1. The Temp


    Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: klammer, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    pressed her shoe f***efully against my cock. I closed my eyes in a strange ecstatic agony. “You do want to obey me, don’t you, Jack?” she asked softly, pressing harder. “Yes, Ms. Harper.” “Yes, I believe you do. Then I shall give you another chance.” She pulled back her foot, and I lowered myself to again kiss her feet. “Thank you, Ms. Harper.” She stood and looked down at me. “Oh, and Jack, one more thing. No more jerking off unless I give you permission. Serving me means that you give up control of your cock, and from now on you may cum only if I allow it. Understood?” It was her first reference to anything specifically sexual, and hearing those words took me to an even higher, more euphoric state of arousal. “Yes, Ms. Harper,” I groaned as I continued to kiss her feet. Veronica then told me she was leaving to take care of some personal business. She seemed to enjoy brushing my face aside, apparently savoring the image of walking away while my face was pressed to her feet. She crossed my office and walked out, leaving the door wide open for anyone passing by to look in as I crouched naked behind the chair. Frantic, and praying I was picking a safe moment, I dashed across my office, scooped up my clothes, and darted behind my desk. My thoughts quickly shifted to the sobering realization of what had just happened, and that I was now hiding naked behind my desk, trying to get dressed before anyone walked in. While Veronica had been in the room, I was unable to think ...
    rationally. The desire to do her bidding was like a narcotic. But now, the stupidity and shame of my behavior was all I could think about. I finished dressing and tried in vain to focus on my work. I could not help anticipating her return all afternoon, my cock leaping to attention each time I thought about it, but she did not reappear. I called my wife to explain that I would be home late due to my heavy workload. In reality, I only needed to stay late in order to handle the work that Veronica was supposed to be doing. And in doing her work, I realized that her control over me now extended beyond those moments that she was giving me direct commands. Later that night, the quiet drive home was offset by the screaming in my head. The disturbing reflections of my submission brought both an awareness that I was incapable of resisting her domination, and a frightening recognition that I desperately yearned for more. On my way to work Wednesday morning, I confronted an unsettling truth: Not only had my resistance to Veronica´s domination been futile, I no longer wanted to even try to resist. Strong feelings of guilt had been usurped by the powerfully erotic thrill that came from my submission. The arousal was so intense, the desire to serve her so overwhelming, that the recurring images of my humiliating behavior were keeping me in a state of almost perpetual erection. And each time I considered satisfying my ever-present need for release, recalling Veronica´s voice forbidding me to do so ...
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