Edited by Curtis. Thank you, Curtis.
Chapter seven:
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Wendell?"
Her voice and its tone sent a chill down his spine. Immediately he released his
fingers from around his cock shaft, and let her panties drop between his legs
onto the bed. Wendell's mind raced. '"Clean the house and have dinner ready when
I get home". Yes, those were her instructions. "Wrap my panties around your
cock and use them to wank off"? No, she definitely hadn't mentioned anything
about that.'
Lunging forward, Shondra snatched her panties up and threw them down onto the
floor. "Well, slut? What have you got to say?"
It wasn't really his fault. He had done everything just as she told him. He had
completed all his chores, showered and secured his collar around his neck, but
then, just as he was about to spread himself across the bed, he had noticed the
pretty black and red lace peeping out from under the laundry hamper lid. He had
intended simply slipping them inside the basket, but somehow his cock had taken
over his brain. He had only intended to take a little sniff, but somehow when he
had pressed that soft fabric against his nose her sweet intoxicating scent had
overpowered him. He had intended to just brush them against his cock to see how
they would feel, but somehow they had ended up wrapped around his shaft while he
wanked off. Now, somehow, he knew he was in trouble - big trouble!
Wendell stared down at the floor shook his head. He had nothing to say.
"You're a filthy little whore!" she scolded him, taking a deep breath and
hesitating for a moment as if trying to contain her anger before continuing.
"And what does Mistress do with filthy little whores like you, Wendell?"
"She punishes them, Mistress." He swallowed hard, and began nervously nibbling
on his lower lip, still not daring to look up.
Grabbing a handful of his hair, Shondra jerked his head back. "Tell me, slut,
tell me what you are."
"Wendell is a filthy little whore who needs to be punished, Mistress."
She grinned and released his hair, then in almost a whisper, told him, "Go and
fetch my whip."
"Yes, Mistress."
Slipping off the bed and dropping forward onto his hands and knees, he crawled
towards a large chest of drawers situated near the door. He opened one and
carefully lifted the black leather whip with both hands. He placed it in his
mouth and then crawled back. Shondra immediately snatched it from him.
"Assume the punishment position," she commanded.
Wendell lay down on the floor all the while staring up at the ceiling.
Wriggling about he then pressed his hands under his ass, raising it off the
floor before lifting his legs high and then remaining perfectly still.
Shondra placed one foot on his chest as she grabbed hold of his ankles. Wendell
braced himself as she leaned over and delivered the first of many stinging swats
to his ass. Again and again she swung the whip though the air, grinning each
time it made a loud slapping sound on his unprotected ass. Each time leaving a
fresh red welt on his tender pale skin. He tried to squeeze his thighs together
to guard his precious balls, but it was useless - they hung there vulnerable and
exposed - several times bearing the burning sting of the lashes. His face
contorted and reddened as he drew on all his strength not to cry out -
displaying such a lack of self-control would surely have brought more
punishment.
At last she felt he'd had enough. She stopped and stood back, breathing heavily
as she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. "Don't ever try that again
slut. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress, your little slut understands."
"Good, now what's for dinner?"
The following morning, as usual, Wendell sat naked at the table, quietly eating
his breakfast. He thought everything had been forgiven, but he thought wrong.
"I've been thinking, Wendell," she told him as she finished the last of her
coffee. Immediately he stopped munching on his cereal and listened. When
Shondra began 'thinking' it usually involved something uncomfortable for him.
"Since you are so fond of my panties. Today you will wear them - all day."
"But what if..."
"All day, Wendell."
"Yes, Mistress."
Actually, when he thought about it, it didn't really seem all that bad; in fact,
the idea of such a punishment had his cock stiffening in anticipation.
"Well, slut? What are you waiting for?"
Wendell jumped up from the table and hurried off to the bedroom. The panties
she had worn the previous day were still on the floor, where she had left them,
beside her stockings and shoes. He picked up the pretty black satin and lace
and held it to his nose. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, then as if
suddenly remember what he was suppose to be doing, he gripped them between his
hands and slipped them on, pulling them up and over his bulging cock. They felt
tight and uncomfortable. The lacey crotch already cut between his ass cheeks.
He glanced down - his balls were partly falling out of one side and his cock
strained against the fine fabric.
"Lay on the bed, Wendell."
He turned around to see Shondra standing in the doorway. "But ... "
"I said lay on the bed!"
"Yes, Mistress."
Walking over to him, he saw she had his restraints, leather cuffs and chains she
used to secure him to whatever, and on what ever she pleased.
"I will be home around lunch time to release these; you can do your chores then,
" she told him as she pulled one arm up to the corner of the bed to buckle his
wrist into a leather strap she had attached to the bedpost. "During that time
you can give some thought to your sluttish behavior, can't you, Wendell?" She
secured his other wrist to the opposite side of the bed and then secured each of
his ankles to the lower corners of the bed. His already hardening cock
strained against the soft satin as she gave it a playful poke. "I think this
might be a long morning," she chuckled.
She then turned away from him and walked towards wardrobe, letting her bathrobe
drop down on the floor to reveal her freshly showered body. " Don't forget to
pick that up later, will you, Wendell," she said as she glanced over her
shoulder at him, then back to the racks of clothes.
Wendell watched as Shondra finished dressing and doing her hair and makeup. She
cheerfully leaned over him to kiss the top of his head before disappearing out
the door.
The morning dragged. Usually he would have been kept busy cleaning and tidying
up. He looked down at the hard bulge throbbing between his legs. A tiny wet
spot of precum had marked the shiny satin. Even if he had been able to make
himself ejaculate, it would have been a huge mistake. He knew that.
Hours later, someone was at the door! 'Oh, yes, of course, Shondra,' he
thought. 'Well it's about time too, I'm bursting to have piss!'
"I knocked, but you mustn't have heard me. "
'Fuck!' Wendell lifted his head. He recognized the voice all right, but it
wasn't Shondra's. No, it was Max Avery's secretary - Amanda Moore.
"I hope you don't mind me letting myself in, Shondra gave me her key. She asked
me to come over pick up the Orix file. She and Max Avery are having a meeting
and they need it." Her voice was getting louder as she got nearer the bedroom.
"She said she left it on the bed side table..." Her voice trailed off and she
stood in the doorway, opened mouthed.
Lovely Amanda Moore, the woman every man in the office wanted to fuck, but none
had - yet. He had overheard talk in the men's bathroom. "She's a fucking
lezzo... That's why she won't fuck me." He would have agreed, only she didn't
seem interested in women either. Yes, Amanda, the woman he had, in the past,
managed to aggravate on a number of occasions with his sexist comments. The
woman now standing in the doorway of his bedroom wearing spiked red stiletto
heels, sheer black stockings, an irresistibly short shirt and the reddest
lipstick he had ever seen!
Amanda was speechless, then suddenly she burst out laughing.
Feeling totally humiliated, Wendell slumped helplessly back onto the bed,
staring up at the ceiling rather than looking at her. "I really think you
should go now."
"I'm sorry, Wendell. It's just that everyone at the office says Shondra wears
the pants in your house, but now ..." she began laughing again, "now I know
it's really you!"
"Just take the fucking file and go, will you!"
Amanda stopped laughing and moved closer towards the bed. "I don't think I like
your tone, Wendell."
Realizing the mistake he may have made, Wendell tired to backtrack. "I'm sorry,
Amanda. Please, just take the file. This business is between Shondra and me,
so for Christ's sake, just try to be discreet, will you?"
"Well of course I will, Wendell, she told him, grinning and moving towards the
bed, then dropping down onto her hands and knees to crawl up between his open
legs.
"Well now, who's a pretty boy, then?" she mockingly asked, playfully squeezing
his bulge.
"Please, Amanda?" He begged, then he thought, 'Please, Amanda? Please what?
Please leave my cock alone? Fuck no!'
Wendell knew fucking around with Max Avery's secretary would be foolish, but
really what choice did he have? 'She's going to fuck me whether I protest or
not,' he smugly justified to himself.
Amanda slid back off the bed, then shimmied out of her skirt and removed her
flimsy blouse. He had always thought she had a great body, but now, seeing her
standing there in her lacey black bra and matching thong, he knew it for sure!
And he knew something else - any woman with a body like that would surely have
to be a great fuck!
Leaving her shoes and stockings on, she climbed back on to the end of the bed
and knelt there, between his open legs, with her thighs spread wide. Already a
wet spot had form on the crotch of her panties. He watched as she slowly licked
one finger, and then ran its wetness down between her lovely full breasts. "You
like what you see, don't you? "
He tried to reply, but the words seemed to get caught in his dry throat, as he
lay there open mouthed.
She leaned over and pushed one slender finger under the legs of Shondra's
panties to touch his hard cock. Wendell moaned. 'Oh yes, that feels so good,
but then... fuck it!' She pulled it out again!
"Oh, this awful bra is so uncomfortable," she complained, slipping her hands
behind her back to unfasten it, allowing her full breasts to fall free. "I'm
sure brassieres must have been invented by a man."
Wendell swallowed hard. He couldn't remember when he had last seen such great
tits. He loved tits. Actually, now that he thought about it, he'd never seen a
pair of tits he didn't like.
Holding her bra above him, she swung it backward and forwards, allowing it to
brush against his face. She then carelessly dropped it down on his chest. "Men,
you are all the same. All you want is sex... Sex! Sex! Sex!" she lamented.
Just hearing that woman utter those words was almost enough to make Wendell's
cock explode.
Cupping her breasts in her hands, she began rubbing her erect nipples between
her fingers and thumbs. "Fuck them and forget them, that's how you all are. Well
here's one fuck you're not going to get!"
'Not going to get?' Wendell began to panic.
"I don't need a fucking man to satisfy me," she continued, holding one hand up
to his face then wriggling her long red fingernails. "I can take care of
myself!" Slowly she slid one hand down over her belly and between her legs. She
pulled the crotch of her thong to one side. Her dark rose-colored clit
protruded from between the pale velvety folds of her pretty pussy as she began
to rub her fingers over and around it.
"Oh, yes, watch my fingers. I don't need any fucking man to fuck me. Fuck you!
Fuck all men!"
Tossing her long dark hair back over her shoulders, she closed her eyes and
moaned softly. Then, right there in front of him, she masturbated.
Within a few minutes her breath became short pants, and light perspiration began
to glisten on her pale flawless skin. It was difficult for him to see exactly
what she was doing because he needed to relax his head back every few minutes,
but he could certainly hear every bit of her lustful self-pleasure. Obviously
she had become very wet as her fingers slipped in and out making an obscene
squelchy noise.
Wendell had often wondered exactly how wet Amanda's cunt could get. Now he had a
very good idea. The sweet smell of her perfume, combined with that of her
arousal, had him in a frenzied, almost unbearable, state of sexual excitement as
he squirmed and struggled desperately in an attempt to free himself.
Her lips parted slightly. Soft moans and whimpers soon became loud gasps and
cries as she continued to plunge her fingers deep into her sweet wetness.
Wendell watched her quiver and then, after several deep thrusts, her body
convulsed into a full climax.
'Huh? What about me? Please, don't leave me like this. Please?' he pleaded
silently as she began to regain her breath and composure.
Amanda smiled down at him and ran her wet tongue over her full luscious lips.
Fuckable lips. Yes, that's what they were; the kind of lips that begged for a
cock to suck without uttering a single word. For a moment Wendell was sure she
was going to suck him off. He waited but then...
"Oh that was good. That was just so fucking good; you have no idea how wonderful
my fingers felt," she told him.
'Fuck it! I just saw Amanda Moore finger fuck herself', he thought as she
climbed off the bed and began dressing. 'The same Amanda Moore every damned man
in the office wants to fuck - and I can't tell any of them!' And, even more
frustrating, 'The same Amanda Moore who is about to leave me here with a fucking
hot hard on!'
He closed his eyes and began desperately trying to think of a way to get her to
stay and take care of him. He would beg her. Yes, a woman like Amanda would
surely appreciate a man like him begging for sex. 'Fuck yes! I'm going to get
to fuck that bitch yet!' he told himself with iron determination. As he opened
his eyes, however, he saw Shondra leaning up against the side of the bedroom
door. Her arms were crossed and she was grinning.
"Well, did you have fun?"
