To My Master:

Oh, Master. I am here to please you, to tease you and to make you come. I love the way you make me feel. How you like to tie me up and abuse me. The rope is so tight, I can’t feel my hands. How you drip hot wax on my nipples and make me scream out in pleasure. You force you rock hard cock into my ass, mouth and pussy. For hours I am reduced to your dirty whore. Remember all of the times when you came into my room? I was sleeping and you took me against my will. Holding me down so hard I couldn’t breath. Ripping my nightgown off and throwing it to the floor. Revealing my bare breasts and little thong. The way you cut my panties off with your knife, knicking my hip slightly. You told me if I scream you’d slit my throat. I could see your hard cock, but you wouldn’t let me touch it. I could feel it on my thigh, wet and warm. Your pre-cum mixing with my blood. Entering my wet, tight pussy with such force, I thought you’d tear me in two. Thrusting in and out. Rocking back and forth. You take your hand from my mouth when you realize that I won’t scream. I am all yours. I am wet for only you. Do you feel my pussy lips wrap around your cock? How I want you to fuck me hard and all night? Yes, Master, That’s right I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you fill me with all you have. Then flip my over and fill my sweet, little ass. Tear into that hole like you are hungry. Hungry to fuck it. Fuck it hard. Slap my ass as you drive into me over and over again. Make me bleed, Master. Tell me what a whore I am. How you will hurt me for your pleasure. How you will own me for days and do things to me that I have never imagined. I want to come, Master. Harder, please! Tie me down and force to submit. Submit to your hard cock. Come in me and on me. Make me lick it off. I will not scream, but I am broken. You broke me and now you own me.

 

May 3, 2006

For most of Saturday afternoon, I went through everything I owed and found a hot little black dress that hugged my curves, strappy stilettos, a lacey bra and thongs (cuz you never know). I wore my hair up to show my long neck and tan back. I actually had butterflies in my stomach. I’ve been on a lot of dates, but this one seemed different. I was really nervous. Weird.

I was ready right on time when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to this Adonis. Paul had on a beige linen shirt and khaki pants. The shirt was almost sheer and showed off his fabulous chest. His hair had a wet look to it and flattered his face. I hadn’t noticed his gorgeous green eyes the night before because I was so busy trying to clean his crotch. Wow! Was all I wanted to say.

“You look beautiful, ” he said and leaned in to kiss my cheek.

“Thanks,” I managed to croak.

He smelled like spices and I wanted to rip his clothes off right there and fuck him in the doorway.

“Come on in.” I stepped back to let him enter but he remained planted.

“I made reservations for six-thirty. Is that okay?”

“Sure, let me just grab my purse.”

I could feel his eyes on me when I walked to the couch. I put a little more wiggle in my walk. I locked up and we headed for his car. It was a mint 1969, baby blue GTO. Should I have expected anything less?

“Sweet car, Paul.”

He held my door open for me and even closed it when I got in. What a gentleman!

He got in and started her up. She purred like a tiger and I think I got wet.

“This is my baby. My grandfather left her to me when he died. I’ve done a lot of work on her.”

“Breathtaking.”

“A fan, I take it?” he asked.

“My dad is a mechanic. I’ve been around many rust buckets and classics…So, where are we going?”

“I know a little place,” he said and gave me a thousand-watt smile.

“I’m all yours then.”

We hummed along downtown to a nice little Italian restaurant with an outdoor patio. It smelled wonderful and our table was perfect. Little candles and a checkered cloth. It was a breezy and warm. The food was excellent and so was the conversation. Paul is funny, warm, witty and so fucking hot. We shared a bottle of wine that went right to my head.

Neither one of us wanted to go home so we opted for dancing. He told me there was a salsa club downtown and it sounded like fun. I was game for anything this guy had to offer. The music was hopping when we got there and there was a line to get in. We chatted and swayed to the music while we waited. I was standing in front of him and he pressed himself into me and moved from side to side. I could feel his chest on my back and this bolt of electricity shot through me. My neck got warm and my nipples so hard they hurt. We only had to wait a few minutes in line, but I could have stood there forever. The club was dark and sultry. The music was kicking; the dance floor was packed. Paul got us some marguaritas and we found the only available spot at the bar. He let me drink two sips before leading me out onto the floor. He pulled me very close and placed his hands on my hips. I felt the hardness of his body and I lost myself in the dancing. Everyone around us seemed to be making love standing up. It was so sensual. We changed partners a few times but never took our eyes off one another. We found ourselves back together, swaying and taken away with the music. After three songs we went back to the bar and ordered water. He whispered something in my ear but I couldn’t hear him so I leaned in closer.

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to do all night,” he said.

He didn’t even give me a chance to ask what it was. He pulled my chin up, cupped my face with his hands and brushed his lips against mine. My stomach did flips as I slowly let him into my mouth. Our tongues touched slightly and he pulled me closer. I opened wider and the kiss went from sweet to passionate. His cock was hard against my thigh as I leaned into him. My pussy started to throb and pulse; I knew I was soaking wet. His lips left my mouth and trailed down my neck and back up to my ear. Shivers ran down my spine. Then he was kissing me again, much harder this time. I pulled away and looked around. I saw the sign for the bathrooms and grabbed him by the hand and led him there. I pushed into the ladies room - thank God nobody was in there. The door shut behind us and I turned around to face him. He rushed me and pushed me up against the wall, kissing me and cupping my tits. His hands were under my skirt and his fingers sliding into my wet pussy. He was rock hard and I reached for his zipper. I wanted to feel it in my hand, feel it inside me. I had to have him right there. Suddenly he pulled away.

“Amiee, I don’t want to do this.”

“Huh?” I managed to say.

“I don’t want to just fuck you in some bathroom.”

I didn’t know what to think about that. I’ve never had someone stop before. I certainly wanted to fuck him right here in the bathroom.

“Okay,” I said.

“I like you, Amiee and I don’t want…I don’t know.”

I walked up to him and kissed him, took his hand and led him out the door. We didn’t say another word about it and danced for two more hours. It was hot and I think both of us remained wet and hard the entire time, but we didn’t venture back to the bathroom. When he took me home, I didn’t invite him in. He did walk me to the door, though, and gave me the best goodnight kiss I’ve ever had. Paul left in his gorgous car and I went in to take a cold shower. It didn’t help and it only took me two seconds to come in bed before I fell asleep. For the first time in two weeks I dreamed about someone else…

April 29, 2006

I haven’t seen much of Mr. Sexy since the episode in his office. I think maybe he’s avoiding me. So, last night I decided to go out with some girls from work to a local bar down the block from the office. Two of the girls are married and they didn’t stay long. The ones that stayed are a little more on the wild side and I found hanging with them a lot of fun. The bar started to get packed around eleven. I was walking back from the bathroom when a tall, gorgeous stud caught my eye. Curly black hair, wide shoulders, beautiful smile and killer ass. He was laughing and drinking with some friends at the bar right by our table. I had to walk right next to him and when I walked by, someone got a little too close and I accidently bumped into Stud and spilled his beer all over him.

“God, I am so sorry!” I said.

I grabbed a napkin off the bar and started to wipe him off.

“It’s okay, really.”

“Let me buy you another one,” I offered.

I got the attention of the bartender and order him another beer. I felt awful because he had this huge wet spot on his shirt and his crotch.

I fished around my purse and came out with my business card.

“I am so sorry. Please let me pay for the dry cleaning.”

“It’s not a big deal,” he looked down at my card, “Amiee.”

“Please call me if you change your mind. Again, I am sorry.”

As I walked away I could hear his buddies giving him shit. I cringed. The girls had seen the whole thing and were giggling when I sat down.

“Good job, Amiee,” Samantha said. She’s a gorgeous redhead that works in the promotions department.

“What do you mean? It was an accident.”

“Ha,” said Caroline. Caroline is the cute girl that sits at the desk across from mine. She’s married, but her hubby travels a lot for business. “Sure it was.”

“Seriously. Some idiot almost ran me over and I bumped into him,” I defended myself.

“Well, at least you picked a nice one to bump into. He’s fine.”

I looked over at him. Yeah, fine will do.

We drank for about another hour and decided to head home. I’d lost track of Stud in the crowd and wrote him off. Caroline and I shared a cab uptown and Sam drove off on her own.

It was late when I got home and I went right to bed. I woke to the phone ringing. Who the hell is calling me at this hour? I glanced at the clock and realized it noon. I felt like I’d just closed my eyes. I fumbled for the phone and knocked it to the floor. I managed to grab it and mumbled a hello.

“Hi. Is this Amiee?” a sexy male voice asked.

“Uh huh.”

“This is Paul. You know from last night?”

Paul? Who the hell is Paul?

“You spilled my beer on me. I’m sorry if I woke you. I can call back later.”

I sat straight up and tried to sound normal. I forgot that my home number was on the card too.

“No, it’s okay, I’m up.”

“You said last night to give you a call if I changed my mind.”

“I’m sorry about your clothes. I hope they aren’t ruined. If you want to take them to my dry cleaners, I’ll have them send me the bill.”

“Well, beer smell can be hard to get out on your own, but I’d like to drop them off to you.”

“Um, okay. My office address is right on the card,” I said.

“I was thinking I could drop them off to you tonight.”

“Tonight?” I said.

I don’t mind paying for his dry cleaning, but…come on! It was beer for Christ’s sake and it wasn’t even my fault!

“I was actually hoping you’d let me take you to dinner.”

Huh?

“Dinner?”

“I’m sorry, that was stupid of me. I’m sure you already have plans.”

“Um, no…I mean yes, I just have plans with a girlfriend.” LIAR! “But I can see her another time.”

“Great, how does six sound?”

“Sounds good, Paul.” I gave him my address. “See you then.”

I hung up the phone and laid back down. Maybe I’ll be spilling beer on people more often

 

 

 

 Not too much happened at work today. Just typical pencil pushing. Mr. Sexy was out of the office for most of the day. I was stuck looking at my neighbor across the way, which was cool because she’s kinda hot. Nice thick, brown hair with round perky tits…anyway, I’m pretty sure she’s straight. Oh well. So about my weekend…

My best friend, Crystal, flew in from Chicago and we decided to go clubbing. Now this chick is totally hot and turns heads everywhere she goes. She’s tall and blonde, with a rockin’ bod. We wanted to look good so we got dressed up. I wore a little black skirt with thigh-high boots and a see through top. Crystal wore a little pink skirt with white garters and stockings and white stilettos, shimmery half shirt. We get to this club, sorry can’t remember the name, and we order some drinks. After downing that we hit the dance floor. The place was packed and we shimmied to the middle of the floor and starting moving to the music. We danced with some guys who thought they could score and we also danced with each other. That was the hottest part: Crystal would push her little ass up to me and grind it while I ran my hands up and down her tits, up under her skirt to her wet pussy. So nice! She wasn’t wearing any panties and I could easily slide my fingers right into her. Guys were watching us from all over the dance floor. Eventually we had a few guys bumping and grinding and feeling us up all over. This one guy was amazing and he knew exactly what to do with his fingers. I could tell Crystal liked him too, so we led him out the door to a taxi and took him back to my place. Since I’m submissive, Crystal made me tie him up and told me what to do with him. He came three times before she let me untie him. Then he had his way with both of us. They both tasted and felt yummy :)     It was a very long, wonderful night! We didn’t exchange numbers with him and kicked him out at noon the next day. Crystal left last night and I slept like a baby!

God, my boss is hot! He wore a three piece suit today. It was charcoal gray with a baby blue shirt…WOW! The shirt brought his eyes out even more and I couldn’t help but stare at him for most of the day. We had this meeting tonight and since I’m new, he asked me to stay for it. Watching him in action, as he’s trying to work numbers and accounts, was such a turn on. He’s so sure of himself; such confidence! I wanted to lay on the table and let him have his way with me right then and there. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as the meeting progressed. When he took off his jacket to get a little more comfortable I got to see the definition of his chest…VERY nice. I thought I would cum instantly! Can you imagine, wanting to cum from watching someone take his jacket off??

The biggest thrill of the night was when he called me into his office after the meeting. I had to look over his shoulder to proof some numbers and I was inches from his neck and ear. Yummy! It took everything I had to not nibble :(   One of the papers I had to look at was all the way to his left side and I had to reach over to pull it closer and I accidentally (yeah right!) brushed my left breast against his arm. I never wear a bra and my nipple was hard and when it brushed him he tensed just a little. I didn’t bother to apologize and leaned in a little closer. I could hear his breathing increase and he half smiled to himself. I told him the numbers looked good and said I had to run. Out the door I went! I know I left him with a hard cock under his desk… Such a tease

Well, today I started my new job in Atlanta.  I just moved here last week. I also met my supervisor for the first time. He didn’t get a chance to interview me and I must say - he’s gorgeous! I had a hard time keeping my thoughts on work. He’s tall and lean, with dark hair and beautiful blue eyes. The kind of eyes that just stare through you. I know he’s married to this little fluff cuz he keeps her picture on his desk. But, some of the girls tell me he has straying eyes. He descreetly checked out my legs when I crossed them sitting at his desk and I could tell he was pleased. Maybe he’ll stray my way…