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written by:
Fandango

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After the agency called on Friday afternoon to fill me in with the details for my new job on Monday I thought ‘at last, work'! No matter what happens I really need to keep this job, I was so broke.

I had been out of work for over five months and was desperately feeling the pinch. I was behind in my car payments, my rent, in fact anything that cost money I was behind on, and so this job was so going to save me from the worst possible time I had ever known. I had even lost touch with my friends, I had never known things to be so bad.

During the last 12 months I have been made redundant from a career job after 15 years, and my wife left me for some trumped-up chav 10 years her junior with a 30k a year sales job and who just happens to own a black 3 litre triumph Stag, all done up and gleaming like it just came off the production line. She'd also come off better than me with the house. She was still living in it, and with ‘him' and I'd still not received a penny off her for my half hence me renting a private flat of which I'm currently being threatened with eviction. I was quite literally on the breadline.

So when this job offer came I thought I really needed to make an impression and basically do ‘anything' to keep it!

Although the job itself was only data inputting with a few extra office duties incorporated, it was enough to get me back on track. I was 36 years old and still young enough to make something of myself so I borrowed some money off Mum for a new shirt & trousers and set off to work on Monday morning thinking ‘right' it all begins now.

The first couple of hours went by uneventfully, I was shown roughly what to do and pretty much left to get on with it. I had an office of my own with a window to look out of and as much tea & coffee I could drink. My line manager was really nice and within a couple of hours I felt like I'd been there for months. Now and again a head would pop around the door and ask if I was okay, or would I like a coffee? I thought to myself yes, I could really get used to this place, dare I wear a smile? There were even several pretty girls in the two or three offices next to me that had caught my eye. By lunchtime I was feeling pretty confident and enjoying my first day back at work.

But then just when you think all is well, something always rears it's ugly little head to stop you getting too complacent. Every couple of hours or so I had to fetch a big heap of paperwork from the main office. The lady from whom I would fetch my work was called Sophie, a tall, dark, slim woman with long dark hair of around 40-ish who at first glance I thought dress her up in Indian clothes and she's be the double of Pocahontas! My first introductions gave me an instant disliking of her. She came across as quite aloof to the point of being almost arrogant. She would look down her nose at me as I asked for work and would just nod at the pile on the edge of her desk. I immediately felt intimidated by her but thought as I only had to go into her once every two hours or so I could put up with her being rude, I wasn't going to let that bother me. But as I walked away from her desk my arms loaded with heaps of paperwork, I could feel her eyes watching me and I knew she was thinking how beneath me she thought I was. Such was my first day.

A week went by and I was getting to know one or two people now, which helped to make me feel at home. But always Sophie would have that aire about her that made me feel nervous, inferior. Whenever I would walk up to her desk to ask for work she would just simply nod at the pile and carry on, never once looking at me or speaking to me. By the end of the first month I was beginning to notice the other girls too, working at the desks around Sophie seemingly making a point to watch me as I approached her desk, as if they were eyeing me up but in a negative way, almost as if they were making fun of me. I felt uncomfortable and very self conscious, it was the only part of my life at work which bothered me.

Then one morning around 11.30am I was typing away at my PC when I noticed the shadow of someone come past by my door, it was Sophie. She strode slowly past, her long skirt swishing around her long legs, it was almost as if she had walking passed in slow motion - and that was when I saw. Her head tilted, she glanced at me ever so slightly and just enough to give me that look of contempt. I remember thinking ‘what have I done to deserve such treatment‘? In the end I put it down to the fact that she just didn't like me and that no matter how much I smiled and was pleasant she was one person who simply didn't care to share the same air with me. I remember thinking to myself that no matter where you work there is always someone who will go out of their way to make you feel uncomfortable or worse, and working here, it was Sophie!

My life was slowly but surely getting back on track. After I picked up my first months pay I breathed a sigh of relief, my boss was pleased with my progress and for the first time in months I had some money in my pocket, but I was still aware of where I had come from and the predicament I was in a month or so earlier so I decided not to go wild. Instead I very boringly put some money aside, paid back my Mum the money I had borrowed from her and had a couple of weekends at home with a bottle of wine and a movie.

Then one Wednesday afternoon my life changed.

It hit me like a bolt, and it was the last thing I had expected to happen. At about 3.30pm that familiar dark shadow approached my open door, Sophie! But instead of her wafting by with her nose in the air she stopped. I could clearly see her in the corner of my eye as she stood there in the doorway. I kept tapping away at the keys on my keypad. What on earth does she want, I thought, had I done something wrong? Oh God, my first telling off, and by her too! I gritted my teeth waiting for her to say something. "You!" she barked, in a manner which dictated distain, I looked up. She didn't even ask me to go with her she just gave a flick of the head, then with a waft of her long skirt she carried on down the hallway. I thought ‘Am I supposed to follow, what do I do?' So I got up and peered around the corner to watch her as she made her way down the hallway. ‘Oh shit, I'd better go after her and see what she wants'. So I followed after her like some kind of whooped lap-dog, all the time wondering what it was that I had done wrong? She led me down several corridors to an empty office at the other side of the building.

By the time I caught her up she was leaning against a large desk with her arms folded, like some old school ma'am waiting for a naughty pupil. I thought ‘Jesus', I'm in for a caning here! As normal she looked down her nose at me. Then she actually spoke to me, albeit in a domineering fashion. "Close the door!" I did as I was asked. For a moment Sophie just stood there looking at me, I was thinking come on you stroppy bitch, just get it over with so I can go back to the safety of my desk! She then stood away from the desk and took a couple of slow paces up and down, arms still folded and looking at me, like a Sergeant inspecting a soldier on parade. If Santa Claus himself and all his elves had then walked in singing ‘White Christmas' I would have not been more surprised by what happened next.

Sophie leaned back against the desk and slowly lifted the long skirt up all the way to the tops of her thighs. My eyes very nearly popped out of my head and my jaw must have noticeably dropped. Immediately I was drawn to the black of her little satin panties and the red lace of her suspenders. She drew her right leg up and placed her foot on the chair next to the desk, her legs apart and her crotch in full view. She looked down at herself and began to trace the crease of her pussy through the satin material with her index finger.

‘You know what this is, right?'

Oh shit, no! What do I do? I really need this job, I don't want to lose it, to lose the only good thing I've had in months. I was scared. I didn't want to risk everything for this, 'Jesus' I don't even like her, Hell, I'm scared of her! She looked up at me.

'Eat!' She commanded!

For what seemed like a lifetime I stood there looking at this very striking woman holding up the front of her skirt showing off her very long slim legs and what looked like very expensive underwear, not knowing what to do. The look on her face was stern as she waited for me to ‘attend' to her request. She was losing patience. ‘Do you want me to slap you? Get your pathetic little carcass over here now and do as you're told!'

Oh Christ, what do I do? If I told her no, defied her, I know she would get me fired or at the very least make my life here Hell. She was a manager and was well thought of by the company, I can't risk losing my new job. But I don't like her, she makes me nervous and she is the last woman I would ever think of in this way.

That was it, I had kept her waiting long enough and she did not like it in the slightest. I saw malice in her eyes. She took her black satin panties and pulled them to one side, not quite showing what was underneath, then with her middle finger she pushed up inside herself and out again. She let her skirt drop and she walked over to me, I took a step back not knowing what to expect. She reached out and took my face in her hand, it hurt. She forced the finger into my mouth. Instantly I could taste her. She waggled it about for a second or two then withdrew it, then she let go of my face and just looked at me. There was a moment of silence as her piercing eyes looked into mine. Then ‘whack!' She slapped me so hard across the face that it took me quite by surprise and the pain, Jesus it's been a while since I felt that sort of pain, it really stung, the right side of my face must have been glowing bright red, she hit me so hard.

‘If I had wanted to stand here and finger fuck myself would I have asked you along to witness the event?' This lady was not happy, and I was a very worried man.

She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back over to the desk. ‘On your knee's you worthless little shit! How dare you defy me.' I dropped to the floor. She lifted my face up once more, I winced not knowing if she was going to hit me again. I felt so defenceless which is ridiculous, I'm a man for God's sake, I could over power her... but I couldn't, I wouldn't dare. She leaned in very close to me and looked me straight in the eye. 'If you want to carry on working here I suggest you start to understand that when I tell you to do something you don't stand there like some fucking retard waiting for a bus, you jump to and attend to it, do I make myself clear? The sooner you understand that the better this situation will become now pull my pretty little panties to the side and, eat-my-pussy!' She commanded through gritted teeth.

She let go of me leaned back and lifted her skirt back up over her thigh's once again revealing a slightly raised mound of flesh hidden underneath the soft material of her black satin panties. I swallowed hard, my mouth was dry. I really didn't want to do this, but I felt my job and general state of mind were threatened if I didn't at least make an attempt. My gaze left her eyes and lowered down towards her opened legs. ‘What if somebody comes in?' I remarked, ‘Let me worry about that, now if I have to ask you again I'll make it known what a disobedient little bitch you are. Now put your disgusting little mouth against my beautiful flower and eat!'

There was no way I could see to get out of the situation, I leaned forward and placed my hands on the inside of her thigh's. Lifting the suspender belt on either side I slid each hand under and through. As soon as my hands touched her skin I felt her immediately tense up, then sigh, a deep groan. Her skin felt very soft, she squirmed forward to meet me. ‘They tie at the side, so it won't be hard even for an imbecile like you to remove them!"

I leaned further forward and placed my opened mouth against the satin material of her panties. Breathing warm air into her crotch my lips felt the springy texture of her pubic hair underneath the material and I could smell her, the aroma of her aroused vagina was quite unmistakable. I began to kiss her through the material. At first I felt quite sick, I felt violated and so subservient to her. But after a few minutes of kissing her fleshy mound through the silk my repulsion subsided, and in that moment I felt I was there primarily just to serve her. I had never known any girl or woman to be this forthcoming, she was grinding her vagina into my face, using me like some cheap tool. She tilted her head down to look at me.

‘Take the fucking things off and face fuck me bitch!'

I really didn't like the way she spoke to me but I felt I had no where to go. I reached up to the sides of her thigh's revealing the fullness of the soft white flesh, all the while massaging her crotch with my mouth, French kissing her pussy through the satin material. My fingers found the ends of the ties and I gently pulled them apart until...

The soft satin material fell away from her crotch to reveal her dark bristly haired pussy, moistened with lubrication, her pink lips showing through the hair. I put my opened mouth to her now naked lips and continued with my French kissing, slowly at first, not knowing how far I was expected to go. But then an urge in me took over, an instinct of what our most natural reason for being is and I found myself pushing my tongue deep within the folds of her wet and very accessible pussy. I brought up my hand and placed it at the entrance of her lips, gently caressing her clitoris with my fingers, the moisture from within coating them as they found their way inside her with ease, all the while my mouth massaging the outside. She placed a hand behind my head and encouraged me on. Two fingers plunged inside her and she let out a deep moan, all the time grinding her clitoris into my face harder and harder. I sucked on her, running my tongue over it with ever increasing speed. I flicked at it and then dropping onto it I sucked it hard between my lips. She groaned louder, deeper.

‘I‘m quite wet enough, put two more fingers inside me, and don't make me ask twice or I'll give you another fucking slapping, you worthless cunt!'

Her harshness stunned me, yet I did as she asked. I was now masturbating her quite hard, having four fingers inside her and my mouth still slobbering in and around her now swollen mound. She took a hold of my hair and started to ram my face into her open and very wet crotch. Then she started to cum.

She wrapped her legs around my neck and grabbed my head with both hands. She clenched her legs together and for a moment I felt like I couldn't breath. She rode my face for all she was worth, writhing and pushing herself into me, groaning louder and louder until I was sure someone would have heard something? Then I felt it. A warm trickle of fluid began to seep out of her and drench my face. Her cum ran all over and into my mouth and over my chin, my nose was wet with it and even my cheeks were coated, she fucked my face for all she was worth.

Her hand reached down and she began to masturbate her own pussy amidst my still open mouthed kissing, reaching inside and then forcing me to suck her cum soaked fingers, shoving them into my mouth almost making me gag. Then she slumped back onto the desk. She was done.

I sat there in front of her for a moment, again quite bemused, not knowing whether to get up and leave or wait to be excused.

After the last throws of orgasm had left her, she sat up and caught her breath. She casually pulled the ties of her panties together, fastening them up she sat there with her legs quite open. The thing which struck me most was how brazen she was, like some dominant mistress revelling in the knowledge that you were there for her pleasure and hers alone, not yours.

She lowered the folds of her long skirt back over and straightened herself up, within a few seconds no one would have known anything had taken place, except for the redness on the side of my cheek, and the fact my face was all wet and sticky.

She slid from off the desk and turned her back to me, looking out of the large window she said, ‘In a moment you may go... but remember this, your worthless little life is now mine. You will never, never question my authority, and you will never make me ask twice is that understood? Now take out your pathetic little cock, let me look at it'. She sneered at me.

I was crushed! And after what I had just done for her?

I looked down at the belt around my trousers. I knew she had the upper hand. Reluctantly I began to undo my belt and open my top buttons without once questioning her. I paused only momentarily before reaching into my underpants and taking out a rather, as she put it ‘pathetic little cock'. I felt so intimidated that I couldn't get an erection, no matter what went through my head. I felt so ashamed of myself, I felt so not like a man, more like a dog. Three and a half inches of flaccid penis was hanging out of my trousers. She looked down at it with that look of distain.

'Pathetic little man, masturbate for me!' Once again she folded her arms, waiting for me to perform. That was all she needed to do to insure I didn't get an erection. I looked down at my lifeless piece of flesh and took it into my hand and began to masturbate in front of her. I felt like crying, my so called ‘manhood' had forsaken me.

I looked down at the floor as I masturbated myself in front of her, knowing she took great pleasure at my discomfort, and all the time my poor little cock never once got to a semi stage. After a few minutes the cum dribbled from my flaccid cock onto the office floor as I had the worst orgasm of my life. Sophie looked at me and sneered.

‘You really are a fucking disgrace! If that was your pathetic attempt to show your appreciation then it was the worst I have ever witnessed'. She looked down and took a sharp hold of my poor wilted cock. Her index finger ran over the end picking up the residue of my cum. She held the finger in front of me and smeared my own cum across my lips, ‘Is that really the best you can do?' I just stood there and took it, never once flinching, I felt so low, felt like such a coward. ‘Now clean yourself up!' And with that she rustled her skirt and marched out of the office.

Later that evening in bed the scenario went through my head a thousand times. What had happened and how on earth had I allowed it to go as far as it did? My mind was awash with the sight of Sophie with her skirt up around her waist. In all the relationships I had ever been involved in not once had I strayed into this sort of territory, but there was something strange about it, something I had never felt before. Everything about what happened was wrong, I knew it was wrong, but at the same time there was an alluring dark side to it. I kept trying to deny it but I just couldn't get these images out of my head, and now I found myself imagining other such scenario's. I felt very confused.

Then I noticed something, I was holding onto my cock, not intentionally, but just in a comfort way. My hand was moving ever so slightly, images of Sophie flashed through my mind, when I realised what I was doing I stopped. I looked down under the duvet, my cock was semi hard, then it hit me, the more I thought about it the more I was getting turned on. I was getting off on my bad experience, and as the sudden realisation hit me my cock grew harder and harder and before I knew it I was in the full throws of self pleasure! I imagined Sophie being a real bitch to me and totally humiliating me and the more I imagined the more my cock throbbed. I threw the duvet off and sat up on the edge of the bed, looking at myself in the mirror I took a hold of my now very hard cock and began to masturbate, talking dirty and demeaning to myself in the way I thought Sophie would. Within a short time I was heading towards an orgasm. With my fist clenched around the swollen helmet I jerked and sent a jet of warm cum out over the bedroom floor.

For a moment I just sat there trying to take it all in, looking at myself in utter disgust. I couldn't believe what I had just done, and with the image of that obnoxious cow in my mind too. What would happen tomorrow? Would the same happen again, why had she chosen me? And where had these new, dark feelings come from?

The following day around mid-morning I had to go and collect work from Sophie's desk, I didn't really relish the thought. The reaction from her was no different than before, she didn't even look at me. I picked up the pile and turned to walk away back to my office when a voice spoke with the same distain as Sophie's. ‘Hey'. I turned to look, it was the girl on the next desk, a red headed girl of around 30. Very smartly dressed but again with that same distasteful look in her eye. 'Yes?' I asked. She paused as I stood waiting, then she just sneered and turned back to her desk to carried on with her work, 'Nothing, you may go'.

I saw her look over to Sophie and smile, not a nice smile either, she knew exactly what had happened yesterday in that office down the hall, Sophie must have told her. I looked at Sophie, nothing, no reaction at all. Then another girl got up from her desk adjacent to the red head. She picked up a memo and brought it to Sophie to be signed, as she leaned over Sophie's desk she looked up at me, then she stood up and whispered in my ear, ‘hungry?' She then smirked and turned back to Sophie. I turned to walk away, I felt totally humiliated, knowing they all knew. I'd only got about 3 steps away when Sophie snapped, ‘You!' I stopped. With my arms still full with papers I turned and walked back to her desk. I had to say something, I had to do something to stand up for myself in front of these three nasty women. But all I found I could muster was, ‘Steven'. ‘What?' she snapped, ‘Steven, my name is Steven'. Sophie dropped what she was doing and placed both hands firmly on the desk. There was a pause, I knew I should have just kept my mouth shut. The girl walked past me and returned to her own desk but not without first tutting as she went by me.

In a calm but malevolent voice Sophie asked, ‘What makes you think I am even remotely interested in your name?' I didn't know what to reply, I just wanted to get out of there. Again there was that pause, it was as if she wanted me to get all flustered in front of the others, to show them her superiority over me, I was worked up, and she could see it. Without even looking at me and with a wag of her index finger she beckoned me to drop my head down to hers so that she may whisper to me.

‘You, can you write?' her words were scathing. ‘Write your mobile telephone number on a piece of paper. I shall instruct you further in what I want. Now go'.

Later that afternoon on one of my work collections I handed Sophie a piece of paper with my number on it but for the remainder of the working day she didn't call and she didn't text. After a few discreet enquiries I learned too the two girls names, the red head was called Deborah and the other was Sandra. They were three of the meanest witches I had ever come across!

Midnight, and I'm lying in bed waiting for my phone to ring or buzz. I can't believe I'm actually wanting this to happen. A day or so before I couldn't stand this woman, now it appears she has some sort of hold over me, where had this come from. I still felt that I didn't like her but at the same time I wanted her to be mean to me, demand something of me. I waited and waited but nothing came.

Several days went by and I still hadn't heard anything, when I went to collect work from her desk she didn't even acknowledge me, it drove me nuts! But I didn't dare speak to her, I knew I'd only get barked at. As the days came and went I began to think of other things again, the urgency of the situation began to subside and I wondered if I should call up one or two of my old friends and make an effort to get back into circulation?

Then my phone beeped. At first I thought nothing of it but when I flipped it open there was a text from a number I didn't know, I opened it. ‘You will be required this coming weekend, further information will be sent to you later'. I felt a lump in my throat and my mouth went dry, I tried to swallow.

All previous thoughts soon disappeared and I was once more caught up in this dark world of abuse. What will she want of me this time, how much am I willing to take? The answers alluded me, at least for the time being. As the afternoon drew on I found myself not being able to concentrate on my work. It was Wednesday, two more days to go before the weekend. Would it be Friday night, Saturday? Where? Will she want me just to go down on her again?

4.30pm on Friday afternoon and my phone buzzed in my pocket, I couldn't have jumped more if I'd have been zapped with a cattle prod! ‘You will come to 183 Merryweather Court at precisely 8.30pm tomorrow evening.' That was it, no other details, no nothing. My heart began to pound in my chest. Merryweather Court, that's quite an affluent address. My mind raced around thinking all sorts of things.

Dressed quite casually I checked my watch, 8.30pm. I pressed the buzzer on the intercom, 183 was indeed a very posh pad. There was a click but no voice. Then I heard the heels of someone on the other side of the door. The door opened and there was who at first glance I could only presume to be the maid, a pretty little thing and although dressed accordingly her uniform was a bit Anne Summers. Then it hit me, that can‘t be the maid, her job couldn't possibly afford her something like a maid, I was puzzled. The woman's eyes looked down, never once looking me in the eye. She beckoned me in and bid me to follow her. There was something very familiar about her that at first glance I couldn't quite place. As she turned to lead me through I was immediately draw to the back of her uniform, she was wearing stockings and high heels but I could hardly take my eyes off her bare bottom! The back of her skirt had been completely removed and she was wasn't wearing any underwear. Her bottom was very peachy, firm and plump and screaming out for attention. What was going to happen tonight?

As she lead me through to the kitchen I could here voices coming from what I presumed to be the main room, it sounded like a dinner party. The maid took me over to the corner where a large table was laid out with glasses and bottles of all kinds of wines and spirits. Then she went to a cupboard and took out a bundle of clothes and handed them to me. ‘You are to put these on, I will be back for you in a moment'. I was a little bewildered, wondering what kind of invitation this was, although once I had unravelled the clothes to look at what I was being asked to wear it suddenly dawned on me.

The clothes, there wasn't really much, consisted of a dickie bow, a pair of trousers and a small mask which looked as though it would only hide the eyes and not much more. It then occurred to me that like the young maid I was here as part of the help. I undressed and put the clothes on, feeling again quite subservient. The maid returned and it was then I realised who she was. At work we have a pool of office girls in the next department, she was one of them. I think her name was Paula?

‘I know you' I said, ‘You work for Derek Johnson in the next department to me, Paula isn't it?' Very demurely her eyes looked up at me and she nervously smiled in recognition, although she didn't speak. She was very pretty. It then occurred to me that I wasn't the only one at Sophie's beckon call. She took out a tray and placed several clean glasses and three bottles of wine on it, two red and one white. ‘You are to follow me and offer mistress Sophie's guests a glass ‘. She gathered the same again and then lead me out along the hall and into the main dining room. I felt quite nervous, not knowing what would greet me.

As we entered the main dining room I immediately saw Sophie, all laid out on a very attractive looking chaise lounge wearing a long flowing black dress, quite elegant. She had long lace gloves very high heels and was drinking from a long tall crystal glass. She cast a glance and then averted her eyes back to were the conversation was. I made my way behind the maid to a long table which was decorated out with delicate candelabras and large plates with all sorts of nibbles. The maid whispered to me, 'Pour the red wine into those glasses, I'll pour the white. She then placed half full wine glasses onto a serving tray and nodded that I should do likewise. We picked up our trays and turned to serve Sophie and her guests.

As I turned tray in hand, I could see there were seven people in the room including Sophie. There were Deborah and Sandra, Sophie's two minions from the office, another quite elegant looking lady called Georgina and three men, Jonathan, Mark and Ethan all of whom were dressed impeccably. Apart from myself and the young maid this little 'get together' seemed innocent enough at first glance. Then I noticed at the far end of the room there was something which looked hidden underneath a large sheet of purple material. I didn't give it much thought at that particular time I just followed the maid and walked over to the guests to offer out the wine.

As Paula, the maid walked over to the men I saw them immediately turn to look at her all making a special effort to look at and inspect her bare bottom. After each taking a glass Jonathan instructed her to turn around, they held out their hands in turn and made sure they had a really good grope. I could see the flesh of her bottom cheeks moving as their hands explored her, all the time she never flinched, she just held onto her tray with her eyes looking down like some sort of slave girl who had come to expect this sort of treatment. As they began to discuss the finer aspects of the girls rear end I noticed Ethan slip a hand in between her legs, Paula instinctively moved her feet apart slightly, giving him access. Her eyes closed, I knew he had his fingers inside her. His hand then withdrew and he held it under the noses of his two friends, they all smiled as each took in her scent and agreed uniformly. I moved towards the ladies.

Sophie with a slight waft of her hand dismissed me, her glass was still half full so I walked over to Deborah, the red head from the office. She looked up at me and smiled, again not kindly, more mischievous. She took a glass from my tray. ‘Are you going to serve me well this evening?' she asked, ‘Of course' I replied, thinking a reply was expected of me. I was instantly taken by surprise by a sharp stinging as something hit me across the buttocks. Sophie had reached out with some sort of riding crop and hit me across my backside, to the amusement of the others. ‘Impertinent, isn't he? Said Deborah, ‘We'll soon have you know your place. You do not speak unless instructed to! Turn around, I want to see your bottom'.

I bit my lip and slowly turned around. Sophie was looking up at me with no expression whatsoever, so cold and unfeeling, something inside me wanted her to show something, but no. Then I felt Deborah's hands reach around and unfasten my trousers, not letting them drop, she just wanted to see the welts on my cheeks which Sophie had just administered. She giggled. 'Sophie darling you're such a naughty girl, you've put a little red line on his bottom'. She giggled again pulling up and re-fastening my trousers, then put her glass to her mouth. Again Sophie gave me a flick of her hand to indicate I should carry on serving. I moved to the other girl from the office, Sandra.

Although she was one of Sophie's friends this one didn't seem as vicious, she had a manner about her that seemed as though she was amused by watching the proceedings but that her comments weren't given in a such scathing way. She took a glass of red wine from my tray and gave me a slight nod as if saying thank you. I moved to carry on to Georgina until... ‘Wait! I haven't quite finished yet'. I turned back, standing still and obedient. What did she want? She was looking under my tray, at my crotch. She seemed to study it quite closely but without touching.

‘Come to think of it I don't think you need those, remove them, now!' She was referring to my trousers, I swallowed nervously. Removing my trousers in front of four women was embarrassing enough but with the three men there too I again felt quite ashamed of myself, knowing full well that mine wasn't the biggest of cocks and under such duress I certainly wouldn't be able to get an erection. My pausing was met again with a stinging crack of Sophie's crop across my buttocks. ‘Do as you're told you impertinent little bitch! How dare you keep her waiting.‘ I placed the tray of drinks on the floor and removed them immediately.

Standing now with no trousers I picked up the tray and awaited my next instruction, to say I felt both vulnerable, stupid and embarrassed is an understatement. I noticed Ethan had at this point opened up the front of Paula's uniform and had her breasts out on full show, again he was met with no resistance. Mark had one of her nipples between his fingers and was rolling it around, it was very prominent, and quite hard. Ethan placed his mouth on her other breast and began to roll the other nipple around with his tongue, slurping occasionally and cupping the flesh with his hand. Jonathan had both of his hands on the cheeks of her bare bottom and seemed from where I was standing to be kissing her arse flesh.

‘I've been told,' said Sandra ‘that you're not quite sure how to use this little thing yet, that you may need instruction?' She then placed her glass into her left hand and with her right hand she reached out and cupped me in between my legs. ‘Open your legs' she demanded. I opened my legs, my feet approximately two feet apart. I felt myself tremble. She reached all the way around up through my legs and traced her fingers from the top of the crack of my bottom back to my pouch. Then she retracted her hand and put her index finger into her mouth and sucked, she paused a moment. Looking directly at my crotch she said, ‘I wonder?' Then she reached out and again slid her finger along the crack of my bottom until she found the opening to my anus, and gently slid her finger inside up to approximately the second knuckle, to the amusement of the Deborah who seemed drawn to what she was doing. She leaned back slightly to check my reaction. I felt myself clench up, I wanted very much to pull away.

I was feeling very uncomfortable stood there in front of these strangers with a young woman's finger up my arse! There were stirrings too with the sensation this finger was giving me. She put the glass down onto a little table at her side and began to rub her other hand up and down my poor cock. She nodded in the affirmative as I became semi erect.

‘Hmm... no, I think there's definitely something going on here!' She looked up at me and gave a coy little smile. With a quick raise of her eyebrows, up & down, she whispered ‘get's ‘em every time'.

Her finger was then removed, to my relief and I was indicated to move on. Sandra stood up and left the room, I presume to wash her hand? As I moved to Georgina I saw that the maid had the full attention of all 3 men. Nothing too intrusive yet but one of them had got his cock out and was rubbing it up and down her thigh, they had definitely warmed to her and it was obvious where all this was going. And I went along with it, without question, although my instincts told me that I was way out of my comfort zone.

I ventured on to a very elegant lady now sat in front of me awaiting her glass, Georgina. She was around forty five, older than the others but no less impeccable in her appearance. Her dress was as long as it was red, a very deep red which complemented her soft blonde hair and what seemed like a real pearl necklace around her slender neck. Her shoes too were red with heels around three inches, I offered her a glass of red wine.

She looked very relaxed in the big cushioned chair, one leg crossed casually over the other, and when she spoke her voice was like silk, very well spoken, one word from her and you'd obey without question. I could see a side of Sophie in her but without the harshness. ‘So Sophie has invited you to come and play with us this evening? So what may I ask, do you think you have let yourself in for?' She reached out and took a glass of wine from my tray. ‘You may answer me, boy'.

Deborah piped up, ‘He is here to do as he is told!' Without turning around to see I could tell she said that through gritted teeth. ‘Let him speak for himself' continued Deborah.

I paused. ‘I am curious' I said, ‘And yet I feel compelled to be here'. Again I felt the sting of Sophie's riding crop on my bare cheek. It sent a jolt of pain up my spine to the back of my neck, the feeling lingered. ‘I think that's enough talking from, you!' I composed myself. Sophie continued, ‘We shall see if you are worthy to stay amongst us'. Georgina smiled, she enjoyed watching me get whipped. It seemed to excite her.

‘As you can imagine we are all very decadent here, and no matter which side of the fence you sit on this little group of ours is here to fulfil each and every whim of the others, but you must know your place‘. She gestated with her hand at the guests, ‘We, do what we want, you...' her eyes looked at both me and the young girl, ‘You, are here for our pleasure and entertainment, and... you are here because you want to be'.

She was right, even though I was hurting from Sophie's crop I was feeling quite excited by the whole atmosphere around me. If I felt at anytime that it was all too much, too strange I was free to walk straight out. These people did not at any time make me feel trapped or in any kind of danger. I knew right there and then I had no intentions of leaving. I had made my mind up I was here for the duration.

‘I am quite at home sucking on a man's cock or being fucked by a woman with a strap-on.‘ said Georgina ‘I enjoy the mouth of a man or woman around my pretty shaven pussy, and I especially enjoy watching somebody getting a little smack every now and then.' She sipped at her wine and set the glass down on the little table at her side. ‘We shall indeed find out if you are worthy'.

Sandra returned to the room, 'Have I missed anything?'

I took the tray of glasses back to the table and awaited my instructions, which didn't take long. I could see that Deborah was getting quite agitated, she kept leaving the conversation the four women were having and looking over at me. The maid at this point had also returned to the large table and was herself waiting for whatever they had in mind, in fact she seemed quite docile by the whole proceedings, I could tell she had had previous experience of this.

Deborah spoke above the conversation. ‘Sophie said that you made her cum! Get over here now and do the same for me, and if you don't I'll make sure you get a fucking sharp slap on your balls! Now, you fucking retard!' she barked. I walked over to her. She lifted a leg over the side of her armchair.

‘Well, lift my skirt!', I took the hem of her skirt and slowly lifted it upwards, the other three women watched intently. With each inch the soft white flesh of her thigh's was revealed more and more until I reached her waist. She was wearing little white panties. ‘Do you like my pretty little white panties? My pretty little pink cunt is on the other side, would you care to see it? Then remove my panties, fuck-face!'

I placed my hands on either side of her hips and took a hold of the material. Slowly, I began to slide them down. She pulled her legs together in order for me to remove them. She relished every inch they dropped, biting on her lower lip in anticipation of what was to come. Once I had slid them over her ankles her legs opened wide giving me and all around full view of her pussy, half shaven and glistening, enough left to see that she was a true red head. ‘Stick your fucking face against my cunt and eat it, fuck-face!' she commanded.

I leant in towards her and breathed warm air onto her pussy lips before I opened up my mouth and gently leaned into her. She was warm and very wet, the instant my mouth reached it's destination she groaned in pleasure, not caring that others were there and were watching the whole show.

One of the men called out, ‘You're so predictable darling, I could have bet a months pay you'll be the first one of us to cum this evening'. With her eyes fixed on what I was doing to her she replied, ‘Why don't you come around and see for yourself, why don't you watch him lick me?'

The three men laughed at her suggestion and got up to come around to get a better view. I was very aware at this point that my bare ass was on show for all to see too.

Deborah was squirming her opened pussy into my face and seemed to be enjoying the attention I was giving her. ‘Put your fingers inside me, just two... for now'. I took my right hand off the soft skin of her inner thigh and pulled her lips further apart, again more groaning ‘Oh God, yes'. I gently eased two fingers just inside her, teasing her a little, then I pushed deep inside until I was right up to the knuckles. They squelched as I began to slide them in and out at a nice steady rate, all the time continuing to lick and suck on her clit. Her eyes were now closed and she was concentrating very hard on what I was doing. Groaning all the time and coming out with half murmured curses, calling me her fuck slave and telling me in no uncertain terms that if ever she wanted pleasuring again I was to do it without question or she would ‘Fucking rip my heart out!' What colourful language.

The maid at this point was still stood at the large table but behind me things were getting quite heated up. Mark had leaned over to Georgina and she was sucking on his cock whilst Sandra had her hand in between her legs rubbing her own pussy through the material of her tiny panties.

Deborah now was getting quite worked up and pulling on the back of my head. I knew she wasn't far off coming to orgasm so I slid out my two fingers and replaced them with four. At the insertion of all four fingers into her sopping wet cunt she hit the jackpot and let out a moan the Devil himself would be proud of. Within seconds she was gushing from within. Her pussy and her bottom, my face and my hand were completely soaked as she squirted out her cum, amongst several obscenities. My face was quite wet. Her head dropped to the side and she licked her lips as I pulled my face away from her open wet cunt, her skirt still up around her waist so that everybody might see.

'See I said she'd be the first one to cum' said Jonathan. The others laughed. Deborah smiled, her eyes still closed, she looked like a cat who just got the cream. 'You face fuck quite well, for a low life. That won't be the last you'll taste me, there'll be plenty more, I guarantee you!'

Georgina slurped out Mark's big fat cock and rested it in her hand. She looked to Sophie and nodded at the young maid awaiting instruction. ‘I think it's time we invited the maid to play, don't you?', ‘Wonderful idea. You, wench!' she called, ‘Bring yourself over here now!'

The maid obediently walked over to Sophie and stood awaiting her mistresses' command. Sophie reached out and ran her hands up the back of the maid's legs, 'Now my pretty, how can we entertain ourselves with you?' She began to fondle the maids buttocks. Mark, still with his erect cock out for everybody to see moved over to the purple sheeting. He gave a tug and my eyes opened wide to see it reveal some sort of apparatus which in my mind belonged back in the dungeons of the middle ages. ‘I think we have just the thing' he said. There were two, one looked like a big X with chord ties on the corners and the other was like a barrel shaped apparatus with ropes hanging at the side. You could hear the sigh's in the room as the others turned to see.

Sophie stood up out of her chair and took the maid by the hand, leading her over to the big X. She asked, ‘Do we have anybody who wishes to disrobe this wench?' All the time the maid was silent, her head bowed low and her eyes seeking only the floor, so obedient, so compliant. Sandra who moments ago had been toying with her own pussy stepped forward. ‘I will strip this one!'

She came forward and began by running her hands up and down the maids arms, Sophie stood at her side. The woman flicked at the ties which held the maids costume up over her ample breasts, and with the gesture of what can only be described as ‘Vampiric' she lowered her mouth onto the neck of the maid and opened her mouth, biting and sucking the naked flesh of the maids neck. The maids reaction was one of pure ecstasy as Sandra reached around and cupped her breasts, pulling away the lace and frills which modestly covered her, and virtually ripped it down to reveal two wonderfully well proportions soft white breasts.

Ethan and Mark then stepped forward and started to tug away at the maids clothes, along with Sandra, until the maid was left with only her stockings and high heel shoes on. For all intents and purposes she was now naked and very vulnerable! Amidst giggles and excitement from the group the three then proceeded to tie the young woman to the big X, ankles and wrists.

Everybody then stepped forward, Sophie picked up her crop. Stroking the young maids firm and round buttocks she turned to the others and said, ‘My dear friends, this is what sets us apart from most other... summer evening tea parties.' She then nodded to Ethan, I noticed he had something in his hand although at the time I didn't realise what? Then once he was close to her he knelt down and began to kiss her bottom flesh, running his tongue all over her bottom and up her crack. Then he showed his right hand to all who were gathered. He had a glass butt plug, a quite sizeable one, approx 5 inches long and rather thick too.

Ethan lifted up his free hand and began to massage the maid‘s inner thighs. She let out several low groans, she was enjoying the attention I could tell, and all the time his tongue and mouth were exploring the flesh of her ass cheeks and her crack. He then turned his attention to her pussy. Sophie got down with him and joined in, cupping the maid's bottom cheeks and kissing every inch. Ethan's hands reached in and penetrated the maids pussy with his fingers, Sophie too joined him, slipping her fingers inside the maid whenever Ethan's would pull out. The maid by this time was in full arousal as they both took it in turns to masturbate her with their mouths and ever exploring hands, occasionally Sophie would slap the maids bottom hard making the firm flesh wobble, pain and pleasure. Ethan then took the glass butt plug and placed it at the entrance to her arse hole, he gently eased it into her after first lubricating it with the juices from her very wet pussy, it entered her easily! She put up no resistance what-so-ever as the group taunted and teased her, all that could be heard was the groans of pleasure as she entered a realm of utter decadence!

Leaving the butt plug inserted into her arse Sophie then bid everyone back. ‘Enough!' she cried. And immediately stood up. Reaching out she picked up her crop as the others took a step back, knowing full well what was to come. But then Georgina stepped forward.

‘I've got a simply wicked idea, I think I'll play with her clit whilst you administer the crop!' ‘Splendid' said Sophie ‘What an imagination you have my dear Georgina'. Georgina then stood at the maid's side and put her hand between her legs, ‘I think you'll enjoy this my dear', and with a smile she took the maid by her hair and pulled her head towards her, inserting her fingers inside Paula's open wet pussy she leaned forward and started kissing her in a most erotic fashion. Georgina was fingering Paula's wet puss, you could hear it squelching, and mega French kissing her at the same time. I was getting quite turned on watching the proceedings, my cock was now semi erect and I was stood transfixed. Georgina pulled away from the maid for a second to instruct Sophie, then carried on, ‘You may now begin, cane this bitch!'

The crop swished through the air to leave a stinging line on the bare bottom of the maid making her squeal out in pain. She tensed up after each stroke only to be stung again and again by Sophie's expert hand. Line after line she created until the flesh on her bottom was bright red and quite sore looking. The maid groaned and squealed with every lash and I could see the look on the men's faces, each one willing Sophie on and waiting for the time they would be summoned forward to fuck her, and all the while Georgina carried on masturbating her, occasionally pulling on her erect nipples. Firmly tied, she could do nothing but accept what was being administered. Silently, tears ran from Paula's eyes, she was completely overwhelmed and consumed.

By now each of the men were standing watching the show with his dick in his hand, Deborah took hold of two of them, holding and stroking them as she watched. Then Sophie stepped back and dropped her crop. Everybody was transfixed.

Georgina removed her hand from between the maid's legs and moved away taking her place with the others. The girl's head dropped, as much as it could being bound to the frame, as she tried to caught her breath. "Untie her!" commanded Sophie. Deborah and Sandra stepped forward and undid the maids ties and then led her over to the dining room table, everybody followed. She was then pushed forward over the table amidst the food and wine left there, her naked breasts smeared over food left on a plate. "Would anybody like to feed the pet?" asked Sophie. Ethan stepped forward ‘Me! I want her first'.

He positioned himself behind her as she lay slumped over the table, admiring Sophie's handy work. 'Her bottom is quite red, let's see if we can't make her little pussy the same colour, hm?' Georgina helped Ethan to take off all his clothes, caressing his body as she did. She held out her hand and lifted his semi erect cock, ‘Here, allow me to prepare you', and with that she leaned down and took his cock into her mouth and began to suck him. Moments later a long hard fat cock came slurping out of Georgina's wet mouth and keeping it in her hand she guided it to the entrance of the maids pussy. ‘Fuck our little pet, darling'.

Ethan then eased his cock against her partially opened pussy, taking her by the hips he eased it in and began to rhythmically fuck her, pressing on the butt plug as he pushed deeper and deeper inside her. Her cunt was squelching with each thrust of his hard cock as he pounded into her, I could hear his balls slapping against her arse indicating just how hard he was thrusting. Her moans of pleasurable acceptance were quite audible.

I felt a tinge of jealousness, she was a pretty girl and as the evening progressed I had taken rather a shine to her, looking at her ample arse cheeks quivering with each thrust of Ethan's cock, I silently wished it was me fucking her. Although I was attracted to her I was also getting tremendously turned on watching them take advantage of her young body. This was like nothing I had ever witnessed.

Mark then came forward, removing his clothes and wanting to get in on the action. Stripped naked he climbed up onto the table and brushed aside the food, sitting down legs apart and directly in front of the maid he lifted her head up by her chin, ‘Little girl I would like very much for you to suck on my cock whilst my esteemed colleague here fucks your wet little cunt, after all, that is what you are here for isn't it? For us to use you like the subservient little slut you are! Now put this into your pretty mouth my little whore!' And with that he shuffled forward and lowered her head onto his stiff cock. She took it into her ‘pretty' mouth without question, and did as she was asked, she sucked!

Her mouth lifted and lowered over Marks glistening cock, sucking and slobbering over him like some kind of hungry she wolf. Watching the proceedings was like being in an adult sweet shop knowing everything was free, no matter what your kink was. She was being fucked hard from behind by Ethan who with every other shove was pushing on the butt plug she had deep in her ass and at the same time Mark was pushing her head down on his engorged cock almost to the point of her gagging on it's length as it hit the back of her throat. And she was in no way fighting against it, in fact I think if there were 20 guys in that room she would have willingly entertained them all without question.

I then noticed Jonathan being slowly undressed by both Sophie and Georgina. His shirt was being unbuttoned by Georgina whilst Sophie pulled open the top button to his trousers and slowly pulled down his zip. Both women were undressing him and the moment a piece of flesh was revealed it was rubbed and caressed, his chest, the tops of his thighs. His arms were around the two women, his eyes closed, he was enjoying every moment every touch, every tingle of their fingers as they both explored his body. His hard cock flopped out as his trousers were pulled to the floor and Sophie's hand reached out to grab it. Leaning in closely she studied it's detail as she began to slowly masturbate him. Georgina dropped to her knee's to join Sophie and upon seeing her with this enormous hung man in her grasp placed he mouth over it and took it whole into her mouth. They then took it in turns to suck on his long hard cock, slurping on it as it went from one eager mouth to another.

I could see Sophie looking at me as she sucked on Jonathan's cock, it was as if she was taunting me.

I saw her take her free hand and taking the hem of her dress begin to slide the material upwards until eventually it slid over the contours of the cheeks of her pert bottom. She let the wet flesh of Jonathan's cock plop from her mouth and said, ‘fuck me boy, pleasure me with your cock, and mark my words if you don't make me cum I'll flog your worthless hide and have you fucked in the ass like the bitch you are!'

I looked around to see Debbie and Sandra locked in a passionate French kiss, their tongues entwined and their hands lifting up each others dress in an attempt to get into each others knickers! The whole scene was surreal. A sex circus, a free for all, each knowing what was expected and each expecting nothing short of everything, the smell in the air was of pure unadulterated copulation! Before long everyone was fucking or being fucked by everyone.

I knelt down behind Sophie and placed both my hands on either side of her hips. Her flesh felt soft and warm and the touch of her knickers made the end of my cock twitch upwards. I lowered myself down and sank my teeth into her right cheek, opening my mouth wide and licking her over from one ass cheek to the other. I then looked up to see her with Jonathan's cock fully in her mouth, sucking in it's length and toying with the helmet as she slowly slid her tongue along it's length to let it slip from her lips. ‘Do it slave, put your pathetic little cock inside your mistress and fuck her open wet cunt, make me cum you subservient little fuck-face!'

Without question or thought I did as I was instructed. I slowly slid her knickers down. As they reached her ankles and with a tug, I ripped them off. I heard her groan. I then placed my hands on either side of her hips and gently prized open her ass cheeks to reveal a very wet and willing cunt! Sophie's hand reached out and pulled down Georgina's dress from off her shoulders, revealing a full and very nice set of pert tits with blistering red succulent nipples. I was overtaken by the need to fuck my mistress. To do her as she said, to fuck her hard and make her cum, but I wanted to fuck Georgina too, the sight of her half naked body was enticing, it urged my cock on even more. I wanted her, I wanted them both. I took hold of my cock and nuzzled it against the open lips of Sophie's warm wet cunt and leaned into her. My cock fucked her with ease, she opened her mouth and let out a wheeze of air as I pushed deep inside her womb.

My hands grasped each side of her ass as I pumped her for all I was worth. Looking around at the orgy around me I felt a sense of worth, a sense of being part of something meaningful. I felt I now belonged. The pain and humiliation were worth it too, it opened up another world for me, a world I would never in a million years have thought to or dared to explore.

I leaned hard into Sophie and at the same time I reached out and took Georgina's breast in my right hand, it felt fleshy and the nipple felt hard. Georgina leaned over and licked my entire face with her tongue. ‘Use your cock on her boy, fuck your mistress hard'. Pounding into Sophie whilst looking into Georgina's eyes was incredible. ‘I want to fuck you, I want to open you up and fuck you hard mistress Georgina' I found myself saying. She looked down at Sophie sucking on Jonathan's cock and then looked at me. ‘If you can make her cum, you can fuck me'. She then put her fingers into my mouth, I could taste both pussy and cock. I was drunk on lust.

My hips thrust into Sophie like a steam train into a tunnel, her ass cheeks wobbled with every push. Eventually Sophie began to groan, 'You're making me cum, harder... push harder bitch‘, the harshness of her words no longer cut into me they only helped to strengthen my erection, ‘Make me cum retard!‘ she continued to bark her commands, ‘Fuck my slutty cunt and make me fucking cum, you... subservient little... fuck slut!' There was a deep groan as Sophie's pussy gushed with cum all over my cock, she pushed back into me milking every last drop, until dropping the floor in a heap, her hand still grasped tightly onto Jonathan's long hard cock. That then must have been the pinnacle of the evening. Jonathan growled as he released a jet of hot cum over Sophie's face at the same time as Ethan pulled his long swollen wet cock out of the maids pussy and released a jet of warm cum onto the her ass cheeks, groaning with pleasure he rubbed his cock and spunk around on her arse. Mark too filled her with a mouthful of warm cum, grunting as he held her head over his engorged manhood. I was the only one who hadn't reached climax.

Ten minutes later I was tied to the barrel, bent over backwards and naked. My balls and my now swollen cock were being massaged by unseen hands with what I can only think was some sort of lubricant. I then heard Georgina's voice. ‘This is it slave, show us all you are indeed worthy and you may stay among us. I have not yet reached my orgasm, that is up to you, make it so!'

As I was bent backwards over this contraption I couldn't see too much, just bodies standing over me. I then felt the familiar warmth envelope over my swollen cock as Georgina straddled me. Her hot wet pussy lowered down onto my hard cock and she began to fuck me, deep and hard. She started slowly and then picked up her rhythm until the pain in my lower back evaporated. She fucked me hard, running her hands all over my lubricated body, hands and fingers finding ever crevice I had, within 3 minutes my cock was ready to explode, I then tasted the familiar taste of Sophie as she straddled over me, leaning her pussy against my face and bringing herself off at my expense. My thoughts were redirected, I sucked on Sophie's clit as Georgina rode my stiff cock, all the time our three bodies were squelching as the lubricant slid flesh on flesh. My eyes caught the sight of Sandra and Debbie now on their knees and sucking Ethan and Mark's cocks. Paula the maid, was stood naked behind Jonathan. Her hand reached around and she was milking his long hard cock, all the time her eyes were on mine, at that moment I felt a connection with her.

I was now struggling to not cum. Sophie was getting quite taken away with writhing her pussy against my face, I could feel she was about to cum again. The rhythm of Georgina's wet cunt riding my cock was increasing in tempo and in the few glimpses I could see the others were all willing each other to reach the point of orgasm together. Teeth were gritted together and their faces were contaughted as the animal in each of them reached it's head.

I felt a jet of warm cum hit me across the chest from somewhere, probably from Jonathan as he was stood close by watching the two women using me. Sophies hands were clawing at my chest as she both clawed at my flesh and rubbed Jonathans cum into me at the same time as I felt the familiar taste of her cum running down over my face. My own cum was sent shooting through my penis and into Georgina's vagina the moment she reached back and took a firm grip on my lubricated balls, moments later I could feel a warmth as she coated my cock in woman cum, holding onto me tightly and grinding that last bit from my groin.

The air was awash with the smell of sex. I could smell woman and man cum, in fact I was quite covered with both.

Sophie, almost suffocating me with her pussy pushed herself up off me just as I saw Ethan jerk his load onto Sandra's face. Debbie was by now rubbing Mark's cum over her lips and licking at his cock.

Not so long ago I was broke, had the sex life of an 11th century monk and my life was empty and going nowhere! In a short space of time I had found a new religion, a new me. I was indeed a new man with a new purpose, to serve. It seemed I had found my niche.

Sophie and Georgina agreed that I had earned my place among them, I was their new 'pet'. And just to show their appreciation they sent me out into the night with a stinging backside, I was forced to accept the crop from Sophie in front of them all before I left. To say my arse stung was a fucking understatement, that woman had a very sadistic side to her and revelled in inflicting pain on others. I still couldn't understand why I didn't like her, and yet I wanted to serve her... without question.

Paula accompanied me out, I asked if I could give her a ride home and she accepted. The journey to her place was quiet and peaceful, in fact we hardly said anything to each other the whole time. Although I did feel she was looking at me all the time home as she lay her head on the seat rest, obviously tired from the evenings escapades.

We pulled up outside of her flat, I turned off the engine. For a moment we just looked at each other. Her eyes were big, wide, her hair dark and lying half across her face. She blinked.

‘I like you' she said, and then she said something which took me aback. ‘Do I disgust you?' I didn't know what to say, how could I say yes when I had been the exact same, ‘No' I replied. Her hand reached out to touch my face, ‘Not even when they used me?' ‘No, in fact I thought you looked quite beautiful, even when you were being used.' She leaned over and kissed me ever so gently. ‘You do realise I wouldn't be yours alone?' ‘I understand' I said. She then kissed me again but fuller. I felt so high, like I was floating. ‘I enjoyed you completely, even though I never laid a hand on you I took pleasure from those who took pleasure from you'. She opened the car door and stepped out. She paused for a moment, the cool air of the evening filling my car. ‘Just as long as you fully understand, I would not be yours alone?' I nodded in the affirmative. ‘I have this thing you see, a need, a need to give myself.' Her coat dropped from around her shoulders. She was completely naked.

For a moment she stood silently leaning against the door of my car just looking at me. ‘If you'd like to come around one night next week?' I smiled. ‘That would be a, yes!' ‘Good...' she replied with a smile, ‘Bring a bottle of something strong... and some rope, we can watch a movie.'

The car door shut and I watched as she walked to her door took out her key and let herself in.