Actions of Helpfulness
Eliza felt her body yearning for Joseph as she recalled the casual discussions they had about this fantasy. When her phone buzzed with a text this morning, her heart skipped a beat:
"3pm. My office. Don't be late. No underwear."
Her heart skipped again at the realization that their fantasy was finally about to become a reality. She had time, her work day ending early on Wednesdays. She quickly picked out one of her favorite dresses, one that already wasn't ideal for underwear, and headed over to Joseph's "office".
As she arrived at his apartment, she noticed the door slightly ajar. She entered, took off her shoes, and walked down the hall to his office. The door stood open, inviting her in.
She took another deep breath and steeled herself before entering the room. There sat Joseph at his desk, fully dressed as if he was working. On the edge of the desk, two objects caught her eye: a simple collar with a few rings, and a folded-up leather leash next to it.
Joseph smiled as he looked at her before checking his watch. "You followed my instructions? Good choice." He sounded both excited and proud.
He got up from his desk and walked around it, gazing at her with a smoldering look. "Strip," he told her, his voice sending a tingle down her spine.
Deciding to comply with his command, Eliza let the hem of her dress slide up and off her body, revealing her nakedness to him.
Joseph's eyes roamed over her body, taking in the mixture of arousal and nerves visible on her features. "Good girl," he said, picking up the collar. He then proceeded to put it around her neck.
"You understand..." he began, pulling Eliza's hair softly, " I will be joining a conference call for the next thirty minutes. During that time, you will be on your knees, under my desk, servicing me. Use your mouth."
He whispered this into her ear, his lips brushing against it, causing shivers to run down her spine. Although she'd been wanting this for ages, there was a part of her that still felt trepid. He noticed and smiled again, "Fear not. I won't tie your hands. But each time you touch or handle me with them, expect a spanking after the call."
Eliza's ears perked as she nodded eagerly. "Yes, sir."
Joseph then held out his hand, waiting for her to place the leash's clip onto it.
The leash jerked once, reminding Eliza of the command. With shaky hands, she fastened the clip to his hand.
Joseph smiled and sat down in his chair, pulling Eliza to the floor under the desk. He placed a hand in her hair, urging her to place his pants around her shoulders. When she was done, he tugged her hand away to draw her closer, her face hidden by his piss-flip.
"Begin," he whispered.
Eliza's hands moved shyly around his underwear, trying to pull them off. When she finally managed, his cock was already half erect, more evidence that this fantasy aroused him as much as her. She embarked on her task, loving the look of him. She moved her teasing fingers over his nuts, teasing him gently. His hand returned her hair as the leash pulled her closer, keeping her close to his lap.
Time passed, and Eliza sensed Joseph had finished the call, each touch to his body resulting in tight smacks to her thighs or ass. She was rewarded frequently for what she was doing, each punch increasing her desire for him. "You've been a good girl," he uttered in a velvety tone, the praise making her heart sing. "Do you want more?"
Eliza nodded, longing for more.
Joseph got up with his self-restraint breaking into a grin. "So you want more?" He took off his shirt, showing off his ripped abs and bulging pecs, and let his cock spring free. "Well, there's a lap dance side to this that I owe you." He chuckled, a man happy with himself.
Eliza stood up as a pang of anticipation flared inside her. "What?"
"Shh," he silenced her, "I've wanted to wear you like a ornament ever since you told me about your wish." He lifted one of her arms, slid her leg into his lap, and placed her hands above her head.
She gasped in surprise as he hooked one of her wrists with the leash, securing in place with a knot. Repeating the process with her other arm, he gently yet forcefully commanded her to wrap her legs around his waist. She complied, and he regained his seat, whispering to her, "Ride me."
She found herself bouncing up and down, grinding her hips against his as their bodies synced, their beats in time. Once he unclasped her wrists and released her from the leash, she couldn't help but jerk back their hands, repeating their touch. He laughed against her mouth, grabbing her thighs, and shoved her backwards, panting under his pants.
The change in position caused her to bounce harder, her clit rubbing against his briefs. He tightened his grip on her thighs, exposing her naked spot. Retaliating, she clung onto his back, her nails clutching, at last being near to him. As they came closer to orgasms, their breaths quickened and they grasped and squeezed. Hips gyrating, their bodies sweated with belief in what she craved, his hand switching to her ass.
She gripped his shoulders, fingers digging in, his body pressed down on her, the final moves culminated in a mutual climax. They collapsed, breaths panting, sobbing from the power of the emotion of the fulfillment.
"I love you."
Joseph replied in a soft tone, "That's the nicest word you've said today."
Their interwined fingers lost their strength, and she laid her head on him, in pained silence, her body spiraling down with the leash.
He held her tight, and whispering to her, "I've always wanted to say that too." He pulled her close, tightening his resolve on her until they both ceased to exist.
"Okay, baby girl, listen carefully. When you feel me yank on the leash, make sure you take me all the way in your mouth. If it's not too tight, you can lick the tip or suck on my nutsack. If your hands somehow manage to touch me, you'll be paying for it later."
Eliza complied by moving her mouth forward and licking the tip of his dick. She replied, "Yes, Master."
She heard the high-pitched sounds of him starting a meeting, so she focused on using her knees to support herself while sliding her tongue under his cock. She tried not to focus on her own arousal since her main task was to keep him satisfied.
She noticed that it only took a few licks for his dick to become fully hard, and when she sensed a slight tug on the leash, she blew him. As the tension loosened, she switched to licking his balls, making sure she didn't miss a single inch.
Suddenly, her hands were pulled towards his knees as she was freaking out about the noise they were making, but not 100% sure he told her not to make any. She swiftly returned her mouth to his dick, working her mouth up and down his shaft.
Master yanked the leash again, causing her to taste a drop of precum at the tip of his dick. She decided to lick it before playing with his balls, aroused by the thought of him coming any second. For the first time, she noticed Master's penis twitching inside her mouth. Motivated, she intensified her blowjob.
The leash yanked again, and her hand instinctively went to his knees for balance. Master wasn't messing around this time, jerking her back into the cock-sucking position. This time, she kept her hands off him but continued to work on him.
The arousal continued as she felt him stretching his neck to reply to his coworkers. The minutes seemed to drag on, but she tried to focus on him and her task, pushing her limits.
She noticed a small drop of precum on his dick, so she licked around the head before going back to sucking his balls.
The leash jerked several times more, and each time, she would bring him as deep into her mouth as possible. She felt her mouth stretching, but she continued to obey.
Finally, she heard the calls end, and Master's voice confirming the end of the meeting. Joseph loosened the leash, allowing Eliza half a second to return to a normal position, before re-tightening it.
"You did a great job baby, but being a bad girl doesn't earn rewards. Now come here and put your hands on the table."
He put his hand around her pussy, rubbing her lips as he rubbed her cheeks in preparation for her spanking. Sure enough, she was already incredibly wet. He continued rubbing her cheeks for a few seconds before pulling her ass closer to his crotch. Her pussy was dripping with moisture.
"Master, I broke your rule about not using my hands," Eliza said hurriedly.
"Yes, honey. Your punishment is a spanking. You've earned 8 spankings today."
"Eight spankings, Master."
"Yes, exactly."
Eliza was finally allowed to remove the leash and lie on the ground, chest-down. The first blow landed with a resounding smack on her ass. She winced and let out a muffled "Ow," and another blow came almost immediately. Her cheeks were now red and hot, and she could feel her pussy dripping wet.
He kept up the spanking, giving her 8 solid blows, alternating them between her right and left cheeks, allowing her to earn her punishment.
"Good girl, Eliza. Now, do you feel suitably punished?"
She responded through the haze and tears, "Yes, Master."
"Excellent. I think you need to give me something to satisfy me before this is over. Kneel down in front of me."
Eliza complied, panting heavily from the combination of pleasure and pain. Staring at his dick, she took deep breaths and prepared herself to continue pleasing him. "How do you want me to serve you, Master?" she asked.
"You know what to do, slut. Suck my dick, you filthy little cunt."
She did as she was told, leaning forward and taking him into her mouth. There were a few moments of silence, then she felt Joseph's grunting get louder. Seconds later, he emptied his words into her mouth, bringing their encounter to an end.
He withdrew from her mouth, leaving her kneeling in a puddle of her own saliva. "Clean that up," he instructed after a moment.
She obeyed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Thank you, Master."
Finally, she stood up and buttoned her blouse, smiling weakly. It had been a successful training session for her.
Joseph ran his palm along Eliza's right-hand side, moving upward until reaching her buttock. He lifted his hand and let it fall onto the flesh, eliciting a groan from her. His mark lingered where his fingers had connected with her, flesh jiggling slightly. Eliza was astonishingly beautiful.
"How many times did I do that?"
"Once, sir."
"Great job. Remain ready to give me a tally." He raised his hand once more, this time hitting her left buttock. Nuanced sounds could be heard, indicating the wetness in her pussy.
"Twice, sir."
Throughout the process, his fingers left crimson marks on her behind, seeming less remarkable than her vocal satisfaction. His verbal prompts sounded like, "Three, sir."
This spanking ritual could feel like punishment, yet it left her yearning.
After the eighth strike, his hand grazed her backside again, this instance penetrating beneath the folds of her buttocks. His first fingers camouflaged themselves in her sizzling heat.
This vulva's possessor inquired, "What belongs to you?"
"Yours, sir!"
Another question ensued: "Whose delight does this pussy cater to?"
"Your ecstasy, sir!"
Just as she answered him, he stood only a few inches from her back. He advanced his dick into her, pulling her rear towards him as his balls connected with her. From this moment on, there was a symphony of moaning and the clang of body slamming against her bottom.
The breathing pace escalated, his actions becoming more violent and their reactions more audible. His aim was to inflict arousal, felicity, and suffering in that specific sequence. A spank was not meant to placate her; rather, it triggered a burning desire within her.
While yelling "Eight, sir!", he stimulated her behind, lightning fast; his fingers sliding beneath her buttocks, entering her molten center.
"What provokes your arousal?", he began to intrigue.
"Being punished," she responded, her voice cracking with vulnerability.
"Good. I'll cause you more discomfort", pointing to her rectum.
Clenching her fists, Eliza helplessly uttered, "Your bum, sir!"
Joseph must've been excessively stimulated due to these specific clues, after which he anchored her to the table, pushing her head on it, and exposing her extracting his dick. Groans echoed as his body slammed against her gigantic rear, having her hips move back and forth before eventually settling above his dick.
He was reluctant to reach an arousal. Nonetheless, she could not appear to be climaxing as fast as desired. The process kept her overly aroused and supremely stimulated like a grenade under pressure.
He would not climax just yet. His fingers didn't even touch the pussy, but forewent the clit's touch to exemplify denial, postponing her gratification.
Joseph's body jerked inside her, resulting in climax. He gripped her firmly to protect himself and shuddered, breathing heavily, but also continuing to pant. Fingerprints could linger, withher intense longing for him.
His body gradually relaxed. He disengaged her from his dick, occasionally providing yonic drips moisture, but reluctant to let go of her. Eventually, he moved her far from it.
"Wash me," the man's voice demanded coldly as he disrobed.
Eliza obediently knelt in front of him, slowly removing any remnants of them from him and then him from her.
She was enchanting. Eliza's face had been ravaged by pleasure. Her bosom was perky; her legs apart from her, from the juicy vagina thickening, thrilling him.
Joseph ascended to her level, pulled her chin up, kissed her on the lips, and freed her from her collar.
"I shall encounter you later tonight. Remember, you're not permitted to masturbate. You're not allowed to climax until then."
There were moments Eliza grappled with such a fantasy, suffering from pure denial; there were none that rivaled this, thought she could not resist his astounding desire.
Without hesitation, she left the apartment to resume upholding her role. Only four hours remained until they reunited. Eliza's desire overflowed with every second that slipped from the current moment.
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