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It was only a month ago that Angie had joined the company and was assigned the desk adjacent to Jack’s. She seemed nice and polite enough, while also being efficient and skilled at her job. A perfectly acceptable work partner.

She did though have one habit that he found… distracting. Whenever she would make casual conversation with him she had this habit of turning toward him, her sleek, toned leg swaying in a rhythmic, mesmerizing way.

Not wanting to risk being called to HR Jack did his best to avert his gaze and look away when she spoke to him. Unfortunately, she had this way about her… an authoritative demeanor… that made it difficult.

All it took was for Angie to say, “Jack? I’m talking to you… look at me,” in her soft, yet assertive tone of voice. Just a few words and he would find himself looking her way again, and without fail his gaze would inevitably drift back to the captivating sway of her leg.

Within a few days of working with her Jack found his mind beginning to drift with thoughts of her… inappropriate thoughts… fantasies of what it might be like to be with her.

Even though he found them to be unnerving in a way her couldn’t quite put his finger on Jack began to look forward to their casual chats.

There was something about the way she spoke to him… her choice of words… the cadence… the silky tone of her voice. He found it to be mesmerizing, as if Angie’s voice was weaving around him and drawing him in.

There were times when he found himself zoning out, like he was hearing her voice her but not the actual words she was saying. Instead he found himself gazing at her legs, his mouth hanging open, his mind disoriented… dazed… empty… and unwittingly now fully under Angie’s control.

He nodded mindlessly as her voice softly urged, “That’s it, Jack…. look at my legs…. watch them… they’re so sexy… they turn you on, don’t they?… you can’t look at them without getting hard… you can’t think about them without getting hard… you can’t think about me without getting hard…”

Day after day her suggestions continued, drawing him in deeper, becoming bolder, strengthening her hold over him until Jack was utterly defenseless against her.

Now, all that could save him were those times when Angie was merciful, flipping the switches and triggers in his mind in such a way that would allow him a chance to be productive at work and offer him a respite from the state of near constant arousal in which he now found himself.

But, the rest of the time?

Jack was a wreck.

And it wasn’t just the dreams when he’d wake up in a sweat, feverishly aroused, achingly hard, night after night cruelly waking from his dream just as Angie was about to fulfill his fantasy and give him the orgasm he so desperately needed. When without fail Jack would wake a moment too soon, deprived of his relief, so desperately frustrated that even his own efforts to find release proved to be futile. Instead, he was left to find his way back to sleep still desperate… aching… mindlessly whimpering Angie’s name.

It was also his conversations in the office with her. Those moments of feeling as if he were zoning out as they chatted began taking on a different tone. More erotic. More visual. And in a surreal way, more life-like.

The first time had left him feeling dazed, disoriented, and even embarrassed. As he listened to Angie’s voice he found himself losing focus, his mind drifting off to a fantasy in which he imagined he were kneeling before her, kissing her feminine polished toes, working his way up her sleek, sexy legs, adoringly worshipping them…. becoming so turned on… so hard…

Only to feel himself snapping out of his fantasy at the sound of her voice. “Jack?…. sweetie?… everything ok? We’re done talking now and need to get back to work, okay?”

He was mortified. Had he said anything? Oh god, had she noticed his face was flushed and his cock was straining against his pants? Fortunately, apparently he was safe, Angie seemed oblivious to his plight and was already back at work.

To his dismay these occurrences became more frequent. More erotic. More vivid.

The next time Jack imagined Angie’s voice urging him on even further, instructing him, guiding him. His mouth drifting higher up her calves… to her shapely thighs… her fingers entwining in his hair, nudging him higher… until he was between her thighs, kissing, licking, sucking… until it was as if his senses were being overwhelmed by the heat, scent, and taste of creamy female arousal.

But as suddenly as the fantasy began it was gone and once again he was sitting at his desk, frazzled, Angie’s voice bringing him back to reality.

Jack was at the point where just walking into his office and seeing Angie was unnerving, his cock stiffening, his mind whirring with a sense of helplessness as he wondered whether or not today he would again be slipping into one of those dream-like fantasies when they chatted.

They began to take on a new twist, not only did Jack imagine himself worshiping and pleasuring his work partner, but she was doing the same for him. Her soft hand stroking him… her tongue teasing him… the only difference was that unlike when he imagined licking Angie to orgasm, Jack always snapped back to reality before he could reach his.

It was becoming maddening to him. Was he losing his mind? Why did this keep happening to him?? Should he set up a session with a therapist??

And why in god’s name could he no longer get all the way to an orgasm?? Why did every fantasy, every dream, every hallucination always end a moment too soon and leave him aching in frustration?

Finally, one day after Jack broke free from one of his surreal fantasies he sat at his desk trembling… lightheaded… so disoriented and aching to cum so badly he thought he might break down and cry.

He began softly muttering to himself to the point that Angie called over to him and asked, “Jack? Are you okay?”

In a soft, weak voice he answered, “N-no…. I’m not. Something’s wrong with me… I… I can’t tell you what it is… but, something’s wrong. I… I think I need to make an appointment to see someone.”

To his surprise, he watched as Angie rose from her desk and approached him, standing behind him. She began speaking in that calm, mesmerizing voice that immediately caused his mind to open to her.

This time though, rather than rendering his mind completely malleable and taking him deep, she allowed a small portion to remain aware, just enough to keep him barely tethered to reality.

Gently raking her fingers through his hair she purred, “You’re fine, Jack… nothing’s wrong with you. I’ve got you.”

“I… I don’t understand?” His voice was soft, distant, but still coherent.

“You don’t need to understand, you just need to know that you’re mine now. All I’m doing is giving you what you want. I could tell the first day we met… how easily your mind surrendered to my will.”

“So… this… is real??”

Laughing softly Angie purred, “Well that depends on what you want. Do you want it to be real, Jack? Do you want more of what you’ve been experiencing?”

“Oh god….,” he moaned in excitement.

Pressing her lips to his ear, she whispered, “Do you want to be mine, Jack?… my toy?… my helpless, little plaything?”

“God yes!” he groaned.

Chuckling softly, Angie purred, “Perfect…. then, cum for me, Jack. Cum for me now.”

To his utter disbelief, a moment later a wave of pleasure washed over him and he felt himself cumming uncontrollably, releasing weeks worth of pent-up cum into his pants.

As one of the most intense, and without a doubt the most unexpected orgasm seemed to go on forever Angie’s voice cooed in his ear, “That’s it… don’t try to fight it, you can’t… cum for me…. don’t stop… give me all of it…. every… last… drop.”

When the waves finally subsided, Angie couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the dazed, disbelieving, and totally spent man. Kissing his ear softly she murmured, “You are sooo mine, Jack… and this is only the beginning.”

Family Matters- Part 6

The weekend away at the cottage was certainly an eye opener. You in particular, had done things you never dreamed of and now, thoughts of serving a powerful leather Master like the Duke was invading your thoughts. Stepmother was still moving tenderly as she finalised the renovation of the attic room. Little was said about the events of a few days ago, you felt dirty and guilty about enjoying the degradation you experienced, Stepmother was also shown in a different light….her usual dominance was almost quashed as the Duke and Duchess used her as much as you. Yet, she was back to her normal self and you stood next to her as always, the familiar ball gag and panties worn….cock cage locked on with hands locked into mitts. While she was talking on the phone, your thoughts drifted to the Duke. Again, you tried to convince yourself that it was your duty and not your true kink. You liked women, especially Stepmother…..but being forced to take his cock up you and in your mouth was a feeling you couldn’t describe. Maybe it was the leather, the smell and look of it just radiated power. You were brought back to reality with the feeling of Stepmother’s painted talons idly tapping your cage, her fingers straying through the open crotch of your panties and gently rubbing the shaft of your cock. You let out a quiet moan as she looked up and smiled at you…..the phone call ended and she stood up, her fitted leather trousers gleaming in the light of the room. She gently kissed the scratches and bruises on your body…..the Duchess certainly enjoyed her brutality.

“My poor boy. Taking so much punishment and pleasure for me. The Duke and Duchess were very pleased with you, Thomas. The Duke really enjoyed you…..perhaps we can see them again in a while?”

Stepmother reached down and produced the cage key from her trousers. You looked on in confusion as she unlocked the chastity device and your cock sprung into life, tall and proud. She had already permitted the removal of your plug while your ass recovered from the weekend, but this was unexpected.

“Now, because you were so good, I’ll give you the chance to prove if you can be better.” She gripped you hard and started to milk. You let out a deep muffled grunt as her touch made you weaken immediately….with a cruel smirk, she stopped and turned away….backing that leather clad ass into you. Rubbing against your dripping cock, she challenged you to resist….but how could you? This was the first time you were unlocked in months, the chance to feel her properly, even through the leather. You knew a punishment would be dished out, but your lust took over and you thrusted your swollen, purple cock against her ass. You briefly thought of grabbing her to hold her tight, but you wouldn’t dare. Instead you humped like a filthy street mongrel and within moments you came. The orgasm wasn’t ending and you thought every drop of cum had been extracted from your heavy balls. Finally, the sensation faded and you stood, breathing heavily, drooling through the ball strapped into your mouth. She turned and her cold blue eyes were even icier….she roughly flicked your still erect cock and shook her head. Her ass was covered in your cum as well as your panties, you looked down, ashamed.

“I hope that was worth it, boy. Because i must now punish you. Opportunities like this are fleeting and you let your own selfish lust betray you. Your Father was just the same and look what happened to him.”

She pulled the panties down and let them drop to the floor, your ball gag was taken out and you were ordered to clean every inch of her leather ass. First with your tongue, then with the panties. She sneered at you while you guzzled up your mess…..she asked if you preferred your own cum, or the taste of the Duke. You blushed furiously as you licked every crevice of her leather trousers….her occasional groan of pleasure made you work harder and you finished the job with the panties. The clumsy mitts making it a harder job than it had to be…..the underwear had a fair amount of cum on it too, but Stepmother ordered you to place them in your mouth and come upstairs to the attic room. The sight of the renovated room was startling….a double bed covered in rubber sheets and matching pillows sat in the middle….even the furniture was upholstered in rubber. The smell was dizzying and you stood transfixed, on the chair next to the bed was a rubber body sack and full hood. Stepmother grabbed you and swiftly caged you again….she produced a roll of wide, glossy tape and started to wind it around your head and mouth. The mirror showed the lower half of your face engulfed in the sticky stuff……holding the taste of your cum stained panties in your mouth. Your relief from the butt plug was also now at an end, along with the electrodes Stepmother attached to your body. The wires ran to a tens machine on the bed and you knew that pain would be following your pleasure.

“Get inside the body suit. A nice present from the Duke and Duchess, don’t you think? They’re very supportive of my project with you. I’ll be sure to send them plenty of photos and videos over the next few days…..I knew you wouldn’t be able to behave, Thomas. But think of it as a new form of training, a way of developing your impressive skills so far.”

You were enclosed fully as the skintight hood was placed over your head. You tried not to panic, there was oxygen as long as you stayed calm and waited out the punishment. The odd surge of electricity stung and along with the sporadic pulsing of the plug, you would need to exercise control. Maybe this was good for you after all.

Poor guy.

Thinking she was out for the afternoon, he ventured to play with her boots. The scent was hypnotic as he kneeled in front of these beautiful leather boots, prostate, naked, and enveloped his face in her open boot, inhaling the musky aroma of her pungent foot odour mixed with the heady scent of opulent leather. Lost in his little world of erotic lust, he didn’t hear her enter the room, shocked and disgusted by the sight before her eyes. Striding over to where he kneeled, she grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling him up to meet her steely gaze.

“So that explains the unusual stains on my beautiful boots does it!! You pervert!” she yelled at him while stunning him with some expertly landed face slaps on his stupefied face. Letting go, he crumpled in a heap with some pathetic excuses and apologies. She would have none of that. Striding to her dresser she retrieved a pair of black kid leather mid arm gloves, donned them while smoothing down on each finger, picked up the objects of his worship and enveloped her shapely legs in them. Grabbing him by the hair again, she pulled him over to the bed as she sat on the edge. “ Get over my lap now!!” she screamed. Terrified into submission he lay over her beautiful lap, yet somehow was still rock hard with desire. She trapped his hard cock between her silken stockinged thighs as she laid into his quivering arse cheeks with slap after slap of a solid leather gloved spanking. Needless to say he shot his hot load within a matter of minutes all over her legs which incensed her even more, causing his arse to burn bright red with her torrent of severe spanking…