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The Secretary
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
STORY # 17 THE MASTER CHRIS COLLECTION
THE SECRETARY
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You thought that you would always be a homemaker. When you
got married it looked great and then it seemed routine and then,
it was five years later and you thought that that was it. Now,
here you are, back as a secretary in a new job. You have been
working for a full week now and you are beginning to settle in.
You found that your fingers remembered how to type even when you
thought that you had forgotten. Your supervisor is a svelte
looking woman who has a particularly stern manner. Your boss is
one of the most attractive men you know. He is tall, strong,
dark haired with the sexiest voice you have ever heard. His name
is Mr. Rusko and he and your supervisor, Miss Branck have made
every effort to start you off in the new job. They told you that
you would have a one week trial period and that you had that time
to get yourself back up to speed. They were very generous in
telling you that any mistakes made during the trial period would
be forgiven. Miss Branck was very pleasant as she pointed out
the errors that you had made and by the end of the week, she
almost none to show you. You were pleased that both she and Mr.
Rusko complimented you on your work. You noticed, however, that
some of the other girls who have been with the company a while
did not get the same treatment over their mistakes. Just before
you left the office on Friday, you remember seeing Jeannie, the
girl in the desk next to yours, called by Miss Branck. Jeannie
looked nervous as she went over to talk to her. You saw that
Miss Branck looked very strict while she talked to her. Jeannie
wasn't very talkative when she came back to her desk and when you
invited her out for an after work drink, she told you that she
had to stay late to speak to Mr. Rusko and Miss Branck. She
looked awfully nervous and you wonder why. Surely they wouldn't
fire her for some typing mistakes, you think to yourself. Now,
as you enter the office, you see that Jeannie is already at her
desk looking as chipper as ever. "Good Morning Jeannie.", you
say to her pleasantly. "Hi there.", she replies. "How did your
Friday meeting go with the gruesome twosome?", you joke. Jeannie
immediately blushes red and she avoids your look. "It was O.K.",
she stammers. This has you even more curious. "Did you get into
trouble?", you ask. She nods her head. "How come you're so
nervous about it.", you ask her. She looks over at you coyly.
"You'll find out.", she says. Now you are really curious. What
does she mean? "Tell me.", you say. Jeannie blushes again. "I
can't.", she whispers. You insist and finally she relents.
"O.K.", she says, "but you can't tell anyone I told you." You
promise. "Well, sometimes, when I've made a lot of mistakes,
Miss Branck and Mr. Rusko make me stay after work is over and
then they punish me for my mistakes." Your eyes open wide in
disbelief as a shiver runs down your spine. "What do you mean?",
you say. "It's not just me.", says Jeannie, "most of the younger
girls get punished that way. When I first got told to stay late,
I was brought up to Mr. Rusko's office and they made me sit down
and then they told me about all of my mistakes. There weren't a
lot but they made a big deal about it. They finally gave me a
choice. They said that they knew that I was capable of good work
and that I could either leave the company or choose to be
punished by them. Anyway, I didn't want to leave, so I let them
punish me." You face is flushed at this story and you notice
that your pussy is already soaking wet at the story. "How did
they punish you?", you ask. Jeannie hesitates a long time before
she answers, "They spanked me just like a little girl." You are
really in an uproar now. Jeannie turns back to your work and you
start on your own but your mind is in a turmoil. The image of
young Jeannie being turned over Mr. Rusko's knee turns you on
like crazy. Dominance and submission games are your favorite
thing anyway and you imagine that Jeannie is lying across your
knee and that you are lifting her skirt and lowering her panties.
You look over at her and pretend that her thighs and buttocks are
slowly becoming revealed. Your thoughts drift in and out of the
exciting thoughts all morning and by the time lunch rolls around,
you take a break in the washroom to masturbate. You have to bite
your tongue while your fingers bring your wet pussy to a
shattering orgasm in only a few strokes. You are a little calmer
after lunch, but every time you look at Jeannie, you get turned
on all over again. Miss Branck calls you over in the late
afternoon. "The work you did last week was actually very high in
quality.", she tells you, "But I see that there are a number of
rather simple mistakes in today's effort. This is really not
acceptable. I will expect an immediate improvement or I'll have
to take some kind of action." You are embarrassed at the
scolding and you resolve yourself to improve your work. You
continue on with your day and your work does improve. At home
that night, your thoughts turn again to the 'punishments' of Miss
Branck and Mr. Rusko. You wonder what it would be like to be
submissive to the two of them at once. The thought is at once
exciting and disconcerting. Our lovemaking that night is the
best it has been in ages and you surrender yourself totally to
it. You ask me to tie your hands together and you love the
feeling of being helpless while being brought to an orgasm. The
next morning, you arrive to work with a glow on your face and it
doesn't go unnoticed by Jeannie. "Great night last night?", she
teases. You blush as you tell her about your lovemaking. Her
eyes open wide. "You really let him tie you up?", she asks. You
nod your head. "I could tell you a lot of stuff I've done.", you
tell her. "But, I'd better do it after work." Jeannie looks so
interested that maybe you'll actually tell her some of the things
you have done. You promise to go out with her after work and
exchange girl-talk. She would probably be turned on about
finding out what it would be like to submit herself to someone
else totally. Work continues as per usual but again today you
are distracted by the thoughts of your own sexuality. Just
before the end of the day, Miss Branck calls you over to her
desk. "Your work still contains a number of mistakes.", she
says, "I am really quite surprised. I think that your quality
was better last week than today. In any case, Mr. Rusko and I
would like to speak to you about it today right after work.
Please wait for me and we'll go up to his office together." Your
heart skips a beat. Your mind goes into overdrive and you head
back to your desk as though you are in a daze. You wonder if
they plan to punish you just like Jeannie. What would that be
like you think. You hope that they don't and you hope that they
do. Jeannie looks at you curiously as you sit down. "Are you
O.K.?", she asks. You nod your head. "I have to stay late
tonight.", you tell her, "Maybe we could meet later instead."
Her eyes open wide. "Oh...", she says. She writes her address
down on a piece of paper. It is not far from the office. A few
short minutes later, you and Miss Branck are alone in the office.
"Come with me.", she says. You follow her to the elevator and up
to the fourth floor. You notice that your hands are perspiring
and that you are really nervous. You enter Mr. Rusko's office
and sit down as instructed. Miss Branck sits next to you.
"Well, young lady", says Mr. Rusko, "It seems that our
congratulations were premature. Now, I know that you are capable
of quality work so the only conclusion I can come to is that you
simply aren't paying attention. Let me tell you the way that we
handle slovenly work here. We give the girls a choice. We tell
them that they can go and work for a company that is interested
in low quality work or they can choose to be punished here by
Miss Branck and myself. I can assure you that you will not find
the punishment comfortable. However, we have noticed that those
employees who have been punished are generally, happier and much
more productive. Now you also have that choice. Which will it
be?" Your heart is racing at a mile a minute. You really don't
want to be punished but the thought of it is a turn on and
besides, you really don't want to leave the company. "I'll be
punished by you.", you say in a whisper. Mr. Rusko smiles.
"Miss Branck will prepare you then.", he says. Miss Branck
stands up and takes you into the next room. Her look is quite
severe. You bow your head submissively and wait for her
instructions. "Remove all of your clothing.", she says. Your
hands are trembling as you reach for the buttons on your dress.
It soon falls to the floor and is soon followed by your, slip,
stockings and panties. Soon your are wearing nothing but your
jewelry. You wait patiently while you look at the floor. Miss
Branck stands back to admire your trim form. Her eyes linger on
your shaved pussy and you see her smile. "Very pretty.", she
says. She hands you a standard hospital gown that opens in the
back. It is short and comes down to just below your buttocks but
it does cover you. She turns you around and does up the one tie
in the back at the top. She turns you around again and looks to
make sure that you are ready. You are mortified that your
nipples have become quite hard and that your pussy is soaking
wet. She takes you by the arm and brings you back into Mr.
Rusko's office. The gown opens with every step you take and you
know that in a moment it will be completely exposed. Miss Branck
moves to the middle of the room and sits down in a
straight-backed chair. "Lie over my lap.", she says to you.
Hesitantly you do so, feeling the strange feeling of her nylons
against your bare skin. The gown falls naturally to the sides to
expose your buttocks to their gaze. You feel her cool hands
touch you for the first time. Her left hand is in the small of
your back and holds you firmly in the proper position. Her other
hand rests gently on your smooth bottom. The spanking starts
suddenly and you feel her sharp stinging slaps strike first one
cheek then the other. The spanking goes on for some time and the
heat rises slowly from your bottom as it continues. The heat
travels directly to your pussy as the erotic punishment
continues. You know that you are soaking wet and you hope they
don't find out. The whole event seems to happen in a daze as
though to someone else. Miss Branck stands you up and you feel
your bottom is hot. You think that this it is over and you wait
for her to bring you back to your clothes. Instead she brings
you over to the corner of the room. "You'll stand her 'on
display' until we tell you. She says. She places you facing the
corner just like a five-year-old who has just been chastised.
Your face turns red at the embarrassing position. You feel her
hands at your neck and suddenly the gown is untied and she lets
it fall to the floor. You are now completely naked in the corner
of the office and they have you stand there for perhaps five
minutes displaying your red bottom. The heat in your bottom
gradually diminishes until the warmest thing about you is wet
slit. The spanking by this woman has turned you on and you have
no idea what is to come next. The five minutes seem to go on
forever and you can sense Mr. Rusko and Miss Branck looking at
your helpless body. Finally you hear Mr. Rusko's voice, "All
right, then I'll complete your punishment now. Come here." You
hesitate for a moment. You know that as you turn around, you
will be exposing your entire body to him and you are embarrassed
to do that. Blushing yet again, you finally turn around and with
your eyes downcast submissively, you shuffle over to him. He has
you stand beside his chair for a moment as he looks at you. Your
hands have naturally covered yourself and he instructs you to
lower them. You do so and he looks directly at your firm breasts
and their hard nipples and your shaven slit. You know that your
hot juices are easily visible on your bare pussy lips thus
betraying your turned on condition. He makes you stand there for
a moment while he opens his drawer and takes out a black leather
strap and lays it on his desk. His large, strong hands reach out
to take your wrists and pull you over his lap. He lays the cold
leather strap on your buttocks and you shiver as you imagine the
sensation of the spanking to come. His strokes start a moment
later and your bottom is given a good paddling. When he stands
you up again, your bottom is hot and there are a couple of tears
on your cheeks. You stand before them submissively, no longer
attempting to cover yourself as they tell you that they expect to
see better work from you in the future. You dress hurriedly and
leave the building a few minutes later. You are walking in a
kind of daze as you find yourself at Jeannie's apartment. She
lets you in right away. Her look is concerned as you walk in.
"Are you O.K.?", she asks. You nod your head. "Did they....
spank you?" Again you nod your head. "Well, maybe I could put
some lotion on for you or something. Would that help?" She
leads you into her bedroom and helps take off your dress. You
lie on your stomach, naked again in front of a strange woman as
she begins gently rubbing lotion into your hot bottom. Her
fingers stroke you gently and you feel yourself becoming more and
more turned on. You hear her start to breath deeply and without
saying anything, you spread your legs slowly apart. Her hands
naturally slide lower and lower until her fingers discover your
wetness. You turn over and pull her face into your shaven pussy.
Her long, hot tongue slides right into you and the licking of
your pussy juices is soon followed up by the roving tongue
finding your hard clit. Jeannie's hands move up your body to
pinch your nipples hard and you let out a loud moan. Your orgasm
seems to start deep in your body and spread outward right to your
fingertips. It goes on for a long time and you cry out at the
pleasure. Afterwards, you and Jeannie lie together, "I know what
it's like.", she tells you, "I'm always so turned on after it
happens." You rest for awhile before making love again. This
time it is you who brings her to a climax. By the time you get
home, it is late but it is a warm, smiling, satisfied woman who
comes home to recount the hottest story she can remember
happening in a long time.
STORY # 18 THE MASTER CHRIS COLLECTION
ON DISPLAY
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It is Saturday evening and we have just finished a fabulous
meal. You have prepared a feast fit for kings and the romantic
candle-lit dinner has left us both in the mood for a little
after-dinner fun. "Come on.", I say, "Let's go play." You give
me your coy, little-girl smile. "Yes Sir.", you say. You follow
me meekly into the bedroom. You aren't sure quite what to expect
as I have made each evening an experience of the unexpected. I
have arranged our room with soft lights, and arranged the bed so
that you can fall right onto it. Very, very tenderly I start to
remove your clothing, kissing each part of you as it comes into
view. First your blouse drops to the floor and you feel my hot
breath as I kiss your neck and shoulders. You moan softly as I
give you a gentle bite. I am standing behind you and you lean
back against me as I reach around to undo the front clasp on your
bra. The lacy covering slides down your arms and falls to join
the silk blouse. You stretch your hands up behind your head and
you hold yourself there to expose your breasts fully to me. You
know that I love seeing you in this position better than any
other. My hands move softly across your smooth skin, stroking it
and moving in ever smaller circles toward your already hard
nipples. You secretly hope that I'll pinch them but I do not.
Instead, they feel the same soft gentle caressing that the rest
of you receives. My hands move lower now, stroking your belly
and you close your eyes to better experience the feeling as my
fingers undo the clasp to your skirt. It falls away from you
revealing your pale blue silk panties. They are one of your
favorite pairs and you know that they look great on you. You
feel me turning and you turn also, still with your hands up
behind your head. "Open your eyes.", I whisper. You look to see
us reflected in the full length mirror in our bedroom. Your long
lanky body is stretched out as though attached to me. Your
breasts are flattened against your chest and are topped with your
long brown nipples which are already getting hard. You see me
slowly sink to my knees behind you and start to slide your
panties down your legs. Your shaven pussy and its long slit is
slowly revealed. You step out of your panties, now completely
naked before me. My hands guide you to the bed lying you down on
your front and making sure that you are comfortable. You
surrender your body totally to me. You feel my large strong
hands touch your feet. They are drenched in warm oil.
"Mmmmm.", you say. Starting at your toes, I slowly move all the
way up your legs to your bottom. Over and over I rub your legs
until all the knots are out. This is totally unexpected but
wonderful. From your legs, I move up and start massaging your
bottom. The feeling is glorious. You feel my fingers dig deep
into the tissue releasing all the tension you have bottled up in
your body. Now my hands massage your back in long, strong
strokes from the small of your back all the way to your neck.
You allow your body to relax like a rag doll and the hot-oil
massage begins to sink in. By the time I am done with your back,
you are almost asleep. You offer no resistance when I turn you
over to begin on your front. I start with your temples and move
down your face. You have never had it so good. The massage
continues down your body, firmly massaging your arms and fingers
and then moving back up to your chest. The hot oil is softly
worked into your breasts and nipples and then lower down to your
belly and finally you feel your legs being spread apart to
receive the last of the massage and oil on the lips of your
pussy. The whole process has taken perhaps an hour, maybe less.
You are totally relaxed and more than a little turned on. You
open your eyes and stretch your hands out to me. "Come here.",
you say in a husky voice. I shake my head, smiling. I hold up
several silk scarves. "Can I use these on you I ask. You look
up into my eyes while a shiver runs through your belly. "O.K.",
you whisper. My hands are very gentle as they tie your wrists to
the head of the bed. One scarf becomes a gag and your mouth
opens wide to offer yourself submissively to it. Now that you
are truly helpless, you feel your pussy starting to get very wet.
You are totally relaxed, but the anticipation of what may happen
next is very exciting. I sit down beside you and begin playing
with your slippery nipples. I drip more hot oil on them and
begin rubbing it in. You feel my fingers pinching the nipples
only to have them escape by slipping though my fingers. You
close your eyes, enjoying the constant stimulation. All of a
sudden you hear the doorbell ring. The loud sound has you start
and your body tries to get up before it remembers that it is
attached to the bed. "Shhhhh", I say softly. "Relax. I'll be
back in a minute." I leave the room with you still tied to the
bed and helplessly gagged. I seem to be gone a long time before
I return. When I walk into the room, you are a little relieved
and then you see that I am followed by your friends; Bill and
Marge! You pull frantically at your bonds trying to get up.
Bill and Marge have never seen you in anything else but your
Sunday best. Bill is grinning wildly at your exposed body and
Marge looks a little shocked. It is obvious from your position
exactly what is happening here. Because of the gag you can't
even speak to them. Marge is standing at the end of the bed and
is trembling a little as she looks at you carefully. 'Perhaps
she is wondering what it would be like for her?', you think to
yourself. I am sitting down beside you again and you close your
eyes in embarrassment. "She loves being dominated.", you hear me
say and despite yourself, you feel your face blush red. "I have
had her dominated by both men and women. I gave her a massage a
little while ago before I tied her up. I think her body is
tremendous when it's covered in oil. Her nipples are my
favorite. Do you see how hard they are. Look at this, she loves
them to be pinched very hard." You feel my fingers at your
nipples pulling them hard away from your body. You are unable to
contain a moan at the sensation. Your eyes open to see Marge and
Bill looking at you closely. You notice that Marge is breathing
heavily and looks a little flushed herself. Marge says, "I think
we should go." "Please don't.", I say, "She's actually turned on
by your being here. Maybe you could do something for her. Could
you put these on her nipples?" Marge looks at the nipple clamps
with her eyes wide apart. "What are those?", she says in wonder.
"They're called nipple clips.", I say. Marge takes them in her
hand to examine them. "Don't they hurt?", she asks. "Sure, a
little.", I say, "but she really likes them. Marge looks at you
questioningly. "Do you really?", she asks in a small voice. You
nod your head. She moves slowly over to the side of the bed and
I move aside. She sits down beside you and takes one of the
clips in one hand. Her fingers are shaking as they pull one of
your nipples up and away from your breast to attach the clip to
it. Your eyes close and you moan at the sensation. You feel the
other nipple being pulled and pinched as Marge attaches the other
clip to it. You have never been so embarrassed as right now.
You feel Marge standing up and you open your eyes to see both
Marge and Bill looking at your body. "Look Honey.", says Bill,
her pussy's completely shaved! You feel my hands gently opening
your legs and you try to keep them closed. "Bill", I say, "would
you please tie her other knee like this one?" Between the two of
us your knees are now tied wide apart thus exposing your
embarrassingly wet pussy lips. My fingers pull your tender pussy
lips wide apart to further expose you to your friends. "One of
the things she enjoys best", I say, "is to be punished. Take a
look at some of these pictures." You see me take out our private
album and show the pictures of you being spanked just like a
little girl. The album contains graphics pictures of you and
despite the already exposing position you are now in, you find
yourself embarrassed again. Bill is standing just behind Marge
as they look through the album together. You can see that Marge
is turned on by the photographs and you see Bills hands reach
around her to play with her breasts. She leans back against him
and allows him to undo her blouse and slip his hands in to hold
her firm breasts. They stop at one picture in particular. "I'll
be attaching her like that in a few minutes." I say, "I figure
that I'll give her a good spanking until her bottom is pink and
then I'll use her vibrator on her until she comes while hanging
there. Do you like using a vibrator Marge?" Marge looks down
submissively as she whispers yes. Your vibrator is on the table
beside you. You see me pick it up and hand it to Marge. Her
blouse is now completely open and Bill completes the job by
removing it from her shoulders to reveal her trim breasts topped
with tiny pink nipples. "Here Marge", I say, "play with her with
it. Just don't let her come yet." Marge turns on the toy and
begins touching your hot, oiled body with the humming instrument.
She starts at the inside of your bound knees and works her way
upward. Soon you are straining to be touched directly on your
pussy but Marge won't allow it. She touches you all over, first
your belly, next your breasts, then the nipple clips and finally
back to your upper thighs but it is a long time before you feel
the vibrator right on your clit. She can't leave it there long
because it will only take a moment for you to come and she won't
allow it. It seems like an eternity for you as your body writhes
in its bonds seeking relief. Finally she stops, you open your
eyes to see that everyone's clothes are now on the floor and Bill
is sporting an erection that is, to say the least, impressive.
Bill and I untie you and reattach you standing with your hands
tied to the ceiling. Your legs are attached wide apart to leave
you completely accessible to us. Marge stands in front of you
and presses her body against your own slippery one. Bill stands
behind her and reaches around to remove your nipple clips. He
takes first one then the other and places them on Marge's pink
nipples instead. She gasps as she feels the piquant pinch of the
clamps for the first time ever. Marge stands behind you now and
you turn your head to see her holding a small leather strap. You
see her slide one hand into her brown haired pussy while the
other swings the leather against your buttocks. The first few
strokes are very light but soon she is smacking your smooth
bottom in sharp stinging strokes. The spanking turns you on even
more. It does not take long and it is over. You feel Marge's
hand rubbing your bottom and feeling the heat rising from it.
One then two of her fingers slide into your dripping pussy to wet
themselves and then they move further behind you to lubricate
your tight bottom. You reach up on your toes and moan behind the
silk gag as her fingers go particularly deep. Bill is standing
in front of you and you feel the tip of his massive hard-on
nudging against your pussy. Marge slides her fingers deep into
your body and you move forward naturally, thus impaling yourself
on Bill's cock. Marge controls the rhythm now as her fingers
slide in and out of your rear pushing you harder and harder onto
Bill's cock. You know you are close to coming but it is not to
be allowed yet. Marge removes her fingers and they are quickly
replaced by my cock. Now you are filled as never before. Bill's
large organ fills your pussy completely while my cock fills your
bottom. You close your eyes, savoring the sensation. You hear
the hum of the vibrator again and it touches your sensitive
breasts just as Bill and I start sliding in and out of you. You
feel me press against your well-spanked bottom and you are even
more turned on by the feeling. You open your eyes to look right
into Marge's. You open your mouths and your tongues touch in a
sensitive kiss that connects you all together. Bill and I start
thrusting in a perfect rhythm. He pulls out as I push in then
visa versa. Your body feels like its turning inside out. You
feel my body tighten in the beginning of my orgasm. The feeling
is too much for you and you feel both your pussy and ass tighten
on Bill and I as your orgasm starts from the depths of your belly
and flows outward. You cry out hard against the gag, letting
yourself scream really for the first time in your life as we all
begin coming together. Even Marge, with two fingers deep in her
pussy moans as her orgasm mingles with yours. It is perhaps the
most exquisite sensation you have ever encountered.
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