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It was four o’clock and I was way past nervous. My mind was distracted and my co-workers could tell. I just sat at my desk not doing anything.

“I can’t do this anymore.” I thought to myself.
“She has just become to much,” I whispered to myself.
It was four fifteen, and my time was running out.

“If I don’t show, she might let me back in again. That would be bad. Maybe I could talk to her.” Then I realized how ridiculous that was. I would just end up saying whatever she wanted to hear.

It was four thirty, and something had to be done. She expected me there at exactly six, not one second later. What was I going to do? I kept thinking about the last item I was over there.

It was five o’clock, and I was in trouble. 

“I can’t keep going over there, this has got to stop.” I whispered to myself.
“I just won’t go.” I thought. 
“That's it, I just won't go over there.” I thought. 

It was five fifteen, and I had to leave. I went home and showered. I put on the pants and shirt she bought for me. 

“But I am not going over there,” I said to myself as I got in my car. 

When I made it to her door, it was exactly six. She opened the door for me and welcomed me in. She was all dressed up and she really looked good. She looked more than good. She stood in front of me inspecting my clothing.

Now was the time, now I had to tell her this had to stop. I was just about to open my mouth when she said, “How was your day, dear?”  She looked at me with a big smile.

That caught me a little off guard. I just kind of shuffled my feet and looked nervously around the room and just could not get anything to come out of my mouth. 

The she did it. She reached her hand over and put in on my erection. It was over. I wasn’t going to say anything now. She was in charge, again. 

She smiled at me and slowly rubbed her hand up and down my shaft. I could smell her and she knew I was wound up. It was just a few seconds later that I was completely naked standing there in front of her. She liked to look at me all naked and erect. She made me turn around so she could run her finger nails over my skin and up and down between my cheeks. 

“Spread your cheeks, dear “she said and I had to reach my hands back around and open myself up to her. She used her finger to run up and down my butt stopping on my exposed ass and then giving me a little push. She did not penetrate me, not yet anyway. I kept thinking about the last time.  

She made me turn around and stand there with my butt cheeks spread. This seemed to please her to no end. She then inspected my private parts. No matter how many times she had done this to me. It was always so embarrassing. I have to stand there while she fondles me. 

“Come over here, dear” she says and leads me by the end of my shaft to the middle of the room where her chair is. She sits down and I know I have to kneel down beside her. She likes me on the side, that way she can get at my back and front at the same time. 

Then it starts. She starts asking me all those questions. She teases my erection with her one hand and threatens to penetrate me with the other. 

“What did you have for lunch, sweat heart?”
“Did you jack off today, dear?”
“What did you think about the last time you jacked off?”
“Is it cold outside?”
“Have you been having sex with that little girl next door to you?”
“Does she put you in her mouth?”

She is not satisfied to just violate me sexually, she has to violate me emotionally as well. She would affectingly run her fingers through my hair as she asked me the most intimate and personal questions. All those questions confused me. She had her dress just so I almost could see up her legs, but not quite. Her blouse line came down to just above her breasts so I could almost see her , but not quite. 

She puts her hand gently on my shoulder and goes on. 

“Are you excited, honey?”
“Do remember what I did to you last time?”
“Did you like that?”
“How long were you sore?”

 I answer her questions with my eyes looking at the floor. What else can I do? She controls me. After she has satisfied herself that I  holding nothing back, she gives me a little reward by stroking my dick. Just enough to keep me ridged, but never enough to get me off. 

She keeps asking me these questions, while she gets up from her chair and gets the collar and cuffs. I still remember when she made me try them on in the store. In front of those people.

“Would you like me to suck you?” She says as she puts the collar round my neck and then the wrists cuffs on my arms. 

“Would you like me to undress for you?” she asks as she hooks the wrist cuffs to the collar so may hands are help up next to my neck. 

When she has me all secured and naked, she uses the end of my shaft as a leash and leads me around over to the table where she keeps her toys. She muses over which ones to use on me. 

"Is it to hot here for you, sweat heart? " she asks. She keeps asking me these questions, all the while she is driving me insane with this humiliation and her constant stoking of my shaft. 

‘Would you like me to invite a friend over?” She asks. ‘She might like to see you all naked like you are now. Would you like that? Hummm?” 

She finally settles on the little whip she uses to whip my shaft. I hiss  my next breathe in anticipation. 

“Nervous, dear,” she says as she whacks me right on my erection. I bend back and she takes her finger and sticks it in my ass. 

“Stand up straight, honey,” she says. 

She has such a look of pleasure on her face as she whips me with that little whip. I dance around from the sharp sting. She follows me and whips me exactly where it will hurt the most. 

“Oh my! I bet that stung, didn’t it sweat heart?” 

She was deliberately driving me mad. When my shaft had enough, she picked up her paddle. She lead me back over to her chair and I had to bend over the back. 

“My gosh, all those red marks from last time are almost gone,” she said. “You heal fast don’t you?” as she slammed that paddle into my butt.  

Oh my god, she torments me. One hand paddling me, the other teasing and pinching me all the while asking me those questions that had to be answered. 

“Does that sting?”“
"Yes, Lynn, that stings.”

WHACK! WHACK!

“Is your dick hard?”
“Yes, Lynn, my dick is hard!”

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Are you going to come all over my chair?”
"No, Lynn, I can hold it.”

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

I can’t stand much more. She knew I was getting desperate, so she stopped for a minute and made me lay on my back. She lifted up her dress and sat her warm wet privates on my face. 

“Is that okay, can you breathe?”
“Yes, Lynn, I can breathe.”

I had to start licking her. She would hold the very end of my shaft in her finger nails. If I stopped for second, even to breathe, she would pinch me hard.

“Did that hurt?”
“Yes, Lynn, it hurt. Ouch…..” 

She pinched me and I went back to work. She was so hot and wet she covered my face with her fluids. I serviced her for a long time, until she finally came. As she was coming, she pinched  the end of my dick and would not let go. I squirmed and she held tight. She rocked her ass over my face as she came. I could feel her convulsing and shivering. It took her a while to settle back down. After she was finished, she stayed on my face for a while to rub her self all over me. She coated my face with her juices.

 She stood up and pulled her dress back down, but not before I got a good look at her magnificent ass. Oh, how I wanted her ass.

 She lead me back over to the table and picked up a pair of clothes pins. She held then up to my nipples and acted like she was going to put them on me.

 “Do these hurt, hummm?”
“Yes, Lynn, they hurt.”

She toyed with me making me guess whether she would do it.

I was starting to make little moans now and my dick was rocking with the blood flushing through me.

“Are you all excited, sweaty?”
"Oh god, Yes, Lynn, I am excited.”

“Would you like to come?”
“Oh please, Yes, Lynn, may I please come. Please let me come!”

She made me get down on my knees in front of her and beg her to let me come. She would not say yes, no matter how I pleaded. She just looked at me and giggled. The more I squirmed, the more she liked it.

 Finally, when I was at the end of my wits. She slapped my dick really hard and then grabbed it with both hands. Her hands were so soft and her touch so warm. She gently stroked me and looked at me in my anguish. 

Back and forth she went, getting a firmed grip each time.

“Do you want me to take off my top?”
“Oh please, Yes, Lynn, please take off your top!”

She took her hands off me and pulled her top off. Then she slowly took her bra off and let her wonderful breasts fall out. I was panting and moaning and squirming and she looked at me and chuckled.

She started stroking me again.

“Can’t you hold it, dear?”
“NO LYNN, I CANT HOLD IT!”

She pulled my dick really hard and slapped it twice and then she started stroking me really fast. My mind when blank and my whole body locked and she brought me to an orgasm.

“Ahhh…” I gasped as I expelled all over her hands. I jerked and squirmed about for a good few minutes. I panted and gasped.

She wiped me and her hands off with the towel she kept by the chair.

She bowed my head in her lap and gently stroked the back of my hair.

“Do you feel better now, honey?”“
Yes , Lynn, I fell a lot better now.”

With my head in her lap as she petted me, I finally was able to relax. All that tension was gone and I felt so at peace.

She undid my collar and removed the wrist cuffs. The she stoked the side of my face and my hair.

 "You needed that, didn’t you dear?”
“Yes, Lynn, I really needed that.”