Torn Between Three Lovers
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She was on her own in the office when the phone rang.
"Kay?"
“Brian! I told you not to call me at work!”
“Are you on your own?”
“Well, yes, but someone could walk in at any minute.”
She had lowered her voice and was looking anxiously at the door. Her mind had been on work, and phone calls from Brian always threw her into turmoil.
“Stop panicking and adopt the proper attitude towards me!”
“Sorry, Brian, I just don’t want to get into trouble!”
“Calm down. Everyone gets personal calls, don’t they?”
Not from people like you, she thought.
“Anyway,” he went on, his voice adopting that dangerous, smooth tone she knew so well. “Why are you calling me Brian?”
“Well – I can’t – not at work.”
“Address me properly.”
She couldn’t bring herself to. This was a different world!
“Kay!” He sounded annoyed.
“Alright! Master.”
“That’s better. Now keep it up. If you stop using it, I’ll know someone’s come in.”
“Yes, Master.” As usual, she resigned herself to doing what he wanted.
“Now.” The sternness in his voice made her tingle. “I want to know whether you’ve got knickers on.”
“No, Master.”
“Good. And have you been shaving yourself like I told you to?”
“Yes, Master.”
“What about a bra? You’d better not be wearing one.”
“No, of course not, Master.”
“And how high are your heels?”
“Well, only about three inches, Master. I can’t be totally blatant at the office!”
“Don’t speak to me in that tone of voice! I’m not unreasonable, am I?”
“Sorry, Master.”
“Just make sure they don’t get lower than that.”
“Yes, Master.”
The office environment with which she was surrounded was receding from Kay’s consciousness. This is what happened whenever she started using the word Master, and entering into this sort of subdom rapport. It created an intensity of concentration that blocked everything else out – and she was sure that Brian shared it.
SM, she had decided recently, was mostly about escapism.
“Touch yourself,” was her caller’s next instruction.
Kay shared this office with another secretary and a young accountant, and while she happened to be on her own right now, one of her colleagues could come back at any time. Brian made her reckless, though. With a rush of excitement, she slipped her hand up her skirt and touched the magic place.
“Are you doing it?” he pressed.
“Yes, Master.”
“I hope you’re not lying to me!”
“I’m not, Master!”
“I should hope not. Now play with yourself while I tell you what to do.”
“Yes, Master.” She rubbed away gently beneath her desk, getting very aroused, but still terrified by the fact that he was making her do this at work. Well, not really making her. After all, she could just lie to him, as he’d virtually suggested. He’d never know.
Admit it, she thought to herself. You are just an incorrigible slut.
This was what her Master was in fact telling her at that moment.
“You never cease to amaze me, Kay. Going to work with no underwear on, taking lewd phone calls from randy men, and wanking yourself off at every opportunity. In general, I think you’re an exceptionally naughty girl.”
Kay groaned. If he carried on like that he’d soon get her to the point of no return.
“I have never, ever met such an outrageously loose woman as you. Your behaviour is absolutely shocking, and next time you come over to my place you’re going to get well and truly punished for it.”
She pictured Brian standing over her with a cane in his hand.
Mixed feelings.
“Oh, Master, don’t be too hard on me,” she pleaded in an undertone.
“You’re always whinging! I can be hard on you if I like!”
She thought about what the pain felt like, when Brian had given her ten or so strokes on her bare behind. Then she remembered how lovely and thick his cock was, and how well he teased her with the knob of it. She wondered if he was playing with it right now. Very likely.
“Oh, Master!” she moaned, still rubbing hard. “You know what you do to me!”
“Of course,” he said. “Anyway, I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“Oh?”
“Go and look out of the window.”
“What?”
“Just do it!”
She put the phone down rather gingerly, as if everything now had to be done quietly and in secret, and crossed the room to the window. Her office was on the first floor and looked out over a car park.
The headlights flashed on a black van parked in one corner, and she could just make out the familiar figure of Brian sitting in the driver’s seat, waving a mobile phone at her.
She hurried back to her desk. “You’ll get me into trouble!”
“I don’t see why,” he said, laughing at her discomfort. “Look, it’s nearly twelve. Can you get out for lunch?”
“Yes,” she said. “I’ll be right there.” And hung up.
Taking a deep breath, she scanned her desk, thinking about the work she had been doing before the disruptive phone call, and decided there was nothing that couldn’t wait. Then she grabbed her bag and hurried to the toilets to check that she was presentable.
A touch of lipstick, a conspiratorial glance into the excited eyes of her reflection, and she was ready for a little lunch time adventure!
She hurried across the car park, more aware than usual of her unrestrained tits bouncing up and down, since she knew Brian’s eyes would be on them. He leaned across to open the door for her, and she climbed up into the cab, breathless.
“Never hang up on me,” he snapped, the hot welcoming look in his eyes belying the anger of his outburst. “I may have had another instruction to give you.”
“Like what?”
“To bring the dildo I’ve told you always to carry in your handbag.”
“I brought it anyway.”
“Not the point. And how about, ‘Hello Master’?”
“Hello Master!”
“Hello darling. Let me kiss you.”
He inclined his head towards her and she couldn’t resist. When his hand crept up to her breast, however, she pushed it away.
“Sorry, Master, but can we please get away from here. Seriously, I don’t want my boss to see me.”
“Strict, is he?” Brian asked.
Kay threw him a glance.
“About boyfriends.”
She shook her head. “He’s okay. It’s just that I had some typing to do.”
Brian had started the engine. “Don’t worry, you’ll be back in an hour.” Now put your seat belt on and sit with your legs open. I’ve got a place nearby we can go to.”
City streets passed in a blur. All that was on Kay’s mind was the incredible excitement she felt, as always, to be in the proximity of her Master Brian.
He was tall and broad-shouldered, and stunningly good looking. His hair and eyebrows were thick and dark, and his deep brown eyes harsh and mysterious. She knew he was forty, but he looked younger. He always wore black leather – not bikers’ leather, but refined, expensive jackets and perfectly fitting trousers. His shirts were often black also, but today’s, she noticed, was a lovely deep blue colour.
She couldn’t stop looking at him. He was breathtaking!
“Am I your slave?” she whispered.
He kept his eyes on the road. “Not yet, no.”
“But nearly?”
“Nearly. Yes, I suppose so. It would help if you remembered to address me correctly!”
“Sorry, Master.”
“You’re still in training, til I say.”
“Yes, Master.”
“I’m still testing you.”
“Yes, Master.” Her tone was humble. “I want to be your slave, Master.”
“I know you do. Why don’t you put your hand on my crotch and see what you find?”
“But - ” Kay looked round at the traffic. “But someone might see.”
Brian sighed. “Always complaining! Look, we’re high up in this thing. No-one can see. Now do as you’re told.”
Her hand crept across and found a huge bulge beneath the leather. She pressed it and kneaded it, feeling it swell even more, threatening to burst the straining zip.
“Enough!” He was doing a good job keeping his excitement under control, but it was still evident to her practised eye. “We’re nearly there now.”
They had turned into a rather unsavoury part of town, and to her surprise he steered the van into an alleyway which led to a block of garages. He pulled up outside these, and jumped out to unlock the door to one of them and hoist it up. Then he climbed back into the cab.
“Shall I get out, Master?”
“No.”
“Where are we going?”
“We’re here.”
He drove the van into the waiting space, killed the engine, and leaped out again to close the garage door from the inside. Then he came round to her side and pulled her out.
“When you said you had a place nearby,” she began, her tone playful, “I thought you meant a real ‘place’.”
Alone with her at last, he grabbed her by a wrist and twisted her arm roughly up behind her back.
“Are you complaining again?” he said in her ear.
She giggled, pleased to have him so close to her. “No, Master.”
He glowered at her from close quarters, then let her arm go, using both hands instead to caress her body. He ran them around her waist, then up under her jumper, feeling her bra-less back, then moving to the front til he held a breast in each hand. He squeezed hard, digging the tips of his fingers in, then caught her nipples between the base of each thumb and forefinger and squeezed some more.
Kay opened her mouth and closed her eyes, filled with pleasure at the familiar feel of his strong hands on her naked flesh. He played a little longer, and gave her another earth-shattering kiss. Then he pulled the front of her top gently up until it rested above her breasts, leaving her nipples and the round, pendulous flesh below them exposed to his gaze.
Next he began to explore her bottom and her thighs, checking for the absence of pants, and slowly working the material of her short skirt upwards, until it was even shorter. When her shaven crotch came into view, he caressed it gently, his fingers skirting the edges of the most sensitive area, enjoying the smoothness of her denuded skin.
He turned her round, making sure the skirt was hoisted high enough for the bottom of her naked buttocks to show.
“Look at you,” he said, standing back. “Bits of you bulging out all over the place – the picture of sluttishness. This is how I’d have you walking round the office if you worked for me.”
He stood looking at her a bit longer, one hand straying down to his own crotch.
Their eyes locked in deep, anticipatory communion.
Then he growled at her. “Get in the back of the van, you tart.”
Kay positively skipped past him to the back door of the van and found it unlocked. There was a light inside which revealed a makeshift carpet of rugs and cushions, and to one side, a large, rather forbidding bag.
“Is this your mobile bedroom, then?” she asked, though she had to admit she wasn’t desperate to know quite how often he used it with other women.
“It’s my mobile dungeon,” he said, climbing in after her, closing the door, and reaching immediately for the heavily laden bag.
Kay couldn’t keep her hands off him a moment longer. She pounced at his leather-clad backside, one hand searching for his zip, her lips on the back of his neck.
“Kay, you’re always too randy! I’m supposed to be your Master – stop pawing me!” But he couldn’t resist grabbing her half-naked form, and didn’t object when she succeeded in releasing his straining cock and grasping it tightly.
“Suck me then,” he said, “while I find something to tie you up with.”
So she dropped to his lovely cock, smelling slightly of leather as it usually did, and slipped her lips around it.
Familiarity, she thought. I love the familiarity of being with men I know.
She moved with him, keeping her mouth firmly on his cock, while he pulled his jacket off, undid his shirt, and rifled in the bag for some leather straps.
“Wrists together, slut,” he instructed, and she twisted round onto her back so she could offer her arms up to him, but still keep sucking and licking at his cock from underneath.
He strapped her hands tightly together, then tied a piece of rope to them and attached the other end of it to what must have been a specially added hook in the van’s floor. He pulled the rope tight, forcing her to twist around til she was aligned the way he wanted her – on her back, head towards the front, arms tied together above her head and to the floor.
Kay kept making licking movements with her tongue as Brian’s cock was torn away from her. She was really enjoying herself, letting this skilful, dominant man do whatever he wanted with her.
She watched with interest as he got some broad leather cuffs out of the bag and buckled one around each of her ankles. These cuffs came with a length of chain attached, and it was soon clear that he intended to hoist her legs not only wide open, but up, to more hooks in the corners of the van’s ceiling.
She found herself tightly stretched out – her bum on the floor still, but her chained up legs keeping her in position, with all her naked, shaven charms displayed to her Master’s gaze. She wriggled around, experimenting with lifting her bottom up off the floor towards Brian’s face, and squealed with suppressed excitement.
“Not too much noise,” he told her. “Just in case.”
Of course, she had almost forgotten they were just in a garage down a seedy alleyway. Anyone could walk past and wonder at the strange noises coming from within.
Brian felt a flood of arousal as he knelt looking down at his slave’s spread-eagled legs and bulging tits. He loved this feeling of control – having her there ready for him, dependent on him.
He loved the idea of keeping her clothes on. It was just a quickie after all. Whip her out of the office, whip her into the back of a van, whip her skirt up – whip her – then whip her back to work again!
He smiled down at his chained plaything. “I do think that you’re enjoying yourself rather too much,” he said, and conjured a short rubber whip from out of the bag.
Kay looked at it in a considered way. Rubber whips usually weren’t that bad. She could take a lot from a thing like that – much more than from a leather one. As long as he didn’t use the very tips of it, that was. And as long as he didn’t whip her cunt.
Brian was now more than ready for action.
“Listen to me,” he said, pushing her skirt up further til it was bunched round her waist. “I haven’t got much time – I’m supposed to be working too, you know – so this is what I’m going to do.” He looked at his watch. “I’m going to whip you for five minutes, then I’m going to fuck you for as long as it takes. Now it’s going to be painful – the whipping, that is – but I don’t want to hear a sound til it’s over, do you understand? You can’t scream in here, obviously. Do I need to gag you?”
She shook her head.
“Behave then,” he said, and raised the whip.
“Master?” she exclaimed.
“What?”
“Will you – you know? I can’t do it like this, Master.”
She was referring to stimulation. He was very aware that to obtain relief herself while tied up, she was dependent on him using his fingers or tongue or possibly cock to bring her off.
He shook his head at her. “You’re far too demanding to be a slave, you know. It’s my pleasure that matters, remember. I’ll see to you if I’ve got time. If not, you’ll just have to wank yourself off in the toilets back at work, won’t you?”
“Of course, Master. I’m sorry, Master. Please use me for your pleasure, Master.”
“That’s better. Now, I’m serious – I don’t want a word from you til you’re next addressed. Okay?”
She nodded, and the whipping began.
He was careful, but he was harsh. The strokes rained down on her thighs, the bottom of her buttocks, her belly, her tits. He did use the tips of the whip, and he did whip her cunt. In fact most of the strokes fell in the area of her crotch, making her jerk and flinch and squirm, but also driving her into an escapist high, and arousing her no end.
He knew where it hurt most, and he knew where she could take most. He varied his target expertly, always watching her face, working towards that level of pain that was just too much, then falling back.
They were both in a state of emotional rapture. That such a thing as a stylised punishment like this could have such an effect on two people might not be believed by those who haven’t tried it. But there was no doubt that there was nothing but consent and enjoyment in the back of that concealed van. Well, there was pain too, but pain that wasn’t unwelcome. Pain that was a means to an end.
She obeyed his instructions and didn’t call out, though she whimpered quite a bit, and occasionally said things like ‘please’ and ‘Master’ very quietly under her breath.
He forgot to look at his watch, and whipped her for more than five minutes. Whipped her til his erection was almost painful, and he could no longer resist the allure of her wet, tortured pussy.
Still with trousers and shirt on, he grasped his cock and lingered for a moment at the entrance to her sopping cunt. Her breathing was faster now, and her eyes told him she liked what he was doing and needed more. It was no good, though – he had to have her, and almost of its own accord his manhood slipped deep into her hole.
Kay ground her hips up against him, using the way her legs were chained to lift herself up and force him even deeper into her. She loved the way he pressed down onto her, and sucked at her tits – transformed for the moment from cruel Master to just plain lover. She loved the way he draped the whip over her face, so the smell of rubber mingled in her nose with that of leather, and of gently sweating man.
She wished her arms were free, so she could wrap them around him, but on the other hand it was wonderful to get fucked like this with your arms and legs strapped out of the way, and your body vulnerable and exposed to your lover’s attentions.
He fucked her relatively slowly, enjoying each stroke, shaking his head a little as if to say he couldn’t believe how nice it was. He clutched at her bum when she raised herself up, bit at the flesh of her breasts, grabbed at her hair. He came with his hands pressed down hard on her arms, and his lips on hers, between the strips of rubber, inhaling its perfume with that on her skin.
“You’re a brilliant fuck, Kay,” he told her, when the orgasm and the kiss finally ended. “I’m pleased with you.”
“Thank you, Master,” she managed. His weight was crushing her now.
He kissed her again – tongue exploring gently – and she felt torn between emotional contentment and a purely physical frustration. His fucking had brought her almost to orgasm but not quite.
Move that tongue to where it matters, she wanted to say, and perhaps with another man she would have said it. But she had already been warned once about being demanding, and she wanted to play the game. It was not for a slave to beg a Master to please her.
He must have read her thoughts, however, because he suddenly lifted himself off and out of her, and crawled up to the flexible partition that separated the ‘dungeon’ from the seats.
“Where’s your bag – in the front?” he asked, but before she could answer, he’d already reached into the passenger seat somehow, and got it.
He extracted the dildo and showed it too her. It wasn’t huge, but was just what she needed at this moment.
He pushed it slowly into her and wiggled it around, just the way she liked.
Fingers, now, she begged him silently, and sure enough he slipped a couple of fingers down to the sides of her clit and began to massage the area with rapid circular movements.
So many men got it wrong, and were too direct – but Brian hadn’t even needed to be instructed. He did it in a way that spoke volumes about past experience, but was very welcome.
“Lie back and think of whipping!” he said, and she duly obliged. Just a few minutes of expert stimulation coupled with a nice heavy fantasy and she was over the edge.
A nice big one, as they often were in the middle of the day – deep and pulsating.
She thrashed about a little as he worked the dildo around in her, then collapsed back onto the hard floor.
“Oh, thank you, Master, thank you!” she said. “That was wonderful. Perfect!”
He lay down beside her, and moved the whip away from her face.
“I wish I had time to fuck you again, now, but I’m afraid it will have to wait. I’ll tell you what else I’d do, if I had more time. Whip you some more, then drive you round town for a bit, nicely tied up as you are now. Would you like that?”
Kay thought about what it would feel like, lying alone in the back of a van with her legs tied wide open, while being driven through a busy city centre – the erotic spectacle she was making remaining a secret from all those spectacle-hungry men out there in their cars or looking down on boring streets from office windows.
What a thrill it would be, not knowing where you were being driven, or where your Master might park and leave the van, or for how long?
What if they were in an accident, though? Or the Police stopped them on a roadblock and asked to see what was inside?
“Maybe,” she said, eventually. “I suppose I could be talked into it.”
He played with a nipple. “I’ll do it if I want to, young lady! I could do it now, couldn’t I? I don’t know – you’re just nowhere near trained yet!”
She pulled against her bonds. “Okay, drive around now then. I’ll prove to you how good a slave I can be, Master.”
“That you will, but I told you, I haven’t got time at the moment. In fact, I need to get moving, so after I’ve untied you, you can sort yourself out and get on your way.”
“Pardon?”
“I haven’t got time to take you back – I’ve spent too long variously engaged with your pussy. You can walk up the road and catch a bus.”
“But Master – I’ll be late!”
“Make some excuse. It was worth it, wasn’t it?”
Kay swallowed. He didn’t understand.
“Master, I’ve got no pants on!”
“So?”
“This skirt rides up when I walk, Master.”
“Well just keep pulling it down!”
“But your spunk will be running out down my legs, Master.”
“No-one will notice.”
“It’s such a rough area, though, Master.”
“Weak excuses for laziness! We’re not in the wilds, you know – you can get a cab on the main road. Have you got enough money?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Then you’ll be fine.”
“If you say so, Master.”
“Kay?” He rolled half on top of her again.
“Yes, Master?”
He hesitated, then whispered. “You know what you do to me?”
She drew in a delighted breath, and forgot all her concerns.
Look out for the next thrilling part of the story coming soon!!!!
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