Pleasure In Control

Chapter 17

Slipping away un-noticed, I stepped quietly along the corridor and tapped on the Black Room door. It was now just before 2 am. Linda's voice sounded familiar, but lacked her usual air of confidence as she invited me in.

When I walked through the door, Linda was standing against the opposite wall with her hands behind her waist. She looked tense. She had changed her clothes and was hardly recognisable. She was wearing a long, black and very expensive sleeveless cocktail dress that concealed her entire body, from the high neckline right down to her ankles. Her face was heavily made up, with very dark red lips and thickly- yet expertly-applied black liner around her eyes, and her streaked auburn hair was pulled back tight in a severe pony-tail.

"Hi, come in, and close the door," she suggested.

I did.

Linda walked a few measured steps towards me. Her dress was split up both sides so that, as she stepped forward her legs were briefly visible and I could see she wore black glossy tights or stockings and stiletto-heeled open-toe shoes under her dress.

Linda invited me to sit and she sat down opposite me, crossing her legs carefully. Her dress fell aside and I couldn't help but see right to the tops of her opaque shiny stocking although I couldn't see what held them up.

Linda chatted about the evening in general terms, but it seemed she had something else on her mind. She nervously crossed and uncrossed her legs several times and, although she asked me for my opinions, she seemed uninterested in my replies.

I was interested in her legs.

Holding a champagne flute tightly in her hands, Linda paused for a few moments then began to speak quietly.

"Julia," she began, "tonight has been the culmination of the last 10 years of my life. Everything I've worked for has come together this evening, both in my business and personal life. And Julia," she continued, speaking even more slowly and softly, "you, yes only you, have finally made that possible."

Phew, the accolade was quite surprising and I was taken aback by Linda's openness. But not as much as I was by what happened next.

Linda continued to speak in deliberate, hushed tones. "Julia, you have made me very, very happy and the only way I can express my respect, my affection and my gratitude to you is to give you something very special. Something money cannot buy, something very, very personal."

I sat quietly for a moment as her words sank in and wondered exactly what she might be planning to give me. A family heirloom? A directorship of her company? Her treasured childhood teddy-bear?

But no, when it came, the offer was much, much more than that.

"Julia, I want to give myself to you."

I sat with my mouth open, stunned and confused, unable to speak. All I could do was stare.

Linda elaborated:

"I want to be your provider in every way. I want to satisfy your every desire and I want to serve you, to be your maid, your servant and your lover. I want to give myself over to you, totally. Place my trust in you and meet all of your needs. I want to be ... your ... ... ... slave"

Oh shit! Is all I could think, as I tried to assimilate all of the implications of Linda's offer, her promise, no, her demand.

As my mind raced I sensed an awesome, frightening and magnificent feeling of power and self-confidence well up in me, just like the time on stage several hours before, when Danielle had bowed down and kissed my boot, and long before that when Linda submitted to me in the Gold private room. But much stronger. I became intoxicated by the feelings of elation and boosted self-assurance that mingled with the sense of responsibility that Linda's role-reversal invested in me. Any tiredness I'd been feeling melted away.

I stood up.

Linda slid off the sofa and sank to her knees at my feet.

"In public I'm still your employer and hence your superior. But in our private lives I'm yours, to do with as you wish. I'm subservient to you and you are my mistress. Will you take me as your slave?" Linda pleaded, "Please!"

Instinctively, frighteningly and without hesitation I placed my hand on her head and bowed it down. "Linda," I replied, speaking clearly and commandingly, "you are mine."

I shuddered and let out a long wavering sigh as the gravity of what I had said sank in. Linda did not move, and I realised she was already waiting my first instruction.

"You can stand up now," I suggested, but Linda just looked up at me, eyes wide and appealing. I tried to re-tune into her vision of the relationship she craved, and changed my approach.

"Stand up," I instructed, assertively.

Linda obeyed at once. I was spellbound.

My pussy flushed from the powerful, undeniable excitement that I was experiencing. I was partly shocked and a little ashamed at the way I felt, but as long as I had Linda's permission to treat her this way I would derive maximum pleasure from my new-found superiority.

I needed to test the water, so I gave Linda several simple tasks to complete, including tidying the room and locking the door. I ensured that Linda knew she would ultimately be allowed to receive pleasure as well as to give it, but I did not want to undermine the dominant position Linda had conferred on me by her submission.

"Plump up the cushions on the sofas," I commanded, and Linda busied herself dutifully.

I was starting to get used to my new role and I took more control.

"You have finished your chores and you have done well; now, undress!" I insisted.

Linda looked very pleased.

She reached behind her neck and unfastened the high collar of her dress, allowing the front to fall away. She lowered her bare arms back down to her sides so I could look at her. Around her long neck she wore a wide purple leather choker with a metal ring at the front and metal studs around its upper and lower edges.

"Good," I affirmed, "now take off the dress."

Linda reached behind her back. Normally I would have offered to help with the zip, but things were different now. Linda struggled, but succeeded.

The dress dropped to her waist and my jaw dropped in surprise; I was totally unprepared for what she revealed beneath her respectable, sophisticated cocktail dress.

Her entire upper body was encased in smooth, shiny purple latex. Her normally rounded breasts were squeezed tight against her chest but her small, exquisite nipples jutted forwards invitingly, forced into pointed cones as they protruded through round holes cut in the front of the rubber bodice. Wide straps passed over her shoulders and as Linda pirouetted slowly, seeking my approval, my eyes fell on more than a dozen straps buckled tight across her back. Her lovely trim waist was pulled in by the taught latex and her neat navel was just visible.

Linda appeared pleased when I smiled and nodded silently in appreciation. She wriggled her feminine hips and hundreds of pounds worth of black designer fashion fell crumpled at her feet, exposing a deep garter belt in matching purple latex rubber with six wide suspender straps on each side. These supported her stockings, which I could now see were also made from latex rubber. Lastly, a small triangle or purple rubber barely concealed her pussy and, as Linda turned slowly once more to please me, I took pleasure in the view of her buttocks parted by the wide thong strap jammed tightly between them.

"Do you approve of me, mistress?" Linda enquired theatrically.

I insisted she turn another full 360 degrees then bend forward, keeping her knees straight. Linda obliged, and grasped her ankles with her hands, forcing her bum high in the air directly front of me. I reached out and kneaded her bare cheeks as though I was selecting tasty fruit in a French provincial market, then cupped my hand over her hot, latex-sheathed pussy that bulged from between her bare upper thighs. I ran my fingers along the outline of her cunt lips. I then pressed my middle finger over her cunt, pressing the latex into her widening slit.

"No, please, stop," Linda pleaded, "I don't deserve your attention." I pulled my hand away and told her to stand up.

"I hope you like this outfit," she continued, explaining: "It's not from the launch show, it's not even in the catalogue. In fact, it's a specially made one-off, for you."

Shit! I thought to myself, Linda is serious about this; she's been planning in advance. My head was spinning with confused thoughts and contradicting values but my hormones were in full control. 'This could be a whole lot of fun,' I thought to myself, and it was.

"Come here," I insisted.

Linda stood in front of me. I took hold of the ring at the front of her leather choker and pulled her face towards mine.

"Kiss me - on the lips!"

Linda pressed her dark red lips hard against mine and closed her eyes. She kissed me wetly, moistening my face with her saliva. Then she probed deep inside my mouth with her tongue. I sucked on it, allowed it to roam for a while, then I bit it gently.

Linda pulled back and looked sulky. I chastised her for insolence and informed her she must be punished. I instructed her to stand in a spread-eagle pose whilst I attached cuffs to her wrists and ankles. I clipped one spreader bar between her writs and attached a rope from the ceiling to its centre, pulling her arms high above her head. I attached another spreader bar, the longest I could find, across her ankles and Linda raised herself onto tip-toes. Her suspender straps pulled her stockings high up her thighs and her thong stretched taught over her pussy mound. Linda moaned quietly.

"Watch me," I commanded. And almost lost control of my senses.

I put on a most lascivious, provocative and dirty striptease show, beyond my wildest imagination. Knowing I had a captive audience of one brought out the most audacious exhibitionist streak in me. I felt safe, knowing that no-one could touch me. I felt so hot and sexy having seen and taken part in some of the most bizarre sex acts I'd ever encountered and I'd spent the evening, and half of the night, with some of the most wealthy, gorgeous and sensual lesbians in the country. I was on a high.

I very, very slowly unbuttoned my jacket, allowing the front to part only a fraction to allow Linda just a glimpse. She wouldn't have known that I too had changed before joining her and may have assumed I was still wearing demure silk underwear under my burgundy suit. But I wasn't. Opening the front of my jacket a little more, Linda could see just three buckled straps of black shiny patent leather running across my midriff, and a deep cleavage between my hot, swollen breasts, forced upwards and together by my new attire.

Linda rocked her pelvis as much as her restraints would allow and tried to twist her hips. Her thong had worked its way into her pussy crack and the edges of her outer labia were creeping out from the sides. I imagined how she must have been feeling.

Holding the lapels, I slipped my jacket off my shoulders and dropped it down my arms, allowing it to fall to the floor behind me. Linda sighed and swallowed hard as she took in the sight of my revealing glossy leather open-fronted bustiére. It concealed only the outer half of my breasts then ran down my sides to my waist. My back was covered, but at the front a strip of flesh at least 15 centimetres wide was left exposed, from my cleavage down to my navel, interrupted only by the three buckled straps that pulled the two sides of the garment together.

Just for fun, I pretended to unbuckle the top strap, but instead I tightened it even more, forcing my breasts further together and lifting them higher on my chest. My nipples pressed hard against the strong natural leather and I cupped my hands over them and squeezed.

My pleasure, Linda's punishment.

The punishment of deprivation, just like when she was at school. And she seemed to be loving every moment.

So was I.

I turned my back on Linda and placed one foot on the arm of the black sofa, hitching up my skirt to adjust my suspenders, tantalisingly out of her view. Then I did the same with the other leg. Then facing Linda, with my feet apart, I bent forward so my boobs spilled out of their restraining leather and I ran my hands over the front of my skirt as though I was smoothing and neatening the fabric. I deliberately lingered over my pussy and the tops of my thighs before moving them around to my bum cheeks. Turning my back on my captive colleague, I massaged my cheeks and pushed my bum towards her. Then I lowered the zipper and gradually slipped the burgundy tube down my legs. Looking up, I could see Linda's face in the mirror and I timed my movements to maximise her frustrated response.

My cheeks were bare and a narrow strip of black patent leather ran down between them; I could feel it taught against my arse-hole and I pulled my bum-crack wide apart so Linda could see.

Turning around, I stood tall and allowed my employer to feast on the shaped triangle of soft, shiny leather that covered my aching, eager pussy and the narrow leather suspender straps that attached my stockings to the lower edge of my bustiére. I paraded my leather-clad body in front of Linda. I taunted and teased her with my movements and I talked dirtier than I ever had before. The words flowed freely.

"Linda, my nipples are so fucking erect you would not believe. They are so big and so very hard and they are pressing against this sexy, sensual leather and making me feel so hot and randy. I want to get my heavy tits out and rub my huge, erect nipples against you. I feel like I want to pinch and squeeze my nipples so hard they hurt. I want to make my nipples bigger, longer and harder than they have ever been. Do you want to see them, Linda? Do you want to see my tits?"

Linda nodded.

"Soon, Linda, soon," I replied.

From the tell-tale, give-away size of her own erect nipples, Linda was as close to climax as I was. But she would have to wait.

"Linda, I'm just going to have to take off this stuff. Sorry you can't help," I mocked, and I began to remove my bustiére. After I had meticulously unclipped my stockings from their suspenders, I slowly released the three buckle straps one by one and peeled apart the soft leather that struggled to contain my breasts. I pushed my shoulders back and my boobs escaped, the cold air hit my aching, ring-adorned nipples. The shock was intense and they jutted out like reddened fingertips. I dropped the skimpy leather garment to the floor and cupped my breasts, proffering them towards my captive slave.

"Look what you've done!" I mocked, fingering my nipples and making them throb to attention. You'll have to make me come tonight. I can't go home like this!"

Linda nodded and thrust out her tongue. She bent her head down to try to reach my buds but I moved away.

"I'll tell you how. Later."

I needed to come sooner, not later, but I was on a power trip.

"And Linda, you can't imagine how wet my cunt is. I can feel my juices building up deep inside my cunt, just bursting to escape when I take off this fucking tight thong. My pussy lips are swollen and spread wide and my hole feels so big, so gaping wide open and so juiced up, just waiting for something interesting and satisfying to probe deep inside me. Shit, Linda, this leather thong rubs against my clit every time I move and it's driving me mad. My clit is so, so very sensitive; it's big and swollen it feels as though I've got a tiny prick between my legs, a woman's cunt-prick, ready to fuck you a woman's fuck."

I grasped the sides of the waist-strap and pulled the thong hard against my pussy, frigging myself against the inside and driving myself wild. I only just stopped in time before I came. I pulled the offending scrap of leather off my mound and down my thighs and I felt so totally naked, more aroused than I had ever been before and so self-confident I could have done absolutely anything.

My dirty-talk description of the area between my legs was pretty accurate. My juices ran down the inside of my legs and I had to stop myself from ramming several fingers deep inside my vagina.

Instead, I leant my shoulders against the wall, grasped my inner labial lips between my fingers and thumbs and pulled them wide apart.

"Look at my cunt, Linda." She did. "Look how wet and inviting it is. Is yours wet too Linda?" I asked, rhetorically.

Linda didn't answer.

"If you won't tell me, you must show me!" I insisted.

"Yes, Mistress" she replied.

I released Linda's wrists from the suspended bar. She sat back on the floor, obviously quite relieved. She should have asked permission first.

"Show me!" I repeated.

Linda couldn't take off her latex thong as her legs were still held wide apart by her ankle spreader so she stretched the purple rubber and pulled it across to one side. Her pussy gaped wide open and a mix of pussy lube and perspiration glistened on her pubic hair and her pink inner flesh.

"I thought so," I remarked, and took a closer look.

I had to stop myself from exclaiming in shear delight. Linda had a ring through a hole pierced in her clit hood.

The ring was quite large, it looked quite like stainless steel but was probably platinum and the small bud of her clitoris peeped out at me through its center.

"Especially for you, mistress," Linda remarked. I felt honoured, and even more horny. I couldn't wait to get my hands on it, later.

"Cover yourself, Linda," I continued, "That can wait. My cunt needs a fuck. Give me a G-spot orgasm."

I'd never found my own G-spot, but the Black room came equipped with a number of dildos and vibrators for just that purpose, so if I was going to have one, now was the time. And it was unlikely to take long.

"Yes, Mistress, but you'll have to release me. I can't walk," Linda explained.

I removed the spreader bar and Linda flexed her sore legs as she tottered across the room, unsteady on her high heels. She selected a carefully-chosen sex toy from the drawers and held up a very long, curved glass dildo, the end of which terminated in a small rounded knob. That looked promising.

But I was determined to maximize the thrill and take advantage of the unique equipment in the room I had created. I stepped a couple of paces to my left and reached up my arms.

"Strap me to this."

I instructed Linda to attach my arms and legs to the huge X shaped wooden cross on the wall. I moved my legs apart and she secured them firmly to the lower parts of the X with tight leather bands around my ankles, calves and thighs. Then She passed more leather straps around my wrists, lower arms, elbows and upper arms. Finally she buckled a wide leather clincher around my waist and strapped that tightly to the X. The effect was to tilt my pelvis back and thrust my Mound of Venus upwards and forwards. I was virtually immobilized, but I had put my complete trust in Linda. I knew she would obey me. I felt fantastic and my parted pussy ached as it craved Linda's attention.

Remembering some advice from Diane, I insisted we adopt a Safe Word.

"It needs to be a short, simple word that I can shout if I'm in serious danger and need to be released. 'No', 'Stop', 'Don't' or 'Help' are unsuitable; it must be a word that I would not expect to use in any context at any time during our sex."

"How about 'Man'", Linda suggested with a smile, "I can't imagine that would figure in anything between us." I saw the funny side and we agreed on 'Man'.

Taking charge again, I gave Linda more instructions. "Suck my nipples."

She did, expertly.

"Harder!"

Linda pulled my left nipple deep into her mouth and toyed with its ring using her tip of her tongue. I felt my teat grow long and swollen deep inside her hot, moist mouth. Then she released it suddenly and blew on it and the unexpected cooling effect added to my pleasure. On my instructions, she repeated the routine on my right bud and I savoured the feelings of simultaneously being totally helpless, yet totally in control.

Craving more tit-stimulation, I told Linda to rub herself against my boobs. She dragged purple latex across my breasts, then moved her chest expertly so her own exposed nipples rubbed against mine. If that made her feel the way it made me feel, she must have been very close to orgasm, but she continued to arouse me in this and other imaginative ways until reluctantly I told her to stop. I was ready now and told her to "Fuck my G-spot."

Without hesitation or further encouragement, Linda knelt between my feet. I looked down at her gorgeous streaked auburn-and-bronze hair and her intoxicating rubber-sheathed body; I longed to satisfy her, but this was my turn.

Linda smeared lube along the whole length of the curved glass tool she had chosen, and accurately positioned its tip against my pussy opening. I felt my eager lips part easily as my playmate slowly guided it into my slippery, accommodating hole. Linda gently twisted and probed me with the slender toy. It felt so long as she pushed more and more of its astounding length deeper and deeper into me and I wondered if I could take it all. Unable to see what she was doing I focused on the sensations, and waited.

Linda began to move the dildo in small circles as she searched for my legendary, most sensitive, inner place.

She found it.

She knew she had when I let out an urgent, uncontrollable cry. The feelings Linda was creating inside my vagina were fabulous, unlike anything I had experienced before. They reverberated deep inside me. They were powerful, accentuated by my inability to move more than just my hands, head and feet, and very, very arousing. I pulled against my restraining straps but to no avail. I cried and shouted even though, or maybe because, I knew only Linda would hear me.

My accomplice latched onto my slightest reaction, enabling her to focus her attentions on the exact, most sensitive spot hidden deep inside me, undiscovered until that night. She drew tiny circles, slow, then fast, then slow again. She suspended all movement for what seemed like forever then jabbed my spot with a staccato of short, rapid stabs.

Linda moved her other hand to my clit and I wished she hadn't as the intense sensations from my throbbing, aching bud detracted from the feelings from my G-spot. Then I reminded myself I was in charge.

"No, Linda, don't touch my clit," I ordered, and Linda obeyed at once. I wallowed in the glorious feelings of, of ... Pleasure In Control.

I felt my climax building to unexplored heights. I tried to rock and twist my pelvis to hasten its arrival but I was willingly immobilised. There was nothing I could do but entrust my total satisfaction to the attentive, enticing woman kneeling at my feet.

Linda looked up at me to seek permission, which I gave by a simple nod of my head, and gritted her teeth. She increased the speed of her probing and opened her mouth in tense anticipation.

I thought I would pass out. My whole body was on fire and screamed sex from every pore of my skin. Would my climax never come? How much longer could I survive the excruciatingly intense yet achingly-frustrating suspense of that indescribable moment just before Linda's attentions ... finally ... tipped me over the edge. I tilted my head back and looked upwards as I focused on the express train of pleasure that eventually, unstoppably, plunged deep into the hot tunnel of my cunt, raced through the center of my being and crashed in my head as my emotions let rip in a massive orgasmic explosion of pleasure and release. I screamed as wave after wave of intense climactic release washed over me. I pulled in vain against my strong, tight restraints and streams of perspiration poured down my skin. I was totally helpless and could do nothing to either accentuate or relieve the torment of my orgasm. I allowed the feelings to run their course as my muscles tensed and relaxed involuntarily. I was a passenger, strapped in on a roller-coaster ride, a driverless white-knuckle journey through my own body, and it was fantastic.

Gradually the feelings subsided and I instructed Linda to release me. She unbuckled the straps around my arms first and handed me a towel to mop my brow.

"You do it," I insisted and Linda tenderly dried my face, neck and then the rest of my weak and tingling body.

As she released the last bonds, she looked me intensely in the eye.

"Mistress," she began, "May I come now ... please?"

To my knowledge, Linda had not come once during the whole evening despite the veritable orgy of visual stimulation that had filled PROM. It was now 5:00 am and would be getting light outside. My mind raced as I explored the possibilities.

"Yes, Linda you may," I replied. "You have earned one orgasm. Come with me."

Linda smiled at the intentional double-entendre as I took her hand and led her to the reception area with its darkened windows looking out onto the street.

The building was in darkness and we were alone. Outside, late-night party-goers were making their way home, some walking and some in their stretch limos. They passed by the windows, often glancing towards us then looking away. The smoked glass in the full-height windows meant that we could see out but no-one should have been able to see us inside. Probably, but I couldn't be certain.

I stood in front of Linda, totally naked except for the wide leather clincher still fastened tightly around my waist. I felt so excited, so powerful and so desperate to touch Linda's gorgeous, slender body. I looked her up and down in the half-light; she was still wearing her purple latex top and her perfect nipples protruded enticingly through the apertures, hard and red, begging for attention.

Her long legs were tightly sheathed in shiny latex and the wide suspender straps traced provocatively over the pale flesh of her upper thighs. Only her long, narrow waist, her smooth arms and her finely sculpted shoulders were totally naked and visible to my roving, probing eyes and her exquisitely fine body was separated from her sophisticated business-woman's head by her wide purple leather choker. I wanted more.

"Turn around," I demanded.

Linda stood facing the window, feet slightly apart. One by one I unbuckled the straps across her back and slipped the supple rubber top off her shoulders and down her arms. Linda moaned as her gorgeous breasts returned to their perfect natural shape. I reached around to cup them in my hands and her firm, throbbing nipples pressed against my palms.

I slid my hands down her long, smooth midriff, over her rubber suspender belt and down its long straps to the Passionella logo clasps that attached them to her black glossy stockings. Unclipping them one by one I was soon able to unbuckle the wide purple belt around Linda's hips, letting it to fall in a squeaky heap on the floor at her feet. Instinctively Linda parted her feet a little more and, equally lacking self-control for a moment, I allowed my hands to roam over her hard, flat tummy, my fingertips only stopping when they reached the top edge of her tiny purple thong that dipped deeply at the center to scarcely conceal her pubic mound.

I motioned Linda to turn around and she stood with her back to the window, about six feet back from the large flat pane of darkened glass. Enough early morning light filtered through to illuminate the shape if not the detail of her long straight spine, her long, straight legs, and between them her tight, bare bum cheeks.

Squatting, I gently kicked the insides of her ankles. Linda responded correctly by parting her feet and I placed my hand on the back of her neck, bending her down until her shoulders touched her knees. Linda was very supple, almost double-jointed; she grasped the heels of her shoes and pushed her tight arse high into the air.

The tiny triangle of her thin latex thong stretched taught across her pussy mound. In the filtered daylight I could make out the crack of her cunt-gash and the shape of her clit-ring. I grasped the sides of her thong and pulled them up (which was really down) almost to the edge of her rib-cage, forcing the latex hard into her cunt and tight over the puckered rim of her arse-hole. Linda cried softly and rotated her hips whilst I adored the sight of the tiny purple triangle as it hopelessly struggled to contain the outer lips of her hot, swollen, perspiration-soaked pussy.

A small group of late-night revelers walked past and stopped briefly outside the Passionella building. Were they admiring the artistic, mildly-erotic decorations and logos engraved on the glass? Or were they admiring the sexy exhibition on display inside?Linda looked up at me from between her ankles, wondering what her mistress would do next. I kept her guessing for a moment whilst I positioned myself beside her. Then I sucked on the middle finger of my right hand until it was dripping wet with my saliva and ran it over Linda's latex barrier, from her anus right along her crack and up to her clit-hood ring.

Linda bucked and cried out and her body shook.

I did the same again, and Linda cried and moaned some more. "Oh, mistress, isn't it my turn to come yet?" she pleaded. I answered vaguely and she let out a sigh.

Linda relaxed a little as I peeled the hot, wet thong from her pussy and pulled it down just below her knees (as far as her parted legs would allow). The tight purple latex contrasted with the black of her rubber stockings as it cut into her soft flesh. A powerful aroma filled the air as her natural musky scent overcame the pungency of the rubber and copious amounts of natural, sticky pussy fluid welled up in her vagina. No longer constrained, her exposed labial lips parted as a long, quiet moan escaped from her facial lips.

"Pull your lips wider apart," I commanded, and Linda moved her hands from her ankles to the insides of her thighs. Reaching out her long fingers, she hooked a professionally-manicured nail under each inner pussy lip and dragged them apart. Her vagina opened wider and more slippery lube escaped and ran down onto her pierced clit hood.

"Shove them inside!" I demanded.

Linda obliged at once, sliding her two index fingers in as far as they would reach, deep into her gaping tunnel. Watching the spectacle over which I had complete control, I ran a finger down over my waist clincher, then slowly down my belly until it curled over my naked mound and landed on my aching clit. For a moment I closed my eyes and felt weak at the knees as an unbelievable sensation hit me. I hadn't realized just how aroused I had become and I nearly climaxed as my finger found home base.

When I reopened my eyes, Linda had her hands on her breasts and was trying to massage her nipples without me noticing.

"No, don't touch yourself!" I insisted, and she moved her hands back onto her ankles.

"You can put your hands on your knees now," I permitted, and Linda partly straightened up, her long spine forming a right-angle with her legs. Linda's firm breasts hung down in perfect hemispheres and her fiery nipples pointed down at the floor in long buds protruding from dark, raised areolae. Linda looked up at me as I moved around above her head. The ring on the front of her choker swung free and gave me an idea.

Taking one of the helium balloons left behind by the hospitality team, I tore off its silk ribbon complete with Passionella logo floor weight. Kneeling under Linda's torso, I reached between her legs and threaded the free end of the ribbon through her clit-hood-ring. Then, pulling it through and up between her breasts I knotted it onto the larger ring on her choker so the weight hung level with her knees, just above her tight-stretched latex panties.

I stood up and walked around behind her again and in the faint daylight, saw the calculated effect of Linda's new adornment. Her every smallest movement caused the weight to swing, transmitting its movements directly to her clit-hood. Linda let out a tiny cry, then picked up the rhythm to maximize her pleasure. She raised and lowered her shoulders a fraction so that the tension from her choker dragged the ribbon back and forth through her clit-ring. I watched mesmerized as her hood was pulled back, momentarily exposing her moist pink bud which then disappeared as her hood encased it again before the ribbon once more pulled it back and her bud peeped provocatively from under its shroud. In addition, the rough surface of the ribbon caused small vibrations to be transmitted to her clit as it slid through her ring.

Worried that Linda would bring herself to her desperately craved orgasm, I instructed her to stand up.

Linda's breasts ran with beads of perspiration and her cheeks were hot and flushed. Her eyes spoke volumes, crying 'how much longer?' Linda fixed my stare and stood facing me. Slowly she rocked her pelvis, rubbing her clit up and down the narrow strip of burgundy silk ribbon whilst moaning softly.

Taking the ribbon like a leash, I led Linda away from the illumination of the windows. With a single sweep of my forearm, I cleared the top of Rachel's desk and helped Linda to lie back on its leather surface.

I pulled Linda's thong the rest of the way down her glossy rubber stockings and off over her shoes. Linda obligingly pulled up her knees and dug her heels into the corners of Rachel's desk. The long silk strand draped down her pussy gash and over the edge of the desk, pulling the ribbon against Linda's clit. She rocked her hips to accentuate the sensations until I chastised her for her disobedience and prevented her from continuing by untying the ribbon from her choker.

Climbing onto the desk, I straddled Linda with my knees either side of her waist and my arse tantalizingly close to her face. Taking the free end of the ribbon I tied it in a loop through one of my nipple rings. Now I could control the movement of the ribbon, whilst sharing the sensations. As I rocked my body back, the ribbon pulled on my nipple whilst sliding through Linda's hood ring and dragging along the length of her slit and over her clit. I sank my bum onto Linda's face and instructed her to lick me.

She did.

She lashed my clit with her tongue, poked it in my cunt hole and ran it over the smooth-shaven soft flesh of my bulging mound. She was highly skilled and knew just how to turn me on. But in between strokes, she moaned and pleaded with me.

"Oh, mistress Julia, won't you make me come too? Please!!"

I dipped my shoulders and allowed the ribbon to slide back down through her gash, enjoying the tension on my nipple ring and the sensations of the friction that were transmitted through the ribbon.

But my orgasm was building deep inside me and I did owe Linda. I untied the ribbon and slipped it through its rings, dropping it to the floor.

Linda sensed what was to come next - it was her. She spread her knees wide apart and I sank my face deep into her pussy.

I licked and nibbled at her inner labia then I sucked her clit-ring into my mouth, biting it between my front teeth and pulling her hood away to expose her hot, pink clit. Repeatedly I let go, making Linda spasm as her hood quickly retracted. I ran my tongue up and along the insides of her thighs as far as the edge of her latex stockings, rubbing my face against the taught, smooth latex then back again to her pussy. The reveled in the feel of the rubber against my face and I reached around her arse cheeks with my hands. I pulled them apart, spreading her anus and her vagina as wide as I could.

Linda was working my cunt with her mouth too as we raced towards our orgasms. Linda's body was hot and alive beneath me and perspiration poured off us to form a deliciously slippery, sweaty layer of aromatic lubricant between our torsos.

Linda slipped her hands under my belly where I could feel them pulling and pinching her nipples, then she moved them onto my bum where she massaged and squeezed and slapped my cheeks. Her muffled groans sent vibrations deep into my cunt and I desperately needed to come but I also wanted to keep my promise - it was Linda's turn.

I took her clit-ring between my front teeth again and gently pulled her hood away from the sensitive bud it tried hopelessly to conceal, then released it and probed under it with my tongue. I moved my mouth down to her entrance and shoved my tongue as far into her open vagina as I could, lapping up copious amounts of delicious pussy juice.

I sensed she was right on the brink and I lifted my face from her pussy for a moment.

"Come bitch, come!" I shouted, half encouragement and half instruction as I gave her the permission she needed. "Fuck you, Linda, let go!" Then I took a deep breath and dived in again, frantically licking and sucking at Linda's gorgeous pouting, quivering cunt.

Finally her hot body tensed and convulsed under me. She turned her face away from my pussy and let out a long, awesomely powerful scream as her long-awaited climax ripped through her. She bucked and twisted and she wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me harder down onto her. She moaned unintelligible obscenities and expressions of satisfaction and she squeezed her thighs together, trapping me head between them to ensure I did not pull away from her orgasmic cunt.

My own pussy was in need of some serious satisfaction by now and thankfully Linda stayed focused. Even as her own climax consumed her, Linda obediently returned her hot mouth to my gash and concentrated on my throbbing clit. It was incredibly sensitive and Linda rolled the tip of her tongue over, under and around my bud, teasing and tormenting me to an even higher state of desperation as I craved the release of another gorgeously self-satisfying orgasm.

It arrived like a clap of thunder, hitting me hard and consuming every corner of my mind and body. I shouted out, arched my back and pressed my cunt down hard against Linda's face as I came. I threw my head back, screamed and, taking my weight on one arm, clasped a breast with me free hand. I squeezed its nipple uncontrollably as I extracted every last ounce of pleasurable sensation from my climax, gyrating my hips and grinding my mound against Linda's sophisticated face.

People in the street must have heard us, but I didn't care. Linda panted and moaned between expressions of satisfaction including: "Oh shit, that was fucking fantastic" and "No-one's ever made me feel like that before." Her body continued to shudder and spasm beneath mine as the last drop of orgasmic energy subsided from her, then she relaxed.

I climbed off Linda and helped her down off Rachel's desk.

I thought she was about to kiss me again, but instead she leaned forward and whispered in my ear: "You are too kind to me, mistress ... " Then, kneeling at my feet, she wrapped her arms around my bum and squeezed, pressing the side of her face against my tummy. Looking up at me, she finished her sentence: " ... and it sure makes a change to allow someone else to be in charge."

"You mean, 'In Control', don't you?"

Linda smiled. "Yes, you've discovered that there really is 'Pleasure in Control'."

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Over the next weeks and months, our lesbian Dominaitrix/Slave relationship strengthened and grew. I moved out of my company apartment and moved into Linda's country mansion home. She gave up her master bedroom (or as we chose to call it, the Mistress bedroom) and we lived together mostly as good friends, adopting our Superior/Subordinate roles by mutual consent. We dressed in ever more wildy exotic clothes that reflected our personae. We equipped the house with bondage and restraint equipment in several rooms and we made frequent use of the Private Rooms at PROM.

Linda confided in me in many ways, telling more about her past, her experiences and her vivid, imaginative fantasies, many of which we enacted during our sexually intense free weekends.

She also revealed that the Passionella parent company in Italy did not exist and never had. Passionella was a complete fabrication, created by Linda solely to satisfy her personal ambitions and desires. She had all the branded clothes made for her to her own designs by small, specialised and very discreet lingerie and exotica manufacturers in the UK. She used the legitimate and highly lucrative business to finance her opulent lifestyle. She attracted and enjoyed the company of many wealthy, beautiful and like-minded women amongst her clients and recruited colleagues and employees primarily to satisfy her own needs and desires as well as those of her customers.

I continued to work for Linda on a number of special projects designed to entice a wider and more varied all-female clientele (with their unusual and seemingly insatiable sexual desires) and to provide adventurous and imaginative ways to meet and exceed their expectations. I also had a lot of fun and learnt a lot about women, especially myself.

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So, now it's finished. Thanks to everyone who's stayed with me and my stories, my fantasies, my fetishes and my recollections all the way though. I hope you've enjoyed the journey as much as I have. And special thanks to everyone who's sent feedback. I seem to have lost touch ;-) with a couple of my girlfriends along the way - please write again, I miss you. I'd love to hear from anyone who wants to share their thoughts with me - about my story and about themselves too.

I have some more stories under way, some connected with Passionella and some not. Keep looking out, keep reading and keep doing whatever it is that I make you feel like doing. And girls, keep wearing that sexy lingerie; what you wear says so much about you.

xxx Julia