Stepping into the room, which is still steamy from my earlier visit, I start to unbutton my blouse, but I can't be bothered and simply lift it over my head. For a moment, my vision is blocked as the blouse goes over my face, then, as I can see again, I realise that he is in the room with me. I startle, and he grins. "Don't mind if I watch, do you?"I shake my head dumbly.He nods in satisfaction. "I might decide to help, but let's see how it goes." His grin drops to a half-smile and he tilts his head in that expression of his that I am coming to recognise. "Take your bra off, Elizabeth. Slowly. And turn to face me. I want to see you properly."Turning to face him fully, I unclip my black and lacy bra, then slide it slowly down my stomach, before letting it drop to the floor. Then I start to unzip my skirt."No," he says. "Not yet. Fondle your breasts, Elizabeth. Caress them. Play with your nipples."He wants me to perform for him? I hesitate."I'm waiting."I cup my breas
The shower is blissful, and I alternate with hot and cold jets, spraying the water over my breasts and stomach. My pulse is slowing and my breathing is returning to normal. The shampoo and the soap are wonderful, expensively perfumed, and I inhale deeply through the steam. Stepping out, the towels are huge and fluffy. Only the best in this suite.Although I have been told to leave my skirt, I do not quite like to step naked into the room. I shake my head. Shy? I have just allowed a man I only met for the first time two hours ago, to tongue-fuck me to orgasm, and now I'm bashful about it?I dry my hair so that it falls long and loose around my tiny waist, and then step into the lounge wearing a white bathrobe.He looks up from where he is pouring champagne into two glasses. "Ah, there you are. I thought I might have to come looking for you."I suddenly feel awkward again. "My hair takes a long time to dry."Now, looking at me admiringly, he comes up close, lifting my long t
As I try to digest what this means, he pushes me forward to the bed. I think he wants me to get onto the bed, but he stops me, and turning me to face him, he starts to untie the belt of the robe I am wearing."I'm not—" He stops me speaking, putting a finger to my lips."Shhh ..." he says, very quietly, looking me in the eyes. "I am your Master now, and I have not permitted you to speak. Do you understand?"I nod my head."Good. For now, the only things you may say are either to ask for more or to ask me to stop. But if you do ask me to stop, everything stops, and you will be going home. I will tell you what to do, and you will obey, or you will go home. Do you understand?"I nod again, and he smiles in satisfaction. "Good. Now, take off the robe, Elizabeth. I want to look at you."I shrug the robe from my shoulders, standing naked for him. He looks me over very carefully, his gaze examining me— my breasts, my waist, my sex. He starts to circle me. Involuntarily, I start
Quivering and trembling, I hear him speak again. "Just to remind you, Elizabeth, you can tell me to stop at any time, but if you do, everything stops, and you go home. Say yes if you understand.""Yes."I am almost palpitating now to have my Master inside me. His penis pushes against my pussy lips and I move my hips to accommodate his huge erection, tilting myself for easy access. The vibe was a poor substitute for what I truly want. I pulse with arousal, frantic now to have that cock, to swallow it within, to take it as far as it will go, balls-deep into me. Once, twice, it pushes against me, easing me open, slippery and wet. My pussy muscles jump in reflex, tightening around my Master, as he hesitates on the brink, not yet penetrating, not yet filling me as I want."What do you want, Elizabeth? You may speak."I don't hesitate. "Fuck me. Please, fuck me."His penis eases against my pussy and my muscles twitch. I lean back as far as I can, to take it, but again, he pulls awa
"What do you think?" Those blue, blue eyes stare into mine. At some level, I feel that I should be outraged. This man, who I only met earlier today, is offering me a position as his personal ... what? Concubine? Mistress? Whore? Call girl?But it doesn't feel like that. I like him. And he seems to like me. And if I could concentrate on my studies instead of cleaning up rooms after some jerk has had too much booze and thrown up ...He is still silent, gazing steadily into my face.I make up my mind. "When do I start?"He nods and smiles, then looks at me and says, "When do I start, Master?"Yes, of course. I cast my eyes down. "When do I start, Master?""Right now," he says cheerfully, but then pauses. "Outside this apartment, a simple Sir will be sufficient I think.""Yes, Master. And what would you like me to do, Master? Right now?""I assume you can type? Yes? There's a computer and printer in the office through there." He points at another door. "You can start by wr
Arriving at the Haswell Corporation office building, all steel and plate glass, I hand over the letter at the reception. The receptionist checks my name against a day book and directs me to the tenth floor, where I find a second reception desk, with a pleasant-looking woman sitting behind it.Again, I hold out the letter. "Hello, my name is Elizabeth Kimberley. I was told to report here."The woman smiles. "Ah, yes, Miss Kimberley. Mr Haswell is expecting you. I'll tell him you're here."She buzzes through on an intercom. "Mr Haswell, Elizabeth Kimberley for you.""Thank you, Francis," replies the voice I came to know so well yesterday, under such unusual circumstances. "I'll just be five minutes. Please ask her to take a seat."Francis points me to a row of low chairs, and gesturing to a coffee thermos on a low table, she says, "Make yourself comfortable, Miss Kimberley. Do help yourself to some coffee." But I am feeling too nervous already to want more coffee now.After a
I am feeling more reassured. "So, what happens now?""Francis will take you to HR. They'll take you through the usual formalities, and then we'll put you through the usual intern routine. You will spend time in every department of the company: finance, procurement, marketing, everything. You will see the whole machine, and we can find out how much you already know and see where you can fit in best."He leans back in his seat, holding me with his eyes. "Now, about your other duties—when you finish here for the day, you will go home and put on the clothes you will find waiting for you. Wear your hair up, as you have it now. I expect to see you in my suite at eight o'clock. Any questions?""Um, I'm not sure what to call you."He laughs. "Here, I am Mr Haswell. When I take you out to dinner, I am Richard. In my apartment, you will call me Master. Understood?""Yes, Mr Haswell.""Finish your coffee." He buzzes the intercom again. "Francis, can you take Elizabeth to HR please?"
I knock on the door and Richard Haswell, billionaire owner of one of the largest corporations in the world, my Master, opens the suite door, inviting me in with an outstretched arm. Inside, he takes my coat, slipping it from my shoulders, and hanging it carefully in a closet. Dressed casually again, he wears a loose white linen shirt and tight black jeans.He leans in to kiss me, looking closely at my face. "Are you all right, Elizabeth? You seem upset."I nod, not wanting to discuss what has just happened. "I'm fine. It's nothing." He holds my gaze, clearly not believing me, but then changes the subject. "Have you eaten? Are you hungry?""Err, yes, I'm hungry. Actually, I didn't eat," I say. Then flushing, I add, "I was excited by all the lovely things you sent. Thank you."Richard smiles, nodding in acknowledgement. "You're welcome, Elizabeth, and I see you have used them well. Come over here into the light. I want to see you." Richard leads me to stand by the window, t