TO GET YOU THROUGH THE DAY

Written originally for a submissive named "Squishy" who needed inspiration to get through those long afternoon hours at work when we had a session planned for the evening.

Claire AKA "Squishy"

It's 4:30PM You are at work with a nice skirt on and a flowing top that covers your hips. Underneath your desk, out of view of anyone who might walk by, I am on my knees parting your thighs and silently kissing my way up the inside of your legs while you scrunch down and forward to allow me access to your pussy.

A few people walk by but none notice anything expect an unusually happy look on your face as you try to go about your work. As I near the edge of your panties a supervisor comes in, stands on the other side of your desk, and starts to ask you a few questions about your work product. Your instinct is to immediately bring your knees together, but you can't. In the heat of the moments previous I took the liberty of loosely wrapping light silk ropes around your legs, just above the knee and over the skirt, so you would not feel the fabric or pressure. In the same instant as I heard your supervisor approach and you try to slam your legs shut, I pull on the draw end of the noose which actually makes your legs fly open under the desk as they are firmly splayed and secured to the loop which forms the arms of your office chair.

You try to concentrate on what he is saying, your breathing becomes erratic but controllable, as long as I don't do too much to rub you directly between the legs. Of course, knowing what a cruel tease I am, I not only continue my silent assault on your upper thighs, which now start to vibrate with the tension of wanting desperately to close them, but I take the long middle finger of my right hand and plunge it deep into your wetness in one slick movement.

I hold it there, not wanting to be discovered either, but wanting to drive you to clench those inner walls tighter around the intrusion as you continue to keep your office face on. You try to lower your feet to the floor to push away from me, but with your legs open and the height of your chair you can't reach the floor with anything but the very tips of your toes. Those toes are already curled tight as you try to hold off the slowly approaching orgasm.

Your inner thoughts are prayers and wishes battling for control as you pray the supervisor will leave soon and wish the orgasm would subside, even though it is only a wave or two away from crashing down on your canal and out onto your labia like a tsunami. I can feel the heat building and your forehead is starting to perspire. I run my tongue up close to your pussy lips and just ever so gently snake it up to the tender hood of your clit, all while keeping that finger buried inside you.

Before this I was a kind and gentle Master, keeping that finger motionless, knowing that a slight movement would either set you off too soon or fill the room with the loud unmistakable crackling of your wetness as I stirred you from the inside. Now I am the nasty devil of a Master you have come to expect as I quietly lay just the tip of my tongue against the sensitive nub under the hood.

The intake of air as you gasp causes you to cover with a mock cough as the supervisor looks at you, wondering if you are paying attention. He finishes his review of your work and starts to turn away. As I hear his shoes tap into the hallway I slip my index finger inside you next to the deep deep middle finger. Just as I am about to engulf your clit with my lips I hear him turn on his heel and ask if you'd like to join a group from work for drinks at 5. You mutter something about having to take care of some personal things at home, knowing that this is one of our special weeknight sessions, and the door closes just as you have to muffle your groan in your autumn scarf.

I drive my fingers up and down on the slick inner walls of your pussy as I work your clit with my tongue like the strumming of a flamenco guitar. Your back arches, your bottom cheeks tighten and lift off the chair as much as your tied legs will allow, you pound my shoulders with your fists and grab my hair holding my mouth over your sopping wet pussy as the first and second climaxes run together.

I untie your legs, clean up your pussy, remove your panties and stuff them inside your pussy, securing them with a rubber ball normally used as a gag but attached now to your garters, slide out from underneath the desk, and go down to the parking garage to wait out the next 15 minutes until you can leave.

When you finally arrive in the garage on wobbly legs the first thing you do is reach over to find my zipper is already open, you fish my cock out of my fly, engulf my member with your mouth and take a large load of ejaculate that I had worked up while waiting for you.

Needless to say the drive home was filled with more promises of lustful adventures, promises of sexual revenge, and retorts of dares and double dares that we both knew would be acted upon almost as soon as the front door closed behind us. I hope this gets you through the day.