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I was watching some porn - two pretty cunts, one licking the other, and had quite a hard-on - when I heard my own cunt's footsteps on the stairs. I decided to ignore her. I just kept watching the movie and leaned back in my desk chair.
"Nice pussy", I thought, watching a tongue slither across lips and clit. I heard approaching footsteps but pretended that I didn't.
She dropped her bag on the coffee table. Threw her coat on the couch. I was quite sure she was wearing working clothes, classic but classy: she'd probably taken of her panties on arriving home. Her footsteps halted right beside my chair.
"Hallo my love", she whispered and kissed me on the temple. I gave no response. Like an uncoiling snake my right hand shot up and grabbed her hair. I pulled her head back, forced her to her knees and wrung her ear close to my mouth.
"My cock is dirty, bitch. It needs cleaning and I know no better apparel to achieve that goal than your worthless tongue and mouth. Do you?"
She remained silent. I pulled her hair again and grabbed her chin.
"Do you!"
She succeeded in shaking her head.
"No, my love. I would be grateful if you would allow me to clean your dirty cock."
"You sure? I was thinking about taking a shower", I said and forced her to look me in the eyes.
"Sometimes I believe you're not up to the task. Or worse, that you don't like to lick my unwashed cock. I'm convinced at times that you consider your mouth to be too precious a tool for such a lowly task."
I released her.
"Get undressed."
She rose quickly and started to unbutton her blouse.
"On the other hand, ..."
She froze immediately. I couldn't help but notice her uncertainty.
"Get a collar", I said. "The one that says slut. And some ropes and chains. I want to watch these cunts a little longer. At least they know what they're doing."
The sound of her footsteps informed me she obeyed, though sometimes she would only pretend to do so and then return after having only half obeyed my commands. Or not at all for that matter. It depended on her mood and needs. Even when she knew the consequences. Or because she knew them. This time however she obeyed without hesitation. She must have had a bad day at the office.
"Are you hungry", I said. "Or tired?"
I looked up. My assumption was spot-on.
"I am only here to obey and please you, my love. If you want me to eat I will eat, if not I will not."
"Good", I said. "You're starting to learn. Finally. You've been exasperating at times, you know that?"
She kept her gaze firmly fixed on the floor.
"I was ready to lock you in the broom-closet again and ask Master Anfor to pay you a little visit. I'd guess you still remember his last visit and how that ended."
"I do, my love. I..."
She hesitated and I saw she'd decided not to say any more.
"Code green", I said. "Unless if what you're going to say is complete and utter gibberish nothing will come of it."
"Only if it pleases you, my love", she said but didn't move a muscle.
"Code green, slime-slit. For heaven's sake, code green. Doesn't it mean anything to you? Stop trying my patience."
I paused the on-screen pussy-licking and turned off the screen.
"I remember, my love. But I am not sure whether the issue is important or not. I'm in doubt. I apologize for waisting your time"
I turned my chair. She looked sincere.
"Very well", I said. "Code white. Time to talk. Relax honey. It seems important if you react like this. Let's sit on the couch and talk this through."
In one fluent motion she knelt and kissed my left foot then my right.
"Thank you, my love."
She rose again.
"Get us some wine," I said. "Then we'll talk."

"Well", I said and took a sip of my wine. It was good. "What's going on?"
She looked at me, definitely ill at ease.
"I had hoped this would never happen, my love. But there are rumors starting to spread. About me, ... us."
I didn't reply.
"I caught some colleagues talking. Whispering, to be more precise. About me. About my secret life with you. Half an hour later I was summoned into the office of the CEO. He asked me straight out. I did not answer directly but circumvented the question by asking if he had any complaints about my work. He admitted he didn't, on the contrary. But he was quite adamant when it came to the point where the reputation of the company was at stake. He could not tolerate any risk whatsoever."
"You're fired", I said.
"No, my love. Not yet. But my chances are growing slimmer."
She held her glass in her hands in her lap and peered into it. As if it contained some magic that could be awakened by staring at it intensely.
"Do you think he can be seduced", I said. "Any signs?"
"He seems like a flawless family man, my love. An outright, decent businessman."
"These are scarce", I said taking another sip of wine. "Especially in this day and age. But still, this is serious enough, I believe."
She nodded, still peering in that blasted glass.
"I see no reason to doubt you", I said and pushed her chin up. "I cannot imagine you blabbing about our sex life. And I'm convinced we've always been very careful. So, don't blame yourself. But something got out and that's ... annoying."
"Something has to be done."
I hummed silently to myself.
"What about that young colleague whom you suspected of chasing you? Somehow this guy has to be drawn out. For all we know he's gay and he needs a big cock up his ass."
I got up. I concluded I wasn't making a lot of sense.
"Let's eat. Best thing we can do right now. After dinner you can clean my dick, for desert. I might flog you while you're working. A double treat. I'm not sure if you deserve it though. You little whore."

Two weeks later a remarkable event occurred. The CEO wanted to get better acquainted with one of the better members of his staff ... and her partner ... me. He had invited Little and me for a dinner in a very exclusive restaurant.
We had been trying during this time to collect information about him but as far I was able to determine he was what he pretended to be: very straight, very decent, very boring.
I had begun to doubt if I was following the right path to achieve our goal and then this. Completely out of the blue.
We had restricted our activities to the confines of our home after a warning sign to our friends that we had to lay low for a while but we didn't stop inviting and receiving guests. That would have been too conspicuous. If and when we went out we stayed on the safe side.
We still had some wicked fun of course. But absolutely more discreet than before.

It was the evening of the dinner. I had ordered Little to be ready an hour in advance and she was having a bath. I was preparing myself as well, checking on my attire, readied in the bedroom, when my mobile phone rang. Twice and then it stopped. Twice more and again it stopped. Twice more. It was my guest. I went downstairs and looked through the spy-hole. I smiled and opened the door. A big African-American woman came in, dressed in leisure-clothes, wearing a cap with a big shade. She was followed by her husband dressed likewise. Neither said a word, they merely had a questioning look on their faces. I nodded and lead them to the downstairs bathroom.
"You can change here", I whispered. A short nod and a smile was all I got in return and without a word more I turned and closed the door behind me. They knew what to do.
When I returned upstairs I noticed the silence, only broken intermittently by soft sounds coming from the bathroom.
"Ready", I called out?
The Bathroom door opened and Little appeared. Naked, hair hanging loose. I felt my heart jump.
"Come here", I said and she obeyed immediately. I noticed a slight curiosity in her demeanor. She walked up to me and stopped about half a meter from me.
She smelled deliciously womanlike. I restrained myself from touching her but instead pointed at the table. As she followed my direction I saw her eyes widen slightly.
"Put them in and put on the mask. Quick."
She walked over to the table, grabbed the earplugs and put them in with experienced movements. The rubber mask quickly followed. It had no openings except two at the nostrils, very small ones that enabled her to breathe, barely.
"Can you hear me", I said?
She didn't react. I hadn't raised my voice but I knew she was capable of deluding me.
"Can you hear me", I shouted?
This time she reacted, turning her head slightly in my direction. I let it go for time was short. I walked toward the stairs, aware of the fact that she could feel my footsteps. The couple I had let in had in the mean time changed their outfits. They were coming up the stairs on bare feet and I motioned them in. They both wore masks but their eyes shone with expectation.
"Come in", I said. "I don't think she can hear us if we talk in a normal voice. But it doesn't matter anyway. We haven't got much time."
They nodded.
"Prepare her."
They nodded again and walked over to where Little stood motionless by the dining table. I grabbed camera and stand, turned on the lights and walked over to the couch where the man and the woman were preparing their fuck-hole.
Little didn't resist when they folded her legs and restrained them with wide, elastic bands. They were meant to leave as little traces as possible on her skin. Bands lined with fur were expertly attached to her wrists and in turn to the elastic straps that kept her legs folded. For last they kept the clamps that spread her cunt-lips, the chains of which were attached to the wristbands. Through the camera I admired the exhilarating view. I knew how she felt. Expectant. She had no doubt recognized the touch of a man and woman and she was getting crazed with anticipation, and wet. I saw the rubber of the mask tightening and relaxing as she breathed heavily and with difficulty. There was no way out. One or both of her holes was going to get fucked. Used. Forced maybe. Simply because - she knew - I wanted it. But she should be getting ready for that dinner with the CEO of her company. What about that? She was probably wondering if I'd decided to ignore the invitation. Was I angry? Would I punish her? Severely? She knew there were other people beside myself. But that meant nothing. We could choose to go out and leave her like that the rest of the evening, maybe part of the night. Anyway, she had no say in this, I was her real chief and I decided what would happen to her.
The man was ready but kept at bay by his wife. She was the one who decided when he could fuck her and how but he was willing and waiting for her command. His erection was majestic. Suddenly she cracked her whip and the man shivered. I zoomed in on his trembling rod and let the camera's eye glide over his muscular body. Up to his neck, his broad collar, his mask.
Everything about the guy was big. He measured close to two meters, was broad shouldered, had a loud voice and became very noisy when drunk.
But his main attraction for me - and for Little - was his big, veined, circumcised, beautiful cock. It was one of those that seemed impossible to get into a pussy, not to mention an asshole, let alone a throat. I remembered that Little had gasped the first time she laid eyes on it and that I had to drag her away from it seconds later because she had wanted to devour it with every hole she possessed. And she had no idea that she was about to be stuffed by this rod.
The woman grabbed Little's hips and positioned her ass on the edge of the couch. She softly and teasingly stroked the stretched out cunt and clit. Then pinched her nipples. Stroked her cunt again. Shoved two gloved fingers up her ass. At last she nodded, pulled at the chain of the man's collar and he lurched forward. At the last instant she stopped him. He froze. She spit on his cock and rubbed the spittle over the shaft then guided the tip toward the waiting asshole. With one thrust it shoved in. Deep. Almost to the balls. Little froze and yelped. Her breathing betrayed exultation. She threw her head backwards. From where I stood I had a magnificent view. Her heart raced, I was certain of it. Her blood pumped. And as if to prove it she wriggled to get her ass and her bowels further over that strong shaft. The woman pushed against the buttocks of the man and his cock dug in deeper. She held him like that for a moment then bent over and whispered in his ear. He pulled out, very slowly, then started pumping, again very slowly, deliberately and controlled. The woman pushed two fingers in Little's pussy, teasing her clit with a thumb. Her other hand moved toward a nipple and her fingers nimbly grabbed, pulled and turned. Little twisted and yelled.
"Don't make her cum", I said. "I don't want her to cum."
The woman made no sign that she'd heard me but I knew she had for suddenly she pushed the man back, grabbed his cock and began stroking it, stroked his abdomen, his chest, grabbed his balls and twisted. He groaned and his knees buckled slightly. Little was left to herself, her sphincter pulsating slowly as if beckoning. She wriggled and moaned and I knew she wanted that cock back in her. Instead she got more.
While the woman teased Little's asshole and sphincter with her left hand she held up her right, shaped like a cone, and her husband lubricated it thoroughly. That done she waisted no time and shoved her hand in the waiting asshole. Slowly but inexorably. The sphincter resisted but had to give way. Little moaned and struggled.
The gloved hand disappeared into her bowels and was pulled out forcibly. Pushed in again. Out again. And then in to fist-fuck her brutally. Little was a heap of gasps and yells. Tossing and turning, burning fuck-meat. And I knew she wanted more, that she wanted to cum on that ruthless intruder.
I knew she felt that exhilarating complex of humiliation and helplessness, joy and pain and degradation and she longed for a liberating orgasm. But I didn't want her to cum. When piss starting leaking and squirting from her cunt I gave the order.
The woman halted immediately and pulled her clenched fist from Little's ass in one brutal jerk. I focused the camera on Little who squirmed and wriggled, pushing and shoving the lower part of her body to find that divine, abusive invader anew.
"Please", she whimpered. "Please. Oh please." She moaned and sobbed and begged but the fulfillment didn't return so she begged again. To no avail however and at last she started crying. Her breath heaving, denied satisfaction, finalization. All that hunger in her body. those nerves smarting. Her mind wondering why it had ended, why she was deserted, unsatisfied. Denied. Ignored. She was given a taste, a sample and now it had stopped. Why?
I felt triumphant and had trouble restraining myself not to fuck her, simply to satisfy my risen desire. But it would ruin the whole point of the event.
Little slowly came to rest, still sobbing, lying on her side and I judged it best to let her be for now. I halted the recording.
The woman was softly cooing to her husband, encouraging him to stroke his cock. It wasn't hard to guess that he was more than ready to explode, be it with desire, anger or frustration or all three of them. I knew he was going to get a lesson. I knew his wife and found myself proven right when she suddenly hit him on his stroking hand with a swish.
"You wanted to cum in that cute, little asshole, didn't you darling", she murmured and he froze. She grabbed his balls and squeezed.
"This is mine, sweetheart. You should know that by now."
He started to speak but she cut him short.
"Don't start", she said curtly. "You"ll only make it worse. Get dressed. We're about to leave. Go."
"Yes m'am", he said and left without another word.
The woman turned to me.
"That was pretty good, sweetie. Not bad at all."
She took of her mask. I noticed some admiration in her demeanor.
"You're getting better."
"Thank you", I said. "But Little is such a wonderful creature to work with."
She nodded her agreement.
"Shall we free her? Time is short."
"Better you do it", I said. "She might get the wrong idea if I do it."
"You think so?"
She moved toward the couch and reached for the curled up woman.
"I doubt it. But it's your call."
"You do it", I said. "I have to get ready for the dinner. Leave the money in the laundry basket downstairs, will you? And tell Little that she has to hurry."

When Little came out of the bathroom she looked flustered. Vulnerable but at the same time strong and regal. In control. Almost as if she'd made up her mind about something. Or maybe she had come to terms with what had just happened to her. She looked irresistible and she knew it and it bothered her.
"Is my love pleased", she asked? She looked at me and I noted that there was no defiance whatsoever in her eyes.
I nodded. I knew she was wearing crotchless panties. I had chosen them for her, despite the occasion. I doubted her CEO was going to ask her to undress, knowing what I knew about him. Besides that she looked ... sophisticated in her long, black, clinging dress. It showed some cleavage but her tits didn't fall out. It was perhaps a tad provocative but not too much. Far from being a whore or easy meat. We had checked with some friends used to this of thing and they'd all agreed that it was suitable. It said that we were sexy people but in no case cheap or perverted.
"Let's go, sugar", I said.
Neither of us were ready for the events of the evening nor could we have expected what was coming.

Chapter 2

We got out of the cab in front of the restaurant. It was one of those places where a porter kept the parking spot in front of the place free for arriving guests and held open the door for you. The taxi took off and slithered away into the traffic. We stepped into the hall. I gave the porter some change. He bowed his head slightly. It was grand. Cliché but nonetheless, grand. Marble, gilding, plants, mirrors, the whole gobblediegook.
We were approaching the maître d'hôtel when a man stepped up to us. He was impeccably dressed in a black suit and bow tie. He bowed. That brought his forehead down to about the top of my head. He was huge. Impressive. Square face, set jaw. But I'm not that easily impressed.
"Did Mr ... send you", I asked calmly.
He nodded.
"If you would follow me", he said, "I will take you to him."
"I'm sorry", I said, "But I'd like to know where you're supposed to take us."
"As you are sorry", the main replied, "So am I, but my master gave me explicit instructions. You are entirely free to come or go. But I'm not allowed to reveal our destination. It is entirely up to you."
Despite his size and expressionless features he didn't seem to pose a threat. Nevertheless I felt trapped. Like a rabbit with it's leg in a snare.
"I'll have to discuss this with my wife", I said. "I cannot make this decision on my own. I hope you understand."
"Absolutely, sir."
He bowed again.
"Please, follow me. A table has been reserved for you, just in case. My master wants you to be comfortable."
"Your ... master? " I emphasized the word.
"Yes. Mr ... My master."
"You mean, boss, probably?"
"No sir. My master."
He looked unperturbed, showing no emotion at all.
I held my tongue and looked at Little. She held her composure perfectly. She was getting very good at that. Probably the practice she got everyday at work helped. She looked at me and I noticed a slight smile. She was a good judge of character. I had known times that I'd wanted some or other guy to fuck her but that she'd steadfastly refused. From what we'd learned afterwards she had been right about them. Understandably I wanted to hear what she had to say about the situation.
We had in the mean time reached the desk of the maître d'hôtel and the man signaled us to wait. He spoke softly to the man behind the desk, apparently got some directions and then, with a slight nod, invited us into the restaurant.
We had a table reserved for us in an alcove at the far side of the place, hidden by bamboo and lighted by soft lamps. The man actually helped Little from her coat, threw it over his arm and held out a chair for her. When she was seated he hung her coat on a nearby clothing peg. Without much ado I sat down opposite Little wanting to be alone with her but that was not to his liking.
"Your jacket, sir, please?"
I got up and like an experienced butler he helped me out of my jacket and hung it next to Little's coat. I was hardly seated again when a waiter appeared.
"What will it be, sir, lady?"
I noticed the big man slip away like a shadow.
"Just a cup of coffee for now", I said. "And you, love?"
"I"ll have a glass of sweet, white wine, please."
"Certainly."
The waiter bowed and graciously retreated.
I looked at Little. She definitely had something on her mind.
"You like the place?"
"No", she answered, "Not really. But it's the of place I can easily associate with my CEO."
"I see what you mean. I kinda like it though. Decadent."
I grinned.
"Kinda place you'd expect in a movie."
"If you look at it that way. Yes, I concur."
She fiddled with her napkin.
"It has this grandeur", I said. "Nineteenth century, beginning of the twentieth. Makes me think of the 1920's actually. Women with cigarette-holders, short hair. Men in tuxes, smoking cigars, drinking cognac."
"It probably has a large, damp cellar."
She smiled, innocently and she made me grin again.
"Pretty dark probably and ..."
The waiter popped up in our booth like a ghost.
"White wine for the lady. Your coffee, sir."
He expertly placed our drinks on the table and retreated just as swiftly as he had come. Our drinks were accompanied by little tidbits. Some cheese, meat and olives for Little, cookies and chocolates for me.
"Well. Out with it."
I took a sip of my coffee. Good coffee.
"Do we have anything to lose, my love?"
"Probably not", I said. "Still. I consider it a risk. I'm not sure if it's worth it."
"No matter what you decide, my love. I still have to work for the man. If we don't go we'll still be in the dark."
"True."
I took another sip of coffee.
"I suppose you noticed the way this guy talked about your CEO. His ... master? That at least is, strange. Meaningful. Intriguing as well, of course."
"I agree, my love. It's... intriguing."
"I guess we'll just have to decide", I said. "It's a gamble. Might as well flip a coin."
"But even if we go, nothing is lost. We'll just have to see and improvise."
"It is intriguing", I said.
She really made me smile. She looked all decency but I knew her curiosity and imagination were aroused. She was eager. And she was right, she had to work for the guy.
"Very well. Let's finish our drinks and go. We'll get through it somehow, no matter what."
"I like that, my love. But first I have to go to the ladies-room before I spoil my dress."
She got up quickly but I stopped her. I lowered my voice.
"You're not going to masturbate!"
She looked caught in the act and shook her head.
"No, my love. But I must dry my pussy."
"Little slut. Go then, quick. Meet me at the entrance."

After that things went fast. As I had suspected our guide was waiting for us in the entry hall. He looked as if he hadn't move a muscle and as we moved toward the exit he fell in pace with us.
"Have you decided, sir?"
I nodded.
"Let's go to your master."
"Very well, sir. If you will follow me. It will only be a short walk."
He quickened his pace slightly but once he had gained a meter or so on us he slowed to match our pace. He was well trained, this fellow.
We walked out of the restaurant and turned right along the avenue. About two hundred meters further he halted next to a limousine and opened the door. I laid a hand on Little's arm and brought her to a halt.
"You still want to go through with this", I whispered?
She nodded.
"Alright then."
I helped her into the limousine and followed her in. The fellow shut the car door and got in on the passenger side. The car glided onto the avenue, into the traffic. Little rested her head on my shoulder. I laid a hand on her thigh. I admit it was the first time I felt as if we were man and wife.
"I love you", I whispered. "Really, really love you.
She didn't move, didn't respond, just sat with her head on my shoulder and I knew we both felt a mix of emotions that made us feel very much alive. And happy.

Well. I'll cut a long story short: we had one hell of an evening if I may put it that way. When we returned home, afterwards, after we got out of the limousine and we had said our goodbyes to our guide, we almost fell over laughing. We had to restrain ourselves until we were safe inside our home and upstairs in our living room. There we really fell to pieces on the floor. You have to know, the only reason Little's CEO had had the last minute change in plans was because he had an important guest whom he had to entertain at his mansion. He hadn't wanted to cancel our invitation because he thought that unfair and he judged Little to be smart enough. And the mystery, he told us, wasn't anything else than a little test. Just to see how we would react.
And we had a good time. The guy wasn't such a bore after all: he liked a good drink, good food, a nice cigar, a good laugh and a good discussion and he was much more open-minded than we had expected. It turned out moreover that he had great respect for Little's work and that he didn't really believe the rumors about her. He thought them simply unbelievable. His guests were nice as well. Friendly, quite, educated people. Diplomats, in fact. Mom, dad and a sixteen year old daughter who took an immediate liking to Little. They spent quite some time together, playing some games, talking and giggling. I played some chess, very bad I might add. So bad in fact that my opponent decided that it wasn't worth his while and very gentleman-like called it a draw. I smoked a couple of very good cigars, drank excellent wine, good cognac and slowly got drunk. As did Little. I listened and conversed with our hosts and their guests about books, movies, history, philosophy, politics and social evolution and that seemed to their liking. I had no expert opinions but at least they didn't reject my comments and remarks off handedly. The only thing that was never mentioned was ...
Right. One doesn't talk about that when one's decent. Does one?

More adventures of Little are to follow. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________