The First Four

"The First Four"

He sat there patiently. The chair wasn’t the most comfortable thing to sit on but it was the only one without handles he could find. Since he was actually going to go through with this he had no choice. So he sat quietly in the empty office waiting. Seconds ticked by on the clock like hours. Each time one passed the tick and tock of the clock sounded like thunder. With that being the only noise in the room, save for his rapidly beating heart, he grew a bit paranoid. “What am I doing here” he wondered to himself. He stood up and walked to the door. He opened it and peered out into the hall. Everyone had left hours ago but he still could not help but be worried. He was supposedly working late but in reality he was just finding things to pass the time as his coworkers filed out at the end of the day one by one. He mentally assured himself that no one was here and stepped back into his office shutting the door behind him. He stepped to the windows and cracked the blinds peering out into the parking lot and he instantly noticed her car pulling in. His heart skipped faster with reality swiftly approaching. He looked at his watched and realized it was nearly time. In a few quick steps he was back in his chair facing the door and again waiting.

She had never thought she would be subject to this. She was not one of those girls. But no matter what she tried to explain away she realized she wanted to be for him. So she agreed to do this. Just before she left work she even made it a point to look up on the internet what the word submissive really meant. Submissive – Inclined to or willing to submit to orders or wishes of others; to be yielding; obedient; willing to serve. When she read this she smiled and turned off her computer quickly. As she drove to his office she debated in her head. “Is that me? Would I actually be that way? Will I?” She had never had these thoughts, desires or feelings before. And now here she was heading straight to do just that. It all started so fast. The fire deep in her to make this man happy in any way just could not seem to be quenched. Their conversations started off innocent and as the passion between the two increased so did their bold and daringness. Neither of them can recall when they even approached the topic of master and slave. She just knew that when he wanted to use dirty words and she liked it. Growing wetter with each slut, whore or cunt he uttered to and about her. It was a nasty game that she did not want to end. Each time he seemed hesitant or backed off a bit she pushed the right buttons and got them both back on track again, eventually getting to the point where they were now. She pulled into the parking lot of his office and checked her makeup one last time just for good measure.

He could hear the car door shut in the parking lot and heard every step of her high heels click as she approached the main door of the office building. He listened as the outside door opened and then shut. He heard the metallic click of the deadbolt echo through halls as she did just as he’d instructed. A moment later his office door opened and she stepped in, staring at him, as she shut the door behind herself. Without a word she turned and locked this door also. “Oh…I am really going to do this”, he thought to himself, finding a new courage that was nowhere prior to seeing her at that very moment. She stood before him not saying a word. This is what they had agreed. No one would speak they would just do. His eyes roamed over her body enjoying everything he saw. She wore a pair of black strapped anklet heels with a peek-a-boo toe. Her nylons were flesh colored running the length of her legs and where they ended he did not know. But he would soon find out. Her pin striped black pencil skirt hugged her thighs and hips perfectly accentuating every bit of her in just the right way. She wore a simple white button up three quarter sleeve blouse that was just tight enough to catch the rise and fall of her nervous breathing behind her huge breasts. She was perfect and she was his. “My slave”, he thought to his self and with that he motioned for her to move forward and stand in front of him.


Her confidence fled her quickly the moment she locked eyes with him. It was as if he sucked it out of her with just a simple stare. “Don’t chicken out now. You are going to this.” She thought to herself. Before she could even think of a rebuttal he motioned for her to go to him and like the slave she wanted to be she went. She moved from the door to stand directly in front of him. As he eyed her she knew it was on her now. Slowly carefully she hiked up her skirt exposing her thick milky white thighs to him. His eyes grew large in anticipation and she began to pull her panties down. They were pink and black satin low rise boy cut panties and as they dropped to the floor around her ankles his eyes followed them down like a kitten chasing twine. He stared at them for a moment while the cool air began to mix with her wet desire. She could smell her need and knew he could too. As he looked back to her she realized this was his way of saying for her to continue and so she did. She stepped out of her panties and bent over to pick them up. Balling them a little in her hand she handed them to him. A smile spread across his face and he took them eagerly. He stuffed them into his pants pocket and turned his attention back to her. “I so want to know what he is going to do with them later” she thought to herself as bit of anticipation ran down the inside of her leg. It was time. They were now at the point of no return. She was about to become his slave and he her master. Slowly she moved around to his side and pulled her skirt all the way up to her waist. She then lowered herself bending over his legs. Eventually her entire body rested across his lap and her ass lay exposed to the air and his will.

It was amazing. Here he sat in his office with this absolutely beautiful brunette bent over his knee bare assed and waiting for him to do his worst. With all their talk he never expected it to actually happen. Today he was about to be proven wrong. He stared down at her and she looked back anxious but wantonly with a dirty and knowing smile. He then focused on her perfect round ass. The creamy white inside of her thighs was a wonderful view. He has to see more he thought to himself and boldly ran his hand across her ass, squeezing it gently. She moaned and parted her legs just a bit and he could smell her sex. He wanted her so bad. But that was not the deal and if he was going to be the master he needed to show his control. With that he found his courage and raised his hand. Quickly, he brought it back down on her ass in a swift motion. The loud smack echoed through the room and oddly enough it excited him. 

It was so quick she never had the chance to tense up. You could tell it caught her by surprise as she lurched forward and let a slight yelp escape her lips. “No noise”, she thought to herself as she processed the extreme mix of pain and pleasure. He raised his hand once more and brought it yet again down quickly on her ass and she tensed with the surge on her flesh and in the very same instant she grew wetter feeling her excitement slickening between her legs. She seemed to dread the next blow and wanted it all in the same instant and as she puzzled this in her head he struck again. The pins and needles spreading over her ass was one of the most amazing and confusing things she had ever felt. 

He wanted to stop but he also wanted to do it again. It was the weirdest thing he had ever felt. His cock was rock hard pressed against his leg underneath her body. The beast in him wanted to pull her to his desk and fuck her right there but he knew that was for another time. Having spanked her three times he now noticed the redness that spread across her ass. It was as if both her cheeks were blushing at the same time. He looked down at her as she looked back. She was dirty and staring up at him. Tears seemed to be forming at the corners of her eyes and it she seemed to be daring him to do it again. With that single thought he was determined to be the master and in fourth and final blow he brought his hand down her ass as hard as he could. They never took their eyes off of one another as he did this. The instant his hand smacked her ass a tear ran down her cheek and fell to the floor. It was not that tear that made his heart beat and his cock jump. It was the look of pure desire she had on her face. She stared at him, wanting him. In that moment he knew she was his, his to do whatever he wished. He slid his hand across her now warm ass as they continued to look at one another in the silence and parted her legs just enough to get his fingers in between. He slipped two fingers inside of her and she gasped closing her eyes while pushing back just a little bit. He enjoyed what he felt. She was so wet. His fingers played between her folds just for a moment and then he pulled them out. Her eyes shot open when he moved to get up. 

“What’s happening now” she thought to herself. “He wants to fuck me; thank god he wants to fuck me.” He moved toward her and she was ready. His hands went toward her waist and when they made contact he pulled her skirt down to its normal resting place. She was shocked. This is not what she expected she wanted him and wanted so much more. He stared her in the eyes and she could see a hunger in there. She could see he was near the edge and fighting and at that moment she realized it was just as they planned. This would go no further. She smiled at him and wanted him more simply for his ability to control himself and her. She knew she was his. She knew she would do whatever he wanted. She now knew she was a sex slave. Just thinking of it made her nearly cum standing there. With nothing else left to do she did what she was commanded earlier to do. Kissing him on the cheek she simply whispered “Thank you master, let me know when I am needed” and walked out the door.

As the door to his office shut behind her a huge sigh escaped his mouth and he placed his hand in his pocket clutching her panties. “I am the master” he thought to himself. Quickly he gathered his belongings to head home, he needed a private place to resolve some sexual frustration.

By
Thomas Aiden