Sealing the Deal

The company I work for isn’t a sleazy as you’d think a place that employed an office slut would be.  They’re really a very professional firm, and are well known and respected in the field because of the quality of their work and the excellent service they give.  My work is almost entirely internal – keeping the boys happy and on their toes, and amusing the CEO, for the most part. But there are a few customers who get a little “extra” in the way of excellent service.

I look forward to the times that i’m called in to help “seal a deal.” The sweet humiliation of being the naked slut serving a room of men in suits was a big part of why I took this job, after all. Nothing gets me as wet, or as eager to please.

So I was thrilled when, kneeling in his office awaiting my day’s instruction, the boss informed me that there would be an important client meeting today. One where I was to be on my best behavior, and demonstrate fully to the client what kind of service they could expect from our firm.

My mind was full of fantasies about erect cocks slipping out of Armani suits as I got the conference room ready.  Peterson walked past as I stood at the copier readying copies of our service quotes for the meeting, only to stop and quickly come back to investigate the smell of sex and desire coming from my cunt. “Excited about the meeting today, Lyn?” he asked, smirking as he ran his hand between my legs and smeared dripping cunt juice across my eager and erect nipples.

When meeting time came around, I knelt in my usual place, just to one side of the door where guests entered the conference room. Legs spread, breasts thrust out, eyes on the floor – waiting patiently to see how and if I’d be used. Sometimes I wasn’t. Sometimes just the presence of the office slut was enough. Sometimes they’d just ask me to serve coffee, the lackeys and underlings ogling my nakedness, erect cocks straining against tight slacks as I bent over them to refill a cup. Sometimes there’d be more.

I kept my eyes trained to the floor as they filed in.  Listened as the boss talked to someone – their CEO, I guessed from the tone of his voice – about the company, about who’d be attending the meeting today. He stopped directly in front of me.

“And this is Lyn.”

A hand reached down and grabbed my chin firmly, pulling it up to get a look at my face. A hand with long, red-lacquered nails. A hand attached to a body wearing a pair of red-bottomed Louboutin pumps and an Yves St Laurent suit. A body attached the face of the most gorgeous woman I could remembering laying eyes on.

Suddenly this meeting got even more interesting.

“Ah yes, I’ve heard about Lyn,” she said, and pulled me to standing, still holding on to my chin. She looked at me, and my eyes dropped to the floor, my usual smart-ass nature replaced with meek compliance as I saw in her eyes that she was not someone to be trifled with.  Her hands cupped and lifted each breast in turn, and spread my ass cheeks and inspected me there. Then one finger slid between my legs, gathering my cunt juices, making me shudder as she ran a fingernail across my clit. “I think she’ll do,” she said, as she sniffed my cunt juices on her finger, then slid the same finger into my mouth for me to clean off.

As the meeting began, I found myself in service as her footstool. I worked hard to maintain my position as the pressure from her legs weighed down on my back. Stifled my outburst when she bent her leg and rested the pointy heel of her stiletto against my ass. The meeting went on around me, and I scarcely paid attention, too busy wondering where this was going to end up, too busy imagining what she might do to me next.

The next thing I knew, everyone was standing up. Hands were shaken, backs were clapped, and exclamations of the beginnings of a “wonderful partnership” were made. Clearly, we had sealed the deal.

Or perhaps not yet.

“There’s just one thing. I do need to make sure of the slut. I think she’ll be perfect for some projects I have in mind, and her reputation does precede her, but I would like to be sure.”

“By all means,” the boss said. “Do as you like with her. I’ll have Peterson wait outside – he can bring you by my office to finalize things before you leave. I have no doubt that you’ll find Lyn to your liking. We certainly do.”

As the boss and our team filed out, I realized that there were others in the room. I’d been so enraptured by this woman, that I hadn’t even noticed the rest of her entourage. Four men in suits – just what I’d been hoping for – but completely overshadowed by her.

“I hear you like gangbangs, Lyn. Is that true?”

I nodded, not sure if I should speak, not sure how to address her.

“Good. Because my boys do too.”

The first of them put me up on the conference table, spread my legs, and dropping his pants just enough to get his cock out, shoved himself into my cunt.

“Eyes on me, Lyn,” she said, as he fucked me. I struggled to keep my eyes on her as she stared into mine, as one by one the men fucked me, came in me, and pulled out for the next. Apparently she only employs particularly virile men, as by the time the fourth was done, the first was ready to go again. I watched her all the while, my body responding to the men fucking it, but my mind firmly focused on pleasing only her.

After the second round, she dismissed the men. Now it was just the two of us in the conference room.

“On the floor, slut,” she commanded, and I pulled myself off the table to kneel at her feet, embarassed by the trail of come dripping out of my cunt.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, poking the pointy toe of her shoe into my raw and abused cunt, and beginning to fuck me with it.

“Pleased to be of service, ma’am,” i responded, as my body responded to the rhythm of her foot, my stretched-out, come-filled, and used cunt accommodating more of her shoe than i would have thought possible.

“How many times did you come, Lyn, when they were fucking you?”

“None, ma’am,” I gasped, my breath coming faster now.

“Good girl. I was hoping you were waiting for me. Can you come for me now, Lyn? Can you show me that you are an obedient slut?”

My breath came faster, my cunt began to clench, my eyes rolled back in my head a little.

Crack! Her hand slapped my cheek hard. “Come for me now, slut!” she commanded, and I exploded all over her shoe in my cunt, gushing onto the floor beneath us.

“Good girl,” she said, removing her shoe from my cunt. “Now, clean up this mess you made.”

I carefully licked her shoe, cleaning off the mixture of my cunt juices and the men’s come from every inch of her shoe, making sure I got it right the first time, afraid of what she’d do if I missed a spot. Only pulling back when I was sure I’d gotten it all.

Apparently I’d done a good enough job, because she got up and walked out without another word to me. But I could hear her in the hallway as Peterson walked her out to the boss’ office.

“Oh yes, she’ll do,” she said. “She’ll do just fine.”

Party Shoes

A few hours ago i dropped my Master off at the airport. We had a really wonderful visit, and i hope to write about some of the highlights.

But here’s a preview for the shoe lovers – this weekend was the weekend of party shoes. Sadly, i have no fabulous parties to go to this holiday season, so we opted not to keep any of them. But this pair is really tugging on my heart strings, and i’ll sniffle a little as i send them back from whence they came.

Black and White

Shoes: Satisfaction by Carlos Santana. Interesting, but in the end we decided not to keep them.

A shoe slut fantasy

We’ve hung out, reconnected, shared a meal, and talked a little about what the parameters for the visit are. i’m nervous, tense about serving two masters, but You assure me that if i serve her well, that i am serving You through that.

It’s time. i’m told to strip off my clothes and i do. She begins to tie me up as at La Domaine, but this time paying even more attention to creating something that is beautiful and functional. You play with me a little as she works, touching my cunt and nipples, but mostly i just zone out into the rhythm of the rope work. When she’s done my arms are bound securely and helplessly. The rest of me is free to move, but encircled in rope, ready to be used to position me in any way that’s needed.

She uses the rope to bind me to a cross (that has miraculously appeared in my living room…) and begins to play with me. First a gentle warmup with hands and flogger, but soon moving to a level of impact play that is harder than what You are usually comfortable giving. As i writhe and struggle against me bonds, and breathe into and through the pain, i feel You stroking my hair, kissing me, touching me face, telling me what a good girl i am.

Just as i feel i can’t possibly take any more, it’s over. i hardly notice her untying my hands, making sure the blood is working it’s way back in, and i am still very securely bound as i slump down into a little puddle on the floor.

More kisses and stroking from You, lips on my lips, hands in my hair, then on my nipples, then at my cunt. You spread my legs, and i feel the tip of a pointy toed shoe touch my cunt, then pull away.

“Beg for it, shoe slut. You know you want it, beg me for it.”

i spread my legs wide and summon my voice from where it has retreated deep inside. i am shaking a little from the flogging, but wet and horny, and i do want it. it’s all i’ve been thinking about since we met for dinner. i beg her for it, beg her to fuck my cunt with her shoe, beg her to make me her shoe-fucking slut.

A few thrusts, rubbing the tip of the shoe against my swollen clit, dipping it into my cunt, then she stops. “i like my sluts wetter than this. If your cunt can’t do it, then You’ll have to use Your mouth” she says, and brings her shoe to my lips.

i lick it, tasting myself, tasting my wetness, adding my own saliva to it, knowing that the wetter i make the shiny patent, the better it is going to feel when that shoe touches my cunt again.

i must have done a good job, because in a moment she’s got the shoe between my legs again, working it against my clit. You move me into a better position, and soon i’m thrusting against her, moaning and writhing. You lean in to kiss me, taking my breath a little as You envelope my mouth with Your own.

i feel an orgasm begin to come. i don’t know who to ask for permission, so i blurt it out to both of You. “Please, Sir, please Mistress, please may i come for You?”

“Are You going to come on my shoe? You’ll have to clean it off, You know.”

“Yes, Mistress, yes, yes, yes…”

She works my clit harder, more directly, and with Your hands on my nipples and Your voice in my ear telling me to come for for You, to come for You now, i do.

i cry out, loud and long, the orgasm carrying me away. The contractions have only begun to fade away when i feel her hand on the back of my neck, pushing my face down to her shoe. i know what to do, and carefully lick every inch of it clean, tasting me all over her beautiful shoe.

Red and Black

Of the more than 200 pictures my Master took of me this past weekend, this is the one that called to me to be posted first. It’s filled with things the remind me of the continuing evolution of our relationship. The shoes have been with us from the beginning – there are dozens of other shoes now, but those are the classic, the standard, the ideal by which the others are judged. The nails are new: my long search for the perfect red has ended with OPI’s “Vodka & Caviar,” and the beautiful acrylic nails the color is painted on mark my body and mind’s continuing transformation in service to my Master. And then there’s the rope binding me tight, just as our love binds us ever tighter with each passing day.

A perfect picture for a perfect weekend, where i gave myself fully and through doing so, got everything i needed.

A Little Shoe Fucking

When we finished our second scene at the club, we wandered around a bit, checking out the rest of the action. We’d started playing early, when things were still pretty quiet, and by the time we were done there were a lot of scenes going on.

But one scene in particular really caught our attention. If you could design the perfect scene for us to walk into, this would be it. A tightly bound sub was being worked on by two tops, one male, one female. She was in the process of being taken down from a rope suspension, and while the male top was taking rope off, the female top was keeping everyone entertained and busy. And that’s where it gets interesting.

When we walked in, the female top was lying on her back on the floor, with her high heeled shoe up in the sub’s face, demanding that she clean it thoroughly with her tongue. If she slowed her pace, or didn’t appear to be doing it enthusiastically enough, the male top behind her would slap her ass, or otherwise “encourage” her.

When she finally got it clean enough, the shoe’s wearer said “Oh good, now I can get it dirty again” and proceeded to fuck the partially suspended sub’s cunt with her shoe, bringing her (amidst much protest) to a writhing thrashing orgasm all over the shoe. And then, of course, she was commanded to clean it off again. By the time she finished that, the bondage was completely removed and she collapsed into a heap on the floor.

OMFG. If you click on the shoe slut tag for my blog, you’ll know that fantasies like this make a frequent appearance in our fantasy life. We talk a LOT about engaging in “shoe play” with a femme top. We got a taste of it at La Domaine, but the scene we’d just watched the tail end of was pretty much exactly how i have fantasized about such a thing playing out. Not the bondage or the suspension, per se, but the brash, demanding and taunting demeanor of the female top, and her clear enjoyment of the treatment she was inflicting was just soooo hot!

Unsurprisingly, that scene remains vivid in both of our minds still today. Yesterday afternoon i came all over the toe of my own sex shoe, imagining myself on my knees, legs spread wide, arms bound, and my body anchored from above with rope so that i couldn’t fall down. i imagined begging my Mistress to please fuck me with her shoe, imagined her making me really beg for it, tell her why i was worthy to dirty her shoe, making me recite over and over that i was a shoe fucking slut. i imagined her bringing the pointy toe of her black patent shoes to my face, making me lick and kiss and suck the shoe, her shoving it into my mouth so far i nearly gagged. Then taking that shoe, still on her foot, wet with my saliva, and sliding it into my dripping cunt, and fucking me with it. First slow, then faster, angled so that the top of the shoe rubbed against my clit while the point of the toe drove in and out of my cunt.

In reality, driving my own shoe in and out of my cunt in just that way, i felt an orgasm coming, and begged aloud for permission from my Master and (imagined) Mistress while my fantasy self did the same. Feeling my sticky cunt juices coating the shoe with every pulse of orgasm through my cunt, and knowing all the time what service would be required of me next, when my Mistress lifted her shoe to my face once again.

So, ahem, does anyone have any shoes that need cleaning?

Trying on new shoes, Saturday morning edition

Just because it’s morning sex, doesn’t mean there can’t be shoes.

We wake up around the same time, and snuggle in together. It’s a short snuggle, though, before He’s pushing my head down to His crotch. i eagerly take His cock into my mouth, using my hands on His shaft and His balls, just the way He likes it, using my saliva to make everything slippery. He’s full and hard in my mouth and i’m loving every minute of it.

Then He pulls out. “I’ll be back in a minute,” He says. “I’m going to fuck you when I get back, so you’d better make yourself wet if you aren’t already.”

i am wet, a little bit, from sucking Him, but i work my clit all the same while He’s in the bathroom. When He comes back out He grabs a shoe box and sets it on the bed. i spread my legs for Him, and He drives His cock straight into my cunt, hitting bottom and making me gasp with pain and pleasure.

He’s driving His cock in and out of me, as he reaches over to push the shoe box closer to my hand. i pull out a pair of the most utterly gorgeous Stuart Weitzman ankle strap sandals and slip them on feet that are up over His shoulders. i can’t do up the straps when i’m being fucked, but He’s happy to take care of that for me. Now my feet are like my cunt – both being used for their proper purpose, in service to their Master.

Trying on new shoes, Friday night edition

Friday night He fucked me in a pair of patent peep toe pumps, red on top with a black heel and platform.

i started on my knees at His feet, rubbing His cock through His pants, waiting patiently until he let me undo one button, then another. Loosening his belt, undoing His shirt, red fingernails at His nipples as i kissed and licked His cock gently. Wanting to take it in my mouth, down my throat, but knowing that i didn’t have permission, so waiting. Desperate and impatient, but waiting.

Finally getting the prize, the reward for my obedience and patience, the head of His cock in my mouth, one hand wrapped around His shaft, the other stroking and caressing His balls. Knowing from the taste and feel of Him in my mouth that He was close, so close. Surprised when He pushed me off His cock. “Get a pair of shoes, and get on the couch.”

I grabbed one of the 5 pairs of new shoes we’d brought to try this trip, and assumed my position on the couch – short black skirt up around my waist, legs in the air. He pulled my lace g-string to one side and slid His cock into me in one long push. i gasped as the pain and pleasure of my sudden opening mixed. And then He handed me the shoe box. i opened it, pulling tissue paper from toes and heels as He continued to move His cock in and out of me. Slipping shoes onto feet that rested on His shoulders, i felt Him push His cock into me as far as He could, and i looked up into His eyes as i felt His come fill me.

Mistress

Saturday afternoon i was treated to an opportunity to submit to the Head Mistress of La Domaine, Mistress Collette. We had shared some meals and enjoyed some conversation by this point, so i felt like i had gotten to know her a little and felt very comfortable with her. She’d demonstrated a lot of sensitivity and intuition, and i knew i would be in good hands!

Mistress Collette started off the scene by applying the beautiful rope bondage featured in these pictures and in my sneak preview post. This was my first time experiencing shibari, and i was really excited about it as it had been one of my hopes for the weekend. i knew from reading and observing others that it takes a pretty long time to tie someone up like this, but we weren’t in a rush and it was all part of the dynamic. As each rope went on and the bonds got tighter and tighter, i felt myself feeling more and more submissive and more ready to serve the Mistress and my Master through her.

When i was all trussed up i was bound to some chains descending from the ceiling, and my legs spread wide with a spreader bar. (Another first, and one i definitely enjoyed.) The chains were right in front of a mirror, and while this really for the Mistress’ benefit (so she could see my face as she worked on my back) it was certainly powerful for me to look at as well, during those rare time where i actually opened my eyes.

i don’t remember all the details of what happened in any kind of order. i’m always so impressed by subs who can recount the exact sequence of their floggings. i know she used a variety of floggers on my back and ass and cunt and breasts. Some thuddy, but most in the stingy category (which worked for me since i had earlier expressed my love/hate relationship with sting). Things that really stand out for me are the florentine flogging – i’ve always loved the way that looks when i’ve seen it at parties and clubs, and the feeling of it certainly lived up to the appearance. Very continuous and intense. Also, the horsehair whip. Soft, but vicious, all at the same time and the sound, oh the sound! Swoosh, brush, ouch. Swoosh, brush, ouch. She and my Master traded off using the vampire glove on my tender nipples, and that was probably the most difficult part of the session for me, as pokey scratchy things are definiting on the “tolerate for my Master” list, not the “love for my own sake” list.

My arms were bound up above my head and eventually the fingers on one hand started to get a little tingly. So she took that part of the bondage off and redid things with my arms behind my back, which blocked my back and ass but just gave her an excuse to work on my breasts and cunt more. (Thank You, Mistress.) Then we moved over the sawhorse, more toys and more florentine flogging, and the lovely lovely cane. Finally, Mistress applied two heavy metal clips to my cunt lips. This was intense, and hard, in part because of irritation from when my pussy was waxed. But i endured, knowing my Master would take pleasure in my doing so, and when i finally begged to have them removed, i was rewarded with “good girl” and a healthy rush of endorphins too.

Throughout the session i was very aware that i was serving my Master in all of this. Even though He was not the one yielding the crop or the flogger, it was Him that i was ultimately submitting to. When things got intense i would look to Him for reassurance and connection, begging Him to please please please kiss me, i needed to feel Him so badly. And having kissed Him, then i would be ready to serve Him more.

After this physical portion of the session was over, Mistress Collette had me kneel and taught me the La Domaine Esemar slave posture. Legs spread wide and shoulders back, making my breasts and cunt available for use as a slave’s should be. Chin up, proud to be in service, but eyes lowered, humbled by the opportunity to serve and submit. Both my Master and i found this posture very powerful and meaningful, and it is now my standard kneeling posture for my Master.

My service to my Master and Mistress was not yet done. As Mistress Collette sat in a heavy arm chair, i knelt beside her and she made me beg to be able to worship her feet. Shoe worship has a large place in the shared fantasies of my Master and i, but the reality of it was perhaps the only part of the session that was not quite what i had hoped for it to be. i knew from the beginning that that i was in trouble, because i had a hard time really finding the desire and conveying it to the Mistress. But she called it out from me, and my desire to serve finally satisfied her, and i settled in to kiss every inch of her shoes and her feet. Looking back, i think i wanted more direction. i knew i was doing this for my Master, and i think if there had been more reminders of that, then i could have performed better. Also, i expect i was just tired and worn out after an intense day, and coming down the other side of the endorphin rush.

When Mistress deemed me finished, she left my Master and i there in the dungeon to reconnect with one another. i was privileged to serve my Master with my mouth and my pussy, and then we went up to our room to just curl together, enjoying the feeling of closeness and connection that we felt through and through. But our resting and relaxation opportunity was fairly short – the dinner hour was approaching, and our day was anything but done!

Fun with Shoes and Bondage

Saturday morning was relaxing. We started off with another excellent meal, prepared by Master R and served by the lovely and congenial slave lips. Then we just hung out in the living room, playing with and photographing more of the lovely shoes we’d brought with us. All four of these are from Carlos Santana, and wow are they hot – pretty much everything in his line is, but we limited ourselves to these four! Links, for the shoes sluts: purple, black, white, leopard.

After much photo taking, things got a little more serious, as
Master tried out the hog tie that He had in mind for me for
dinner that night. He trussed me up and left me bound on the
couch, He and Master R discussing how the evening would go
and my cunt getting wet as i imagined what was to come. Part
of the point of the bondage was to determine how long it would
be comfortable for me, and i lasted about 20 minutes before
my hands started going a little numb.

i flipped over on my back and my Master started finding
other ways to tie me up. i wanted very much to be bound on
my back with my legs spread, and we began fiddling with
chain and cuffs and collar until i found myself pulled up into a
tight little ball, my legs apart and my cunt open and
available. (Just perfect for spanking, said Mistress Collette,
passing by and giving me a swat right there.) i wanted to
stay like that for a long long time, but the position put a lot of strain on my neck. And unfortunately, as well equipped as the dungeon is, there wasn’t a taller/stiffer posture collar that would have supported me for this position. But even this little bit of bondage had my nipples erect and my cunt so warm and wet. My Master took pity on my little mewls of arousal and sex, pulling out my Hitachi Magic Wand and using it on me right there in the living room. No one was in the room with us at the time, but i was still hyper aware of where i was and what i was, and that perfect mix of exhibitionistic arousal, humiliation and embarrassment combined with the buzzing on my clit to bring me to a screaming orgasm that could be heard, i am told, through the house and out into the yard.

When i recovered, we dressed and went outside, where we were treated to some unexpected sunshine in a weekend mostly filled with gray clouds and rain. We explored the grounds a little, although my shoes weren’t really up to the task and black fly season was in the full swing. We took care of a very special but brief photo session we’d both been looking forward to, and then it was time to go back inside to meet with Mistress Collette. Master had decided that He would like to watch me be dominated by her, and we were about to sit down and talk about what that was going to be like.