and once I closed the door behind me I could feel myself very excited.

She led me to a place on the back, a very nicely decorated room but with very strange furniture, where as soon as I came in she spoke: “Kneel down and beg me to come into my presence”.

I looked around feeling ashamed wondering what to do for a second, but I was getting so excited there was no denying I had to do it and begged the best I could.

“Would you please be so kind to let me be in your presence”, I said with stumbling words.

“That would do this time”, she answered and turned around to arrange something in a piece of furniture before adding some dreaded words at the moment. “Now get naked”

Naked? I thought. My blood pressure intensified as I started to take my shirt off and stood up to step out of my shoes, socks and trousers. At that point she came to face me and noticed my already hard penis in my square cut tight underwear damped in pre-cum.

“What’s that?”, She asked and I couldn’t answer more than with a red face. “Is that for me?”

“Yes Miss”, I replied quickly this time, trying to gain confidence. “You have me this way”.

“That’s not true”, she said firmly pulling my underwear down. “Any strong woman like me would have you like this, you slut”.

Again my face got red, but my penis jumped as more blood was pumped in with her words as I again didn’t have words to defend myself.

“Say it”, she commanded, “Tell me what you are”.

“I am a slut?” I spoke slow and in a low voice but my words weren’t enough and I could soon feel a firm slap on my penis.

“Louder slut!”, Her voice rose again and this time as I felt my penis twitching and stinging hard I said it: “I’m a slut”.

As soon as I said the words her hand grabbed my hair and pulled me down and close to her, making me follow her to the furniture where she made me lay down on my back.

Before I could think again my wrists were tied together on top of my head and my ankles had the same fortune only that one was widely separated from the other and I was completely exposed. My penis was hard and pointing up as she moved to my right side and put a foot close to my face. I could see her shoe so close as she begun slapping my thighs and penis.

My eyes were fixed on her shoe and hers jumped from my twitching aching penis to my face in pain. I knew she was enjoying herself as she also used her hand to tease me, stroking me for a while before hitting me again as I was ordered to lick her shoe. The position and her skirt would allow me to see deep up her gorgeous thigh. It looked soft and I wished I would be allowed between them, but that night all I got was more torture on my penis and also some pleasure.

A strange pleasure on an aching penis that felt as hard as ever. I was as excited as I had never been. So much that I came while begging her to let me be a slut and do it.

She watched me as I moaned and felt ashamed. I think I imagined her touching herself while it was happening, but I’m not sure as all I could feel was my semen spurting on my chest, from where she then picked up some with her finger and coated my lips.

“I’ll see you soon slut”, was all she said before leaving me tied up there, as another piece of dirty furniture.

Confession by Russell

I am yours.

The ropes that bind me are like a lovers embrace, holding me still and tight
You know I am yours.
The ropes cut into my flesh, the bite makes me feel.
I look into your face so close but so far away and I wait
I wait until I feel like I must scream out for your touch,
Beg for your tender caress but I know that will only prolong the sweet agony
You know I am yours.
I watch you stand over me, I breathe heavily with longing
Then with a vicious tempo you sear my flesh
Leather against skin, clamps tearing,
Your manicured nails gouging deep red furrows,
Making my back arch and body writhe
Make the pain go ever longer
For it makes the pleasure stronger
Spank, and bite me
Make it so I can’t see
Have your way
I’ll do as you say,
Because….
You know I am yours

Laughter by Lady Dalia

I laugh.

It starts, with a quirk of the mouth, a tingle in my cunt.
You, a look of shocked delight.
You didn't expect this.
So easy this discovery and playfulness.
Mine, your balls and nipples.
The weight of a stretcher.
The bite of a clamp.

'Stand, turn around, I want to inspect.'
You do.
When done, your face is red but still you ask,
'Use me, please Mistress?'
I tease, until I know you will groan out your thanks to me.
You are my lovely slut.

'What will you do if I...'
Down goes the chain that clamps the nipples.
You shudder and moan.
I didn't tell you to stop fucking that ass.
Was that a whimper?
I giggle.

I push, you react; sometimes with a smart reply.
Slap!
Smack, smack, smack.
Face and cock, feel my will.
I grin, feeling better.

Bent over, you fuck yourself.
I hear the squishy noises.
You emit those keening sounds.
I am wet.
I smile.
You are milked and still I make you carry on,
Fingers and tongue, cleaning your mess.

I remember the clamps.
Off comes the first and you let out a smothered yell.
A deep chuckle bursts from my lips.
I whisper in your ear,
'Rub it, tease it, rush the blood back.'
You comply, wriggling on the spot.
I smile with delight and touch myself.

Off comes the stretcher,
your hands not as still as you'd like,
You fumble, then groan.
I have you pull on the now cool sacs between you legs.
You, confused, let out a sound of too much pain and pleasure.
I throw my head back in delight and laugh.
I show you the glistening proof of my approval.

'The other clamp.'
You acquiesce, oh so reluctantly.
I let you know, I see your fear and love it.
This time, there is a yell.
You dance with the pain.
From deep within me something releases.
Laughter rushes along my skin and over my lips.

I am joyous and you are my bliss.

My Dream Guy by Lady Miyani

I dreamed of you last night.

Well, don’t we think we’re something special? I don’t always dream of you, but often, yes, Not like this, though. This was… different.

Are you sure you want to hear?

If you insist. We were walking together through the woods. Either it was summer, or we’d finally moved somewhere warm. Just the two of us, really alone, it was so nice. No schedules, no phone calls, no obligations. No one on the other side of the door. Just me, and you, and us.

You looked beautiful, mine - and very much as you do right now. Strong, and proud, with your eyes that warm honey-brown they get when you’re happy, and your hair that little bit too long. Just the way I like it. I’d finally gotten you out of that t-shirt you call a uniform, and as I watched you I caught flashes of blue at your chest, from your mark. And flashes of silver at your throat, from mine.

I keep telling you you’re my dream guy.

I was so proud, watching you. Knowing that you were mine, knowing that I carried your heart inside me.

But I’m so enthralled by you; how can a metaphor be enough? My steps began to slow as my breathing did exactly the opposite. My eyes crept up to meet yours when you turned, a question plainly written on your face. Oh, what a joy it was to see the question fall away, to see the first tinges of fear, mixed with a breathless anticipation. You weren’t sure of the game, not yet, but you knew me well enough to sense my mood.

I smiled - that special smile that seems to show a few too many teeth. Despite the excitement fluttering just beneath my skin, I felt the softness run out of my face. The angles sharpened, my gaze became cold, even a bit arrogant. I didn’t need to see it to know; I could see you. Your growing uncertainty, and a kind of settled surrender - the prey in you succumbing to its lot in life.

That was the moment I’d been waiting for, although I hadn’t planned it. My nostrils flared, and I exhaled. “Run.” Almost too soft to hear.

You weren’t sure if I was serious. I saw the corner of your mouth twitch upward, and I growled. You heard that.

“You don’t want me to repeat myself.”

I didn’t think people actually ‘gulped,’ I thought that was something used only for effect. But you proved me wrong, and then you were off. Crashing through the bushes like a startled deer - darling, surely you have more finesse than that. But if you wanted to make the hunt easier, I wasn’t going to stop you.

I didn’t just chase. Where’s the fun in that? I followed, and let you tire yourself out, and when you began to slow I came at you from one side or the other. I let you hear a snapped branch, or catch a glimpse of my hair. I drove you in circles, and let you find your way back to where we had started.

And there I was in front of you, just as exhaustion forced you to your knees. You raised your head to face me, looking hopeful. Had you done well? Had I gotten the chase I wanted?
“I thought I told you to run.” You didn’t have time to do more than flinch away from the disdain in my voice, and I was on you. My knee slammed against your chest and you were knocked back, my weight driving the breath out of you. One hand closed over your throat, pressing your head back, as the other flattened against your belly, my thumb digging painfully under your ribs. My lips were smirking, but my eyes were still hard.

A slow, lazy drawl, my mouth inches from your ear. “What are you, darling?”

I felt your throat working under my hand as you fought to swallow. “Yours.”

“Good.” My lips moved slowly downward, barely brushing your skin. My legs, I placed over your thighs, using my body to bind you in place. I flicked my tongue across your nipple, murmuring, “Say it again. What are you?”

A soft gasp, as my tongue sent shivers across your body. “I’m yours.”

And still further down, until my lips traced that favorite spot where hardness becomes softness, just below your ribcage. I breathed in the salty-sweet tang of your skin, sweat mixed with fear mixed with lust. With my teeth grazing your skin, my voice made a mockery of a pleading tone. “One more time?”

I heard your breath catch. “I’m yours.” And then there were no more words. I drove forward into you, grinding the flesh of your belly between my teeth. Human mouths were not made for this feast, but I did my best. And as I felt the hot, coppery rush of you over my tongue, I felt an answering wave in myself, a building pressure in the pit of my stomach, and lower. I let out a low moan as pleasure washed over me, sending vibrations into the very core of you. You tried to sit up, a scream forming on your lips, but the pressure on your throat threw you back down, and allowed for only a whimper.

My other hand found the wound my mouth had started, and was burrowing under your ribs in earnest now. My fingers curled around a rib and as I felt it crack, the dam inside me burst and I collapsed against you, shuddering, sighing your name. You arched up into me, as if in response - but really, there was just nowhere else to flee, to escape the pain. In a way, it seemed almost as though you didn’t want to escape. As though you would stay there willingly, through it all, if that was what I wanted.

Why is that, I wonder?

Finally, my questing fingers found their prize. I could feel it pulsing under my hand, impossibly fast. You weren’t breathing so easily now, which wasn’t surprising. Not if you think about what I had to tear through to get there. I raised my head - you looked so beautiful. I kissed your cheek, hypnotized by the crimson stains on your uncharacteristically pale skin. My lips found your ear again and as I began to squeeze, to crush the fluttering muscle in my grasp, I whispered one word.
“Mine.”

(Laugh) What’s the matter, my darling, cat got your tongue? It may not be much of a bedtime story, but you did ask.

Love, it was a dream. You’re perfectly safe, for as long as I want to keep you whole. Now get some sleep.

You too. Oh, and by the way; what are you?

Good. Sweet dreams…

The Assistant Part VI: Truth & Consequences by Lady Crissy

[Note :  In the previous parts of this story, aaron has taken a job as "assistant/secretary" for Miss Night.  In the last part, Miss Night sent a very transforme, dolled up aaron down to the very busy cantina in their office building for a coffee.]
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Sometime later just as I got off the phone with a client, there was a knock at the door. I looked at the small clock on the bookshelf against the wall and raised an eyebrow. Aaron had been gone for some time as I was buried in administration law and court rules. This ought to be interesting...

"Come on in, aaron,"  I called out, and the door opened.  Aaron walked in, coffee in hand.  I motioned for him to place it on the desk, and watched him step up to my desk and place the cup down on in front of me without a word.  I noticed that his hand was shaking a little, and looked up to see that his face was a flushed.  He smiled and turned to leave, but I stopped him with a word.

"Aaron,"  I started, and he stopped in his tracks, turning around.   "Where are you going, boy?"  I finished, retrieving the cup from the desk.   The cup was barely warm. I looked up at the boy sternly as he walked back to the other side of my desk.  "Its lukewarm, aaron.  I am not happy."  I stated.  I watched him lower his eyes and swallow hard.

"I'm sorry, Miss Night.  I was stopped in the cantina..., " he began to explain, his voice wavering with nervousness.

"Aaron,"  I stated, stopping him.  "You will let no one interfere with your duties.  You will be punished, but I will hear what happened first,"  I explained, sitting back and cocking my head to wait for his explanation.   I watched him blush a bright red.   Well this should be good, I thought to myself.

"Well Miss Night...."  he started again.  "...someone in the cantina, this guy..." he glanced up at me as he started.

"Spit it out, boy, before I lose my patience,"  I warned and narrowed my eyes at him.

He quickly lowered his eyes and looked down again continuing, " I didn't want to cause a scene, so I tried to speak to him...low, but firm."   I cocked an eyebrow,  now intrigued.  "I can take back the coffee and warm it, Miss Night,"  he added quickly.

"First tell me what it is that you spoke to him about, aaron,"  I inquired.

He paused and responded, "He pinched my bottom, Miss."   I stifled a chuckle and pursed my lips to suppress it.  "Then he called me a name, Miss."

"Describe him to me, and what he was wearing,"  I leaned into listen.  Aaron ticked off a list of characteristics and it didn't take long for me to figure out who it was.  I had seen the little shit chatting up some of the young ladies.  And more importantly, I knew who he worked for.  I put up my hand to stop him.

Picking up the phone, I entered in a familiar set of numbers and listened to the ring. When the phone was picked up, I got right to it.  "Philp?  Hi, its Night.  We have a little problem.  Mmmhmm.  Your intern just sexually harassed my new secretary in the cantina."  I paused.  'Yes, that's right.  You will see that he is gone by the end of the day, wont you?"  I asked firmly, clearly not interested in discussing the matter.  "I knew you would take care of it.   Oh, and the contract you asked me to look at?  If you have it to me today, I will have it back to you by tomorrow.   Fantastic! Bye for now, Philip"  I set the phone down and moved back to the task at hand.

I looked at aaron, who was looking up at me, surprised and confused.  "No one takes liberties with what is Mine.  Unacceptable."   Aaron nodded, and smoothed his skirt in nervousness, inadvertently showing the clear indication of his reaction to the situation at hand.  He blushed red again, seeing that I noticed the bulge.

"Slip off the girdle, aaron,"  I directed, watching the boy closely.  "I really do hate cold coffee."

"Yes, Miss Night,"  aaron responded, fear and excitement mixing in his voice. I watched as he pulled up the skirt a bit, and pulled down the very tight garment, getting it off finally with some difficulty and setting it on the chair.

His erection pressed hard against the fabric of his pretty skirt, tenting it. "Hmmm... now look at that," I observed.

"I can't stop it Miss Night,"  he started, until I shushed him firmly.

"Walk over here, boy,"  I said, motioning to him.  I watched him walk slowly over as I decided his punishment.  I absolutely hate cold coffee.

End of Part VII