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Subject: {ASSM} Story: Taste for Pussy, Part 3 (Lesbian, BDSM)
Date: Wed, 11 Apr 2001 03:10:02 -0400
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"A Taste For Pussy, Chapter 3"

By Deborah the Cowgirl

 As you can imagine, things got a little confusing after the encounter Karen
and I had in the Ladies' Bathroom. In fact, this time it was I who withdrew
from her for a while to sort things out. The intensity of my own emotions
surprised me. Originally, I had wanted to fuck Karen mercilessly. Now I had
to contend with having fallen in love with her. I began to lose sight of not
only where the relationship was headed, but also what I wanted out of it.

 I knew from experience that interoffice love affairs did not tend to end
well. For that matter, neither did lesbian BDSM relations between two women
were "experimenting." The realization that the relationship was probably not
going to last saddened me, but it also brought me back to basics. This
relationship was about fun and sex and doing things I had never done before.
Like fisting the boss.

*****

 I wanted to have a little fun with Karen that day, so got to work early
that morning and left a package for her in her chair. The package contained
a pair of remote control vibrating panties and a note telling her that she
was to go to the Bathroom and change into them as soon as she came in that
morning.

Karen was definitely not someone who you would ever describe as a morning
person. She typically would stumble into work in a zombie like state and
remain that way until she was on her second cup of coffee. This was going to
wake her up.

 I'm sure she was wondering why I was staring at her with so much intensity
as she strolled in that morning. When she got to her desk, she found out. I
stared into her office and watched with building excitement as she picked up
the package, sat in her chair, and opened it. Upon reading my note to her
the early morning zombie-like expression on her face immediately shifted to
one of wide-awake shock. She looked up and I could tell that she was afraid
that about the risks of discovery that sexual play took on during daytime
hours in the home office; she might lose her job. She looked at me and shook
her head. This was going to be even more fun that I thought.

 I picked up my phone and dialed her office as I watched her through her
doorway. She hesitated in picking up the phone for a second, knowing that
she could not win an argument with her domme. Realizing that I was just
going to make her do it anyway, she held up her hands to me in a sign of
surrender, took the package, and went to the bathroom.

 Other people filed into the office while Karen was away. When the bathroom
door opened a couple of minutes later and Karen stepped out she froze when
she saw how many people she was going to have to walk by to get back to her
office. It's not that it was apparent that she was wearing a sex toy under
her miniskirt, but I'm sure that the fact that she had a vibrator strapped
to her clitoris bothered her considering I held the remote. Maintaining a
professional composure today was going to be harder for her than it had ever
been before.

 I relished watching her walk back across the now crowded office floor. It
made me reminisce about how things had been back before I had finally
seduced Karen. Back then I would watch her as she strutted that ass around
the office floor and dream of what lay under her miniskirt. It was such a
satisfying feeling knowing that today I knew exactly what lay under her
miniskirt- a pair of leather panties snuggly holding a vibrator to her
beautiful blonde pussy. I reached into my bag and gently buzzed her as she
walked by my desk. Her face flashed an annoyed look at me as she stormed
into her office and shut the door.

 I gave her a few minutes to get used to the predicament that in which she
found herself. Then I strolled into her office and closed the door behind
me.

"I can't believe you are pulling this shit with me Deborah," Karen lashed
out as I closed the door.

 I just sat down in the chair in front of her desk and smiled at her. "You
know Karen, you are really quite pretty when you are angry," I teased.

 "God damn it, I am serious. Anything that puts my job in jeopardy is not
the least bit fun for me."

 I response I reached into my purse and flicked the vibrator on full power.
"I see, Karen. Tell me, how does this situation make you. FEEL?" I said in
sarcastic parody of the psychoanalytical expression.

How it made her feel was pretty obvious as she paused from her angry tirade
and closed her eyes to focus on more important things. "You must feel so
confused right now, Karen," I said enjoying the situation I had created.
"You're angry with me, but you are getting a nice pleasure buzz for what I
am doing to you. What ever will you do? Pleasure and anger. it's hard to
know which you should focus on because right now they do seem mutually
exclusive don't they. And I'm afraid I'm going to have to make the decision
even harder for you my darling. I've already decided to punish you for your
disrespectful attitude this morning, but the longer you stay angry the worse
it's going to be. And trust me, the torments I can subject you to with this
little buzzer on your hot button is considerable. Imagine being intensely
teased all day but never enough to come, except for maybe when the boss is
in the office. Is that what you want?"

Karen didn't respond right away. She kept her eyes closed for a few seconds
trying to decide what to do. I'm sure that the pleasure coming from her
crotch and the idea of being constantly teased all day was weighing pretty
heavily on her. Finally she answered my question, "No, that's not what I
want."

"That's better. Now then, when you went to the bathroom and changed into the
panties I brought for you, where did you put the panties you were wearing?"

"I clinched them in my fist and put them in my desk drawer when I got back
in here."

"Take them out," I commanded and she did so.

"Now lay them on the desk in front of you and open your mouth," I commanded
again. Again, she complied.

I grabbed the black silky panties she had put on the desk in front of her
with my right hand, then I leaned over her desk and grabbed the bottom of
her open mouth with my left. I brought my face close to hers and looked deep
into her eyes. The fear and anticipated that I saw there delighted me. My
eyes never left hers as I started to shove her panties in her mouth. I
pushed them deep into the back of her mouth to make it a bit uncomfortable
for her. Her eyes pleaded with me to stop, which only made me enjoy the
moment more.

I sat back into my chair when the task was completed so as to admire my
handy work. There she sat in her double-breasted black business suit with
her hands folded in front of her. She looked the perfect model of a
professional businesswoman, except for having her panties stuffed into her
mouth and the buzzing sound coming from her crotch.

"Now then," I began. "I must say that I really do enjoy our little chats,
but more than that I enjoy being the one calling the shots. You said that
this wasn't fun for you. Well that's a shame because it's really fun for me,
Karen. And in this relationship I'm afraid it's all about what's fun for me.
What's fun or convenient for you is not a factor now and it's not going to
be anytime soon. As far as jeopardizing your job, you shouldn't worry as
long as you keep you composure you will do fine. You can keep your composure
can't you?"

Karen and I looked at each other for a second. The constant faint hum of the
vibrator and the fact that her open mouth was stuffed with her panties was
such a sexy juxtaposition to her otherwise boring office. It was definitely
making me hot. I could tell that the question of whether she could keep her
composure was a difficult one for her to answer because as she considered it
the vibrator continued to send involuntary waves of pleasure coursing
through her body. Before she could decide, there was a knock at the door.
Karen's eyes grew wide as she looked at the clock and realized it was the
appointed time to interview a new perspective employee.

 "Opps," I said getting up from my seat. "Looks like you'll have to answer
that question by example," I said as I ignored her pleading eyes and walked
to answer the door. As I opened it, I could her the noise of her behind me
as she hastily spit out her gag.

"Karen is ready for her 9 o'clock interview," I said to the receptionist as
I walked out of her office. "She would like you to send him in as soon as
possible." This was going to be some interview.

*****

 Karen quickly fetched a compact from her purse so as to quickly check her
appearance in the mirror. Her lipstick was smudged from having panties
shoved into her mouth, but nothing else on her face seemed to be an obvious
indicator of the situation she had just been in. Moments after Karen had
returned the compact to the purse, receptionist escorted a sharply dressed
job candidate into her office.

 Within moments of taking the seat in front of her desk to which Karen had
directed him to, he was confused. Being fresh out of college he had been in
tons of interviews in the proceeding weeks and he was now quite used to the
drill of walking into offices and trying to convince someone to hire you.
But usually the people whose office he was entering would carry themselves
with a sense of supreme confidence. The woman who sat behind the desk this
time seemed rattled, distracted, and a bit out of place. "And what was that
strange buzzing noise?" he wondered. The buzzing seemed to have been louder
when she rose to shake his hand and then got more faint when she sat down-
almost as if it were emanating from her.

 Karen was aware of the buzzing her crotch was making as well. "Gosh, that's
my pager. You know how modern technology is," Karen lied as she fumbled
around for a pager that didn't exist. Finally she grabbed her day planner
and put it in her lap to try to muffle the sound. That didn't quite work
either as the vibrations made the binder rings in her day planner rattle
faintly.

 "So, ahm, tell me about yourself. ahm"

 "George," said the confused young man. "I submitted my resume with the
application. Don't you have it?"

 She did have it, but it was buried somewhere in a pile of papers with other
candidates resumes and she hadn't had time to check before he arrived. As it
was, she couldn't afford to move from her seat to search for it because the
buzzing would surely make it apparent to him that she was throwing a party
in her panties and he was not invited to attend.

 "Yea I got it," Karen said, "but I never use those in an interview. I mean
they all look the same and don't really say much about the person anyway. So
tell me about yourself George," Karen said trying desperately to sound
convincing.

 "Well let me see I graduated from college having made honors the entire
time. And." George's voice trailed as he tried to focus on what to say next.
It was quite taxing for his mind to keep track of his previously rehearsed
interview statements in this unstructured format given by this distracted
woman who apparently had misplaced her pager somewhere in the vicinity of
her ass. George's mind tried to focus on what to say next. Then he realized
he had forgotten what he had just said. He looked at the floor trying to
regain his composure and then realized that several seconds had gone by and
she had not prompted him with any questions. He quickly looked up and found
his interviewer had her eyes closed and her head back. She was lightly
perspiring and was clearly focused on something besides this interview. Then
he noticed that she seemed to be grinding her crotch gently against her day
planner.

 The silence also indicated to Karen that there was something wrong. But it
was so hard for her to focus on both the demands of the interview and those
of her own pussy, which was starting to demand satisfaction. She opened her
eyes with a start to see George staring at her. "Oh, go ahead George. You
were saying you were on the Honor roll," Karen said attempted to revive the
interview.

 "Ah, Miss you seem quite distracted. Perhaps we should start this interview
over another time."

 "Yes I'm sorry. I am distracted. It's just that I can't seem to find my
pager," Karen continued with the same lame lie. "Look I will reschedule your
interview with the receptionist."

 "Yea. sure," said George incredulously as he rose. This was positively the
strangest interview he had ever seen and it left him certain of one thing:
he didn't want to work with that batty woman.

*****

 As I saw the job candidate leave Karen's office all of two minutes after
entering it all I could think was that that must have been the shortest
interview on record. Of course I hadn't really expected her to keep her
composure given the situation in which I had left her. "My God this is fun,"
I thought as I rose from my desk and strolled back to Karen's to play with
her some more. I didn't even bother knocking but instead gently opened the
door and let myself inside.

 I saw Karen reclining in her chair behind her desk, eyes closed with one
hand under her miniskirt. She sat up as if she had been shocked with
electricity when I audibly closed the door behind me.

 "Well hello there Karen. Glad to see you are trying to so hard to keep your
professional composure."

 "Deborah, please. I need to come. Just let me touch myself. Please. This
vibrator is driving me nuts."

 "I bet it is baby. And I might just have it keep doing that all day. Can
you imagine how horny you would be after eight hours of this? Keeping your
composure today is going to be damn near impossible for a horny little girl
little like you. Or, I could let you come now, if you ask nicely."

 Karen's pleading eyes looked at me wistfully as she bit her lip in
frustration. "Please?"

 "Of course I'll let you come my pet. But it has to be in a way that I find
entertaining. Now come here."

 Karen hesitantly got up from her chair and walked over to me like a scolded
puppy. She was unsure of what was going to happen next, but she was sure
that she wasn't going to like it.

 "Turn around and put your hands behind your back," I instructed as I
removed a pair of handcuffs and a video camera from my purse.

 Karen dutifully obeyed. After I handcuffed her hands behind her I told her
the conditions of her orgasm. "Okay Karen, now you can come for me if you
can. And I'm sure this is going to be amusing so I am going to video tape
your attempt."

 Karen's eyes searched the room as she tried to figure out how to come. The
vibrating panties themselves kept giving her a pleasant buzz, but it wasn't
the kind of hard pressure she needed on her clit to really get her off and
we both knew that. First she ran over to her desk and pressed her crotch
onto the corner, but the corner proved to elusive a purchase to grind
against. Nevertheless she tried, she arched her back and ground her hips
against her desk corner. But try as she might, she couldn't come. She thrust
herself harder against the desk corner and began to lose her balance. She
had now way to right herself as her hands were cuffed behind her, and so she
left out a yelp as she toppled off of her desk and onto the floor.

 After her fall she rolled over on her back and tried to find a way to come.
She tried to work her hands under her ass in a futile attempt to reach her
pussy, but that didn't work either. The vibrator must have been driving her
wild because she began bucking her hips against the empty air above her and
whimpering in frustration. It was a humiliating moment for her and I was
catching it all on tape.

 With effort, she rolled over and picked herself up again. She searched the
room looking for some piece of furniture she could dry fuck. Then she saw
the padded back of the chair in front of her desk. The chair was low enough
to the ground that she could straddle the padded narrow top of the chair
back and still her a foot on the floor, barely. To keep her balance, she
bent over the chair back and rested her wait against it as she swung one of
her legs over it. She then righted herself and she wedged a knee against the
seat of the chair and another on the floor. At last, she had a hard surface
against which she could grind her needy pussy.

 The enhanced pleasure the hard surface was giving her was apparent as the
tension eased off of her face and she let out a relaxed "ah" noise. She
still had to work on keeping her balance, which kept her from bucking
furiously against the chair back. But the slow circular grinding motion she
was doing was enough to move her closer and closer to the orgasm she so
desperately needed.

 I loved watching her balancing act, and the look of pleasure on her face,
and the little moans she was now letting out. I did have strong feelings for
this woman, yes. But that didn't mean that I didn't immensely enjoy
humiliating her, and getting it all on film.

 Slowly, deliberately, Karen built herself up to her orgasm. She was careful
not to lose her balance as she started to arch her back and rock her
inflamed clit back and forth against the chair back. The vibrator that had
been teasing her all morning was now working strongly in her favor as the
hard surface of the chair back forced its vibrations straight into her. As
she finally reached climax, she hunkered down and bit her lip to avoid
screaming out, as her body demanded of her. From my perspective holding the
camera on her, it was going to make an excellent home movie. Karen carefully
let herself of the chair back, which by had acquired some of her musk.

 "Excellent job baby," I told her as I reached into my purse and turned off
the vibrator.

 "Thanks," she said to my backhanded compliment.

 "But now I'm afraid you have two problems facing you and your professional
image."

 "What's that?" she asked with a sense of exhaustion and dread.

 "Well, the first is this tape. The second is the key to your handcuffs. I
currently hold both. And if you want to keep your imagine intact, you're
going to have to continue to make me happy. We will deal with the tape
later.  For the time being, if you want out of those cuffs, here is what you
have to do."

To be continued.


 (c) 2001 Copyright. All rights reserved. By Deborah the Cowgirl.

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