Office Discipline - Part 3
Three is more fun
This story is a bit of femdom fun and draws on a lot of the action from The Contract.
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The fun continues from Parts 1 and 2
“Kneel,” Araballa pointed to the floor in front of her.
Robert sank to his knees and then dropped onto all fours.
“Good boy,” Arabella sounded as if she were talking to a pet dog. She lay back on the office chair, a decadent goddess awaiting the pampering of her supplicants, one leg spread across the leather arm, revealing the red velvet folds of her inner sanctum, coated with desire.
Cynthia smiled. She knew from experience that Robert was reasonably accomplished, if not that enthusiastic, about the task he was now required to perform. Arabella had reached into his mind and exploited his fantasies. Now there was debt to pay; he was to be the instrument of her pleasure. Perhaps now he would begin to realise what his dreams of a dominant Mistress might really mean.
Robert’s head began to bob slowly up and down between Arabella’s legs. She squirmed against him, her hand stretching out to rest on the back of his head. Cynthia leaned down and kissed Arabella, whilst letting her fingers stray across the smooth skin of one of her breasts until they circled the hard peak of the nipple. “He’s quite good but not totally enthusiastic,” Cynthia whispered.
“Hmm, maybe you should administer a little encouragement before you take over,” Arabella murmured, glancing at the cane on the desk.
Cynthia turned and picked it up. She flicked her wrist and watched the shaft flex. How difficult could it be? She had probably been a bit hesitant before; now that she had watched Arabella in action, she felt more confident.
She swung the cane and it bent neatly across Robert’s behind. His body jerked forward a little, but the blow was still quite light. She brought the rod up again. Come on, Cynthia, she said to herself, remember your tennis coach. For a moment she wondered what he would look like bent over. The cane would probably bounce off those buttocks like a returning serve.
The cane hissed through the air and there was a resounding crack as it melded itself around Robert’s cheeks. He jumped forward and let out a surprised, “Mrumf,” into Arabella’s pussy.
“Come on, put some effort into it,” Cynthia said, as much to herself as to Robert. She brought the cane down again.
Arabella was squirming on the chair now, her fingers tangled in Robert’s hair, pushing him so hard onto her that Cynthia wondered he could still breathe. Every time she brought the cane down to create another red stripe across his behind, he lurched forward, and Arabella gasped, a sharp little squeal, like a bird asking for food.
Arabella bucked on the chair, wrapping her legs around Robert’s head. Then she tensed, her squeals became guttural grunts. Sensing she had reached her climax, Robert backed off a little. Cynthia brought the cane down, reminding him he had two Mistresses before she grabbed at his hair, pulling him back. “Kneel,” she said.
Arabella opened her eyes and smiled as Cynthia knelt in front of her, pushing Robert back. “Ready for more?” she said as she leaned forward and kissed her.
“Oh, yes.” Arabella purred.
Cynthia slithered up Arabella’s body, her tongue tracing a silver trail across the smooth skin. Her lips teased Arabella’s nipples, sucking gently at them in turn before they closed around one, as she suckled at the bud.
Moving slightly to one side, Cynthia slid her fingers down through the curls of hair between Arabella’s legs, the silky petals they found there parting as if they belonged to a carnivorous flower welcoming its prey. As Cynthia’s fingers were enveloped, Arabella whimpered, and her body began to grind rhythmically against them.
Cynthia flowed sinuously down Arabella’s body, moving like a snake, only her probing fingers staying tense. Kneeling, she pushed her tongue against the shrouded bud at the apex of Arabella’s sex, teasing it out, circling it and then pressing against it.
Arabella’s body shook as if she had been electrocuted. Cynthia rose up onto her knees, her behind in the air towards Robert. Her own core was tingling, she could feel her own lips swollen, begging for attention.
As she concentrated on the pleasure flooding through Arabella, Cynthia sensed something parting her own sex, pushing into her. It seemed Robert’s arousal had returned. Unbidden he was thrusting into her, each penetration ramming her against Arabella. She felt her climax rising, Robert’s cock was swelling and pulsing as he poured into her. It sent a tidal wave through her body that exploded into Arabella through her fingers and mouth. Both women’s bodies rippled and pulsed as if riding a fierce storm at sea.
Then, as quickly as it had welled up, the storm abated, the sea calmed. Cynthia released Robert’s cock and slid up onto Arabella. She felt as if she was floating serenely on a warm ocean. “I wish you’d been on my honeymoon,” she whispered.
“Maybe next time,” Arabella replied.
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