as the jerking tremors of her climax ripped through her.
Chapter 2
The training
session was set and the class ready, spirits were high and the
sales team anxious to get the meeting over with and on down to the
pub afterwards.
The sales
manager was at the head of the classroom awaiting the personnel
manager's presence before commencing. His brow was coated in a fine
film of perspiration and his expression set to portray his
nervousness of the dominating Kathleen. She would find something
wrong with his presentation of the sales campaign, he simply knew
it - she always did. If it wasn't the presentation then it would be
personal attacks on his character all in a bid to keep him under
her control. The woman was a maniac; he felt, a severe and
demanding boss plus a harsh mistress during their private sessions
together at her house. The thrill and sex that she provided for him
during those sessions though made all of the treatment he took from
her most worthwhile, both at work and at her home.
In her
mid-thirties and married, the tall and slim brunette was a most
attractive and fuckable woman but her demands? Outrageous at times,
unfair and even concocted so that he would be sure to fail but the
punishments she dished out to him? Well, that was the worthwhile
bit. His cock stiffened within his trousers at the thought and he
held his folder down over his crotch to conceal the fact from the
sales team before him. Every single one of them wanted her, he had
heard the comments and listened to the gossip and banter, to a man
they should all like to fuck the lovely Kathleen and he wondered
how many of them had done exactly that.
The bitch was
late - deliberately, so as to further humiliate him. She planned it
always so it seemed, so that her entrance would be solo and would
draw complete attention to herself. The teasing bitch simply loved
flaunting her body in front of others, but he wouldn't be the one
to tell her so. She was force enough to contend with already and to
antagonise her further would only bring more pain and suffering -
he chose then to keep his views to himself.
His thoughts
were broken by the sound of her thin heels clicking noisily on the
floorboards in the corridor outside, there was a momentary pause
and then she entered the room in a theatrical gush. The tight
pencil skirt that Kathleen wore hugged her narrow hips and slender
thighs to give her the impression of being even taller than she
actually was. A long split in the skirt up one thigh gave
tantalising glimpses of her stocking-clad leg and thigh and
fleeting hints of the creamy white flesh above the top. She wore a
figure-hugging silk blouse in pale cream that clung to every
contour of her slim body and left little to the imagination. Her
firm bust was emphasised by the way the material pulled across and
under the swell of her breasts. Her bright red lipstick, wide
mascara-highlighted eyes and the long brown hair framed her face as
a picture of total beauty and sexual alluring.
She posed
momentarily by the seat to the side of the classroom before sitting
slowly and crossing her legs casually. Kathleen placed her folder
on her knee, bathing in the attention her legs and body were
receiving from the many seated men. She smiled sweetly at the sales
manager and nodded, "You may begin," she said simply and returned
her gaze to the class of salesmen.
***
Kathleen
secured the final strap around her husband's wrist to complete his
imprisonment against the heavy wooden cross. She double checked the
ball-gag prising his jaws apart and stepped back to admire her
handiwork.
He was
spread-eagled and upright, strapped back to the timber cross fixed
to the wall of their bedroom. The wide leather straps around his
wrists and ankles and held him suspended clear of the floor, pinned
back against the cross in a most uncomfortable and painful
position. His cock jutted out hard in erection, twitching in little
spasms of excitement as he ogled his wife's
Chapter 2
The training
session was set and the class ready, spirits were high and the
sales team anxious to get the meeting over with and on down to the
pub afterwards.
The sales
manager was at the head of the classroom awaiting the personnel
manager's presence before commencing. His brow was coated in a fine
film of perspiration and his expression set to portray his
nervousness of the dominating Kathleen. She would find something
wrong with his presentation of the sales campaign, he simply knew
it - she always did. If it wasn't the presentation then it would be
personal attacks on his character all in a bid to keep him under
her control. The woman was a maniac; he felt, a severe and
demanding boss plus a harsh mistress during their private sessions
together at her house. The thrill and sex that she provided for him
during those sessions though made all of the treatment he took from
her most worthwhile, both at work and at her home.
In her
mid-thirties and married, the tall and slim brunette was a most
attractive and fuckable woman but her demands? Outrageous at times,
unfair and even concocted so that he would be sure to fail but the
punishments she dished out to him? Well, that was the worthwhile
bit. His cock stiffened within his trousers at the thought and he
held his folder down over his crotch to conceal the fact from the
sales team before him. Every single one of them wanted her, he had
heard the comments and listened to the gossip and banter, to a man
they should all like to fuck the lovely Kathleen and he wondered
how many of them had done exactly that.
The bitch was
late - deliberately, so as to further humiliate him. She planned it
always so it seemed, so that her entrance would be solo and would
draw complete attention to herself. The teasing bitch simply loved
flaunting her body in front of others, but he wouldn't be the one
to tell her so. She was force enough to contend with already and to
antagonise her further would only bring more pain and suffering -
he chose then to keep his views to himself.
His thoughts
were broken by the sound of her thin heels clicking noisily on the
floorboards in the corridor outside, there was a momentary pause
and then she entered the room in a theatrical gush. The tight
pencil skirt that Kathleen wore hugged her narrow hips and slender
thighs to give her the impression of being even taller than she
actually was. A long split in the skirt up one thigh gave
tantalising glimpses of her stocking-clad leg and thigh and
fleeting hints of the creamy white flesh above the top. She wore a
figure-hugging silk blouse in pale cream that clung to every
contour of her slim body and left little to the imagination. Her
firm bust was emphasised by the way the material pulled across and
under the swell of her breasts. Her bright red lipstick, wide
mascara-highlighted eyes and the long brown hair framed her face as
a picture of total beauty and sexual alluring.
She posed
momentarily by the seat to the side of the classroom before sitting
slowly and crossing her legs casually. Kathleen placed her folder
on her knee, bathing in the attention her legs and body were
receiving from the many seated men. She smiled sweetly at the sales
manager and nodded, "You may begin," she said simply and returned
her gaze to the class of salesmen.
***
Kathleen
secured the final strap around her husband's wrist to complete his
imprisonment against the heavy wooden cross. She double checked the
ball-gag prising his jaws apart and stepped back to admire her
handiwork.
He was
spread-eagled and upright, strapped back to the timber cross fixed
to the wall of their bedroom. The wide leather straps around his
wrists and ankles and held him suspended clear of the floor, pinned
back against the cross in a most uncomfortable and painful
position. His cock jutted out hard in erection, twitching in little
spasms of excitement as he ogled his wife's
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