Stacy's Submission ~ Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

Stacy's Submission ~ Chapter 7

... attempt to make her even more jealous. "I see you've made a little progress. I hope you're not making any mistakes. We can't have that," Cara informs, almost cruelly. "However, it is just your first day, so I'll give you some leeway." Stacy is too chocked up with frustration, anger and desire to speak. She just gives a humbled nod. Miss Cara lifts the bottom of her skirt slightly and pulls down her black, nylon panties. "I'm going to go change my panties. I've gotten these ones uncomfortably wet," she says, lifting the damp underwear off from around her high heel. This is so unfair! Humiliating! Wrong! "Please, finish that small stack you're working on, and then go upstairs. First door on the left. I've left a list of a few items I need taken care of," Cara explains, somehow still seeming professional. "Thanks, dear, keep up the good work." Stacy watches, dejected as the gorgeous woman leaves the office. Just touch yourself. Quickly, just rub your clit. Just a little! Please! No! Stacy's bare feet feel a little cold as they rub themselves together above the carpet. Her legs are crossed, but she can feel the cool air tantalizing the dampness of her crotch. Please! She won't know, she's not here. No! We're going to behave. We're going to control ourselves. For Becca! Stacy grips the pen tightly in her hand and gets back to work. She notices her lip, still firmly clenched between her teeth. It's almost raw. ~~~ After an hour, Stacy finishes the small stack of work she was ...

... given. She stands up out of her terrible chair and stretches her arms out. Everything feels sore and tired, except her young, aching femininity, which simmers inside her with an endless growing appetite. ~~~ Stacy climbs to the top of the stairs. There are a few doors along the dim hallway, all of them shut. She opens the first one on the left. This is… her bedroom! A beautiful, four post, king-sized bed, with a dark, red canopy hanging partially around it. The sheets are disheveled, but it barely impacts the look of the room. This is gorgeous. Stacy should be clamouring for lunch right now, but has forgotten about her hunger. It barely registers on her radar compared to the intense sexual pangs she's laden with. Scanning the room, she notices a note on the nightstand next to the bed. She reads it: ------ Stacy, Please take care of a few things for me. As my personal assistant, I'm going to need you to do a little more than strictly office work sometimes. ------ I knew this was coming. What kind of depraved sexual act is she going to submit me to? ------ 1. Make the bed. Careful to change the pillow cases and tuck the covers in on all sides equally. 2. Take care of the laundry in my hamper. It should just be one load. The machine downstairs is fairly standard, I trust you to be able to figure it out. When you've got the laundry started, meet me in the office. ~Cara ------ Make her bed? Do her laundry? I'm not going to be her maid! Stacy turns to leave the room in a huff, but ...