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B's Story

... through the doors of the office. She tensed when she heard a group of people talking loudly out in the hallway and didn't relax for a full minute after they had left. He returned and she heard him placing things on the table and the credenza on the side wall. Then she heard him close the doors and realized that she had been practically holding her breath until then. He asked if she was all right and she responded, “Yes, Master.” The word sounding natural and pleasant as she said it. She heard music begin to play. It was intense and filled the room but was not so loud that she could not hear him writing with a marker and what sounded like tearing off sticky notes. “Stand, please,” he said and steadied her when she staggered a bit trying to stand up with her arms bound behind her. He led her over to the side of the conference table. She saw that there were two nylon straps with metal rings attached to them running across the table. He helped her to sit on the table, the wood felt cool against her still red ass cheeks. She blushed a bit as he put her legs up causing her to spread them wide apart and expose herself. He fastened a leather cuff around each ankle and clipped them to each strap. He walked behind her and untied her wrists, replacing the rope with cuffs and clipping them to the straps on the other side of the table. She was now lying on her back on the table with her knees up and spread. She was very aware of how open and exposed her pussy was and, while she was a ...

... little embarrassed and blushing, she was also getting even wetter. More so even when he blindfolded and gagged her with the scarves once again. As before, he let her lie there wondering what would be done to her next but this time, every once in a while, she felt his fingers or his mouth gently touch her neck, her face, her breast, her stomach, her thigh, her hand, her foot. Just barely enough pressure for her to feel it, never enough to cause pleasure. Slowly and gradually, the caresses became longer, more definite, and in more sensitive areas. She moaned and twisted to try and get more from them but each time she did, he stopped touching her completely. Finally and suddenly, she felt his mouth between her legs, his tongue swirled and plunged into the heat and wetness there. She cried out against the gag, feeling her body tense and her breath quicken as she sensed that she was about to go over the top... and again, he stopped completely. This sequence was repeated again, this time with the addition of his fingers adding to her pleasure and again, he denied her the release. The third time, she felt his finger, now wet with her slickness, playing around her tight asshole, patiently waiting until she relaxed and then gently entering her there. The teasing was repeated, each time adding something more, again... and again until she was pleading and begging through the gag to be allowed to cum, nearly screaming her promises to do anything if she was just allowed to cum one time. She ...