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Blair Stevens was already late when she left her fashionable apartment. She wanted to make a good impression on the newest partner in the CPA firm where she worked as one of the Senior Staff Members. Although the pretty brunette with long legs had advanced rapidly in the firm she felt somewhat apprehensive about her newest supervisor. Tasha Cantrall was........ very demanding. She had advanced far more rapidly than Blair; having joined the firm only two years ago. The sleek black lady with the fantastic legs; rock hard stomach and small but firm breasts had been on the fast track with the firm from the moment she gracefully walked through the large glass doors of the most prestigious Accounting firm in Cleveland, Ohio. To accentuate her spiral to the top she had just recently landed the entire management contract for one of the hottest rap groups in the country. The fees would be enormous and the older pot bellied white partners were ecstatic about the landing of such a prestigious client. At the publicized signing of the engagement letter the announcement was made that Tasha would be the New Partner in charge of the "Bad Boys"... The name of the group was indicative of the way the group conducted not only their business but also their private lives. The four black members of the rap group were for the most part a very unsavory group of ........ men..... Their vicious and cruel antics were already legendary in the Cleveland press.... But for the smiling senior partners what was important was the all powerful engagement fees. And those fees were going to be immense..... Tasha was given complete autonomy over her staff. The first staff person selected was Blair Stevens; the beautiful and somewhat shy Brunette with the long, long legs... Although Blair dressed somewhat conservatively there was no mistaking the beauty that was just below the stern business suits that she preferred. The skirts came to at least three inches above her dimpled knees and the blouses were for the most part fairly snug; barely hiding her very impressive 36C breasts. Blair tried to camouflage her sexuality... but the fact remained that Blairís pretty hard tipped breasts did not require assistance to remain firm and upright... On more than one occasion Blair innocently let the darker band of her hose become exposed; allowing the young studs in the bull pen a feast for their overworked eyes. Blair had the reputation of being a "Bitch" and the teasing of the younger male accountants added to her already negative ratings. Most of the young men had asked the young beauty out only to be rebuffed in a rather cool and cutting manner. Thereafter most of the males in the office contented themselves to take in the sensual teasing that Blair was famous for. However on this first day under her new partner Blair was cursing herself for oversleeping.... She thought to herself; "if only she had not went to bed with her small but powerful vibrator the night before she would not have overslept...." You see, Blair, although very modest and shy to her co workers possessed a keen and powerful sense of burning sexuality just below the surface. One of Blairís personality flaws was that she was a total submissive that craved humiliation... She had experienced this ordeal only last week-end. Fortunately the Domintrix that she pleased was only visiting the bustling Cleveland area. Although the Domintrix had promised to return to "properly train" Blair she had to return to Racine, Wisconsin the following Monday. When Blair rushed in to the newly decorated plush office of her new supervisor she was pretty much disheveled... She had worn a olive suit; taupe blouse; her always present hose and garter; and olive four inch heels to accentuate her already firm and beautiful legs. Her shoulder length brown hair was in disarray caused by her scurrying to arrive at soon as possible... She imprudently burst into Tashaís office and was startled to find not only Tashaís distressed glare but also the snarling black faces of the firmís newest clients. "Iím so sorry Ms. Cantrall... I should have knocked" she apologized. The assembled cast from hell merely showed their disgust by ignoring the harried young beauty and returning their attention to Tasha.... Tasha was half seated on her new Cherry desk with her long beautiful black legs dangling... catching the rapt attention of the four black musicians. Her legs appeared even longer in the white silk hose... The top three buttons were undone on her white satin blouse... Her long reddish tinted hair glowed in the early morning sunlight cascading through the eight foot windows surrounding the luxurious office on two sides. Tasha merely pointed to an empty chair in the back of the room with her long index finger with the crimson painted nails. The meeting went on for another forty five minutes but none of the musicians were in any hurry to leave the presence of the sleek black woman that was causing their long black manhood to harden uncomfortably in their tight jeans... At long last Tasha summarized her tax analysis of their expanding public domain... The seated musicians were in awe.... Tasha then turned to the seated white girl..... "Blair.. Go Fetch the Bad Boys some coffee....."
Blair was startled by the sudden crass order... She was a Senior Staff CPA and she had just been ordered to "Fetch" some coffee like some secretarial trainee.... Although flustered she gracefully rose and attended to the firmís newest (and richest) clients. When she returned with the coffee she handed each of the black musicians their coffee and asked if they wanted anything else..... She instantly realized her error when the first seated black man put his hand on her firm ass cheeks...."How about a little piece of this white tail sweet cheeks," he insolently asked.... The cutting remark immediately brought laughter to the other seated band members. Blushing, Blair somehow was able to endure the sharp little comment.... After the four musicians had finished their coffee (and managed to deflate their hard cocks) they stood and thanked Tasha for her enlightening synopsis of their tax situation...... They arrogantly walked out the door.... Blair stood fuming as the last of the four black men departed and closed the heavy oak door guarding the inner office... Tasha turned to the steaming young beauty and with a caustic expression merely pointed out the obvious, "Blair.... for better or worse you are under my personal direction. You live and breathe at my beck and call and I want you to know that you have already displeased me on only your first day..... And another thing.... I know that you are currently only three months away from being vested in your 401-K plan.." She let the last statement sink in... I felt a dread settle in my already distraught mind..... As I looked up she could sense my trepidation. My body started involuntarily shaking as the beautiful black woman continued to stare at me....... I felt as if her eyes could sense my fear and my............ my arousal... My nipples were hard; my lips were swollen and I felt the first signs of moisture coating my inner most passage. The black partner casually walked over to me; and then slowly walked around to my back. I stood facing her desk frightened to turn and face the younger, taller woman. She pressed her lips next to my right ear.... "I have heard the rumors about you Blair. I expect total obedience; anything less will result in unspeakable discipline... Do we understand each other my dear ?" I stood silently shivering... my mind raced. "How could she know; OH GOD how could she know ?" The lips were very close to my ear.... I could feel her sweet breath as it escaped her lips..."You are mine Blair.. And the sooner that you acknowledge your..... surrender; the easier it will be on you." I felt the tips of my breasts harden as the softly spoken words registered. No doubt the tone will change, and change rapidly... I thought to myself; "It always starts out gentle... but then something inevitably changes... And when it changes I find myself at the mercy of my mistress... or my master." "I will do my best to please you Ms. Cantrall," I softly speak. "Do you like my nails Blair ?" Tasha asks as she extends her right index finger in front of my lips... I follow the slow journey as the finger caresses the air and then very slowly touches my lips... I try to stand still but I am certain Tasha can feel my tight firm body as it shivers... my subservience is starting again.... there is nothing that I can do to delay the progression..... The cocoa colored finger with the crimson nail covering rubs against my lips... I try to meekly stand and experience the sensual seduction.... After several moments I allow my lips to slightly part. This is the opening that Tasha was waiting for. The sleek finger probes my warm, wet oral cavity.... She slowly saws the finger in and out... I close my eyes and stand silently before my superior..... I feel Tasha's left hand fall to the tender curve of my right thigh... it slowly moves up and down my firm flesh..... finally resting on the thin garter strap holding the back of my hose..... I hear Tasha's breath escape against my ear.... "You please me darling..... " The imitation cock that has lodged itself between my lips finally pulls back... I gasp a short sob as I feel her right hand fall to the top of my heaving breast.. My nipples are hard and they are peeking out over the top of my underwire wonder bra... The taupe blouse has scraped the tender little orbs and the sensation is rapidly transferred to my warm little slit... I feel myself becoming squishy...... My lace panties feel as it they are pulled tight against my lightly trimmed bush..... The two black hands tease me... they bring me close... but then they stop... Tasha's right hand softy; gently cradles my small but firm woman flesh... she handles my sensitive breasts as one would handle a ripe peach... Her left hand is making slow circular motions on my now swaying ass cheeks. I want her to do more but she backs away when I thrust myself forward against her maddening fingers... She quietly laughs at my discomfort. I could tell that Tasha has trained girls before.... My mind acknowledges the fact that I will soon be her newest little pet... and I am anxious for my journey to start. I realize that she will rarely be this gentle in the future.... Pussy Sluts are treated harshly and that is what I will become to her.... Her personal Pussy Slut..... Abruptly her caressing hands stop.... She walks sensously forward and sits gracefully in her oversized executive chair. As she sits down her already too short skirt rises.... exposing her tender warm thighs... Mrs. Tasha Cantrall makes no effort to pull down her short skirt. She like me is wearing hose... the white silk is a vivid contrast to her light chocolate skin.... My eyes travel to her red lips awaiting instructions...
She makes me wait...... I stand trembling before her....I can sense that she enjoys my torment.... my anxiety as she makes me wait... wait for my journey..... I understand that the next step will be far more severe.... "Are you wet Blair ?" Tasha asks.... I let my eyes fall to the floor...... After what seems like an eternity I merely nod.... Tasha was not satisfied at my response.... "I didn't hear you little tramp.... Is my new Pet wet ? Is her little hole seeping her smelly little fluid in her clean white panties ?" The vivid questions made me even hotter... My internal thermostat had completely overheated... "Ms. Cantrall...... may I leave ?" I softly begged. Laughter reverberated throughout the room. "No you may not leave... In fact I may call in some of the horny little toads that you have teased over the last several months. I think they would enjoy the game we are going to play Blair... Now answer me you little whore... Is your disgusting little hole wet.... is your creme running down the inside of your thighs..... Don't lie to me you little tramp or you will feel the switch !" The sudden brutal harsh tone brought a small tear to my eye. This was moving far too rapidly. Here I was standing in front of the newest partner in the accounting firm where I worked. I was totally aroused at her casual caressing.... I craved her commands.... I knew what was going to happen and I was powerless to halt it. "Lift your skirt you little whore... Show me that loathsome little pussy of yours... NOW! little whore !!" Tasha commanded. I wanted to resist.... I desperately wanted to escape the coming submission.... the coming surrender. I looked at the door but I knew I was not going to leave Tasha's domination.... With my eyes returning to the floor I reached for the hem on my olive skirt.... I couldn't look at Tasha as I slowly raised the taut skirt; inch by agonizing inch... I let my tongue coat my lips as I felt the cool air coat my upper thighs. When the skirt reached the tops of my hose I closed my eyes.... I couldn't face Tasha.... I could feel her dark forbidding eyes consume my hot body.... Tasha did not speak. I merely stood before my new Mistress with my skirt bunched around my waist. She could see my legs shake.... she could sense my arousal... my tender flaps felt as it they were completely swollen with blood... my oily little clit protruded against my now soaked white lace panties. My breathing was heavy.... my breasts were trembling from excitement. The sharp shrill sound of the office intercom reverberated throughout the room. My eyes shot open.... I caught Tasha's smiling face as her hand reached for the receiver.... "Yes..." was her simple reply. A smile crept over her face... She stared at me and I saw her sparkling eyes as she too was very aroused. She had slightly parted her legs which she now brought together.... "Have her bring the reports in..." As she replaced the receiver in the cradle she again looked up at my startled face. "Spread your legs to shoulder width... And don't you dare drop the hem of your skirt you little tramp....." The icy words shocked my already trembling body. I obeyed..... Tasha knew that I would... she knew that I could not disobey her sharp commands. I turned my head to look at the door.... I froze as my eyes caught the movement of the handle as it slowly turned..... The newest staff accountant; a petite blonde with shoulder length hair casually entered and stopped frozen in her tracks when she saw the disgusting exhibition of me holding my skirt around my waist... with my soaked white panties and hose completely exposed. I felt my honey like lubricant slowly drip down the inside of my thighs as the young blonde stood shocked in the doorway....
As the three of us quietly exchanged heated glances Tasha finally spoke. "Miss Carlson... Bring me the Bad Boys report..." The startled Blonde quickly broke her stare and walked the several paces to the huge Cherry desk... She laid the report in the middle and started to rapidly retreat... Before she reached the door Tasha spoke again.... "Miss Carlson... Do you know why Blair is standing with her skirt around her hips ?" The Blonde again turned to face the tall black woman... She merely nodded her head.. the blonde hair flailing back and forth. "Blair is my Pet..... As such she will do whatever I tell her... Isn't that right Blair...." I stood with my skirt around my waist... I turned and could see the anxiety on the Blonde's face. I merely softly sobbed, "Yes....," and then quickly looked away from the pretty blonde's smiling face.... I thought that I could sense something in her blue eyes..... OH GOD the embarrassment... the humiliation.... The blonde muttered to herself as she reached the door and quickly made her exit.... Before closing the door she turned her pretty face and I could see her smirking little smile..... "Come to me Pet....." Tasha ordered. Unable to offer any further resistance I walked the several paces until I was to the side of Tasha's large desk. I was careful to not allow my skirt to fall below my waist. Tasha turned and made some notes on a yellow pad while I meekly stood by my tormentor. After several moments she turned to face me... she had let her legs fall apart and I looked down to see her black panties. The sight made me drip even more... Tasha brought her finger to the top of my hose.... She looked up into my face as she let her finger nail scrape my tender white skin as she pushed her finger upward. The nail brought a bright red streak where it was pressed against my tender flesh. I thought about backing up... but I knew Tasha would not permit my retreat.... Her finger finally reached my soaked panties.... She scraped my hard clit through the lace with her long pointed fingernail... the red painted nail contrasted sharply with my white lace panties. Tasha heard me suck in my breath as she tormented my oily little clit..... "Oh God... have Mercy..." I begged. MY begging brought a more forceful caress... I felt her grab my throbbing little organ between her finger and thumb... she squeezed and I screamed.... "Oh MY GODDDDD.... DON'T ! PLEASE GOD DON'T!" Her grip on my most sensitive sex was causing me to shake uncontrollably.... I was near climax but Tasha would not cease her cruel manipulation of my clit.... My panties were soaked.... the fluid leaking down the inside of my thighs.... and yet Tasha continued to squeeze and manipulate my tormented womanhood.... I was thrusting my hips forward attempting to reach the culmination of pleasure..... At each plateau Tasha would retreat... allowing my tormented slit to relax a moment before she would then viciously squeeze and scrape my tormented clitoris.... I craved the climax that Tasha denied me... she brought me so close but then did not permit me to have my orgasm.... As her one hand tormented my hard red clit I felt the fingers of her other hand slip between my hot skin and the legband of my panties.... I willingly opened my legs even more and thrust my hair lined pussy towards Tasha's pleasure producing fingers... She was enjoying my torment.... "Come on my little Pussy Slut.... Come on... give me a little more of that white girl pussy.... show me what a worthless little tramp you are...." Tasha's words excited me... forcing me to give more and more of myself to her brutal mercy...... I felt her fingers leave the legband of my panties and I frantically pushed my mound forward; lost by the removal of her warm fingers. Thankfully the absence of her fingers was only momentarily as I felt the fingers fasten on the waist band of my panties... Immediately I raised my skirt higher allowing Tasha complete access to my panties.... I knew she was going to strip me...... I felt myself leak more honey dew.... I couldn't imagine how soaked my thighs were..... Tasha enjoyed my torment..... Her fingers grasped the waist of my panties but pulled them down ever so slowly... I attempted to assist her but she slapped my hands.." Get your filthy hands away you little slut....." she rebuked. As the panties were slid down my wet thighs I begged my Mistress...... "Please have mercy..... finish me... oh God Please Make Me CUM....." She did not remove my panties completely but merely left them at the top of my hose..... "Spread those white legs Blair... Spread your legs and I will frig you.... What do you say Blair.... Do you want me to Finger Fuck you to Climax you little whore ?" I was nearing exhaustion.... but I was just seconds away from pleasure... degrading pleasure that I had to HAVE..... Tasha's fingers were talented..... I am positive she had trained pets before me.... The last seconds before my orgasm were short and brutal... She thrust three of her fingers deep into my sloppy passage... she was delivering her new pet a message.... She could provide me pleasure.... or she could administer me pain.... I did not recognize the sensation... it could have been either as she brought me to the end of my first journey.... As her fingers brutally spread my tight hair lined slit she roughly massaged my super sensitive; red and swollen clit... I didn't know if it the wetness I felt was my own lubricant or if Tasha had bled me.... the wetness was warm and my pleasure was finally complete... In retrospect I am confident that my co-workers heard my impassioned screams as I let myself be consumed with the final throes of my climax... It was overpowering........... as the pleasure finally ebbed I felt my exhausted body collapse to the floor beside my seated Black Mistress.... As I struggled to regain my breath I felt Tasha's soaked fingers softly caress my messed and tangled hair... She was wiping my pussy juice in my hair... My head fell to her legs........ She allowed me several minutes to recover..... Embarrassed and humiliated I finally pulled myself up.... Reaching down I started to pull up my panties... Tasha slapped my hands getting my attention.... "Your panties are mine. Leave them on the desk and get the hell out of my office...." Hurriedly I pulled the white lace panties over my four inch heels and deposited them on my Mistress' desk... Without turning around I smoothed my rumpled and sweat stained skirt and tried to make my way to the door.... "Blair......." Tasha stated... I turned and meekly looked at my owner..... "Blair you are such a tramp...... After work tonight..... Meet me at my apartment.... Your training will begin in earnest.. I will have Miss Carlson bring you your instructions......" "Yes Mistress......" I subserviently responded.... As I stepped from Tasha's office I could feel every set of eyes observe my every movement..... I felt my face blush....

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