Madame B - Ecstasy

Relishing my cruelty, I sped the balls up so that they were clicking once every second. Now masturbating so quickly that his hand was almost a blur, he was clearly having trouble staving off his orgasm. I could have given the word, but I didn't want to. Watching his cock darken and quiver and his face tremble was too thrilling. His blue eyes were brimming with tears, and his square jaw tensed with the effort.

I knew he would come whether I let him or not. "You pathetic little slut," I said, and that was all it took. The horror on his face as he hit the point of no return without the permission to climax gave me a rush of power that suffused my whole body. For a few seconds every single muscle in his muscle-toned physique tensed. Then his cock gave one tremendous jolt, his balls leaped up, and he shot a sliver of white, pearly liquid onto the beautifully polished surface of his glass table. It missed me by centimeters.

"Another rule broken," I said, examining my nails. "You're really not very good at this, are you? Lick it off."

Hugh looked incredulous, and for one moment I thought that he was going to challenge me, refuse to do what I told him.

"Lick it off!" I snarled, and, as he lapped at the liquid like a cat, "You've let me down. I hope that tomorrow night you put in a more satisfactory performance."

Hugh looked up from the smeared glass desktop, but I was already on my way out. I stood up from his leather chair, smoothed my clothes against the length of my body-for my benefit as much as his-and left him kneeling by the side of his desk, body glistening with sweat, and traces of his own semen still on his lips. I had not laid a finger on him or removed a stitch of clothing. I collected my bag and coat from my desk and made for the exit.

Once in the mirrored elevator, I had to get myself off. I was so horny I didn't even need to use my hands. Instead, I crossed my legs and rocked back and forth using the motion of my body and the faint vibration of the elevator to bring myself to a swift, efficient orgasm. As the first wave of ecstasy swept over me, my vision blurred. When I regained my composure eight seconds later, I was pleased to see that apart from a flush on my cheeks and slightly swollen lips, not a hair was out of place. No one would have guessed what I'd just been up to. The cool city air brought me to my senses, which were reeling at my own daring.

Staff members were not allowed to e-mail Hugh directly; all requests, no matter how trivial, had to be sent through Lois. So at six-thirty I sent a message straight to Hugh's inbox.

"I want to see you naked when I come into your office at seven p.m."

His reply was immediate: "Mistress, I don't want to displease you, but I will be on a conference call with our New York office at that time."

My reply: "Not my problem. Furthermore it is very foolish of you to question my authority. You will be naked at seven p.m. this evening, and you will receive further punishment for your insolence."

I arrived at his office at one minute to seven, equipped with a roll of strong packaging tape from the storeroom. Hugh was naked, clothes neatly folded, no light except for one lamp and the glow of his computer. In my guise as dominatrix, I had to suppress my admiration for his firm, golden body. He held the receiver to his ear, curly cord cutting across his torso like a rope. I thought of what he'd look like tied up and utterly at my mercy, which created a surprisingly strong sensation between my legs.

He was discussing share prices over the telephone. I didn't listen to the details. I walked up behind him and looked down at his lap. His dick was easily as hard as it had been yesterday. I pulled the chair out from under him, wrapping an arm around his waist at the same time, forcing his head down so that he was bent double over his desk. It was the first time we had touched. His firm stomach with its fine line of hair under my fingertips was warm and yielded to my touch.

Taking the roll of tape, I wound it around his ankles, binding him to his leather chair. Hugh carried on with his call, his words punctuated by gasps and grunts. I wondered what his New York colleague was making of this sudden change of tone. I took the long telephone cord and wrapped it around the base of his erection and balls, creating a makeshift cock-ring. I pulled it tight. Hugh's voice wavered, and he tried to wrap up the phone call. "I'm sure this is something we can finish tomorrow," he said, but a tinny voice on the other end of the line continued.

I looked at Hugh's cock. Bound at the base, it grew bigger and darker with every passing second. Still he stayed on the phone. I put my finger in my mouth, using my saliva to moisten it and then slid it up his ass, pressing forward where I knew it would give him the most pleasure. This was more than he could take. Hugh whimpered an excuse into the phone and then hung up. Quick as a flash, I pulled his wrists together behind his back, binding his hands to the arms of his chair. I pulled the cord a little tighter and slid my finger a little farther up his ass. He was utterly helpless, a fact that turned both of us on more than either cared to admit.

"Keep your face down," I said, not because I wanted to hide his face, but because I didn't want him to see the way I was rubbing the phone cord between my own legs desperate to get an orgasm out of the way so I could concentrate on the serious business of delaying his. The silk trouser suit I wore was as thin as gossamer, and I'd gone without panties, so that the tight coils of the phone cord moving rapidly over my clit were as efficient as any commercial sex toy. If I didn't check my own lust I would lose all control of the situation. I knew that Hugh wouldn't be able to climax until I removed the cord from around the base of his cock. I unwound it in one swift movement, whipping my finger out of his ass at the same time. This double stimulation made him come violently, spilling spunk all over the papers on his desk. He was so lost in his own climax that he didn't notice the shudder that overtook my own body. I felt a drop of liquid seep out of my pussy and hoped that it didn't stain my trousers and undermine the authority I wielded over Hugh.

He collapsed back into his chair, tied up at the wrists and ankles, a helpless, pathetic man far removed from the bullying boss he was by day. His shrinking cock continued to dribble spunk all over his stomach and thighs. I longed to lick it off, but instead I walked toward him and placed a length of tape over his mouth. His eyes widened. He was under the impression that the game was coming to an end, but as far as I was concerned it was only just reaching its climax.

"That," I said, turning on my heel, "is your real punishment. Something to teach you not to treat everyone in this office like shit. You'll stay there until the morning." And I left without a backward glance.

The next day, we all arrived at work to find an e-mail stating that Hugh had parted from the company with immediate effect and would not be returning. I still don't know if he had been found and by whom or if he had gotten away. It's a shame I can't take credit for his departure without revealing my secret.

I discovered from a contact that he's already in another post at an office just a few blocks away. I also hear he's back to his old bullying ways. I might swing by tonight on my way home. After all, no one gets away from me that easily. I think that man needs someone like me to show him who's really the boss.

I'm hearing more and more confessions like this one: Couples who have everything money can buy seeking new and unusual thrills together.

This exhibitionist wife gave her husband an anniversary gift that neither he nor she will ever forget… nor will the couple with whom they shared the experience. And hopefully, neither will you. Steve slid the tabloid newspaper under my nose, waving it around so I couldn't fail to see the headline. It was Sunday morning, and wading through the papers was part of our weekend routine, along with a pot of fresh coffee, smoked salmon and scrambled eggs, and a long, lazy afternoon in bed, where we spent hours exploring and pleasuring each other.