Ahhh, my office.  My desk, shelving and file cabinets are all red maple.  I sit facing the doorway, on the wall beside the door is a Fichus Tree and a shelf with an incense burner in the shape of an old, bare tree, no leaves and just a few broken limbs. It is an ancient gray color with light traces of brown.  One limb holds a bright red book.  This figure, is what the Druids called the ?Tree of Life?.   There is a ceremonial bowl, clear glass in a wrought iron stand and a few other knickknacks.

On the wall right beside of my desk is a shelf with a wrought iron candle holder and three candles.  On the end of the shelf, a lead figure of a faery with stained glass wings is perched looking down on me. 

Behind me is a big green plant of some kind, I have no clue.  A small filing cabinet with a printer on it and adorning the wall there are two sconces, a spray of flowers and a long picture of three different faerie gatherings. 

The other wall has a long horizontal filing cabinet with some cracked glass candle holders, an incense tray and a beautiful faerie figurine with stained glass wings, there is a light behind the wings to make her seem to have a soft and subtle glow.  On the wall above, hangs two more pictures of faeries beside a pool of water in beautiful, lush forests.

My office is in the back of the building and is off limits to most.  The show room, reception area and other office are all up front, leaving me in peace and quiet, more so because I am here alone.

I wanted to describe it to you, so you could know the peacefulness of it and the solitude it offers on days like today.  Sitting here, my mind wanders to you.

I imagine you kneeling here beside my office chair.  Kneeling on the floor with your eyes downcast, nude except for a black leather collar on your neck.  Nothing degrading like a dog collar, but something denoting my ownership in simply gothic elegance.  Your hands are behind your back, held firm in metal handcuffs.

My hand reaches out to pat your head, giving your hair a slight tug to tilt your head backwards and expose your graceful and lovely throat.  I caress your shoulder and run my hand down your back and playfully slap you on your heavenly ass. 

I swivel my chair to face you and spread my legs, taking your hair in my hand, I pull you forward as I unfasten my pants and release my throbbing cock.  Still controlling your head, I slowly lower your open mouth to engulf my maleness.  Just the head, that?s all I stick in and then quietly tell you that you may have the honor of pleasing me. 

You slowly slide deeper down my shaft, taking me deep and holding me there for a long time.  You slide it halfway out of your mouth and swirl your tongue around it.  Pushing the foreskin back with your lips, you run your tongue around the crown of my uncut manhood.  Slowly and methodically, you fuck me with your eager mouth. 

Sweet bits of precum flavor your mouth and you suck me deeper and harder.  My hands find your hair and I tangle my fingers in it, taking control of your actions.  I fuck your face slowly and with great relish. 

Tensing after awhile, I cum with great force, splashing your lips, mouth and face with ample amounts of my cum.  It looks so beautiful on your caramel skin, dripping from your delicate chin, oozing from the corners of your mouth with overflow sprayed on your cheeks.

I command you to keep sucking and your head once again begins bobbing up and down on my dick.  When I am satisfied, I pull you to your feet and lead you to the restroom.  I turn on the facet and tell you to clean yourself up as best you can, but leave your hands cuffed behind your back.  I point to a towel rack you can rub your face on to dry off after you have rinsed clean.

When you are done, you come back into my office and kneel subserviently beside my chair.  I tell you what a good little girl you are and how much you pleased me.  I walk to the restroom and turn off the facet, then come back and pull you again to your feet.

I take your angelic face into my hands and kiss you with soft, sensual style.  My lips are divinely kissable, and yours are equally so.  Lips pressing into one another, tongues teasing and caressing, but not ramming down our throats.  Soft.  Wonderful.  Adoring.

I unclasp your hands and rub the wrists for you.  I lift them to my mouth and kiss where the handcuffs left a red mark.. 

I lift you as if you were a feather and place you upon my desk, then I push you back onto your elbows.  I sit in my chair and lean forward, kissing your athletic thighs, licking from the knees and going upward.  I lick up the crevice where your thigh meets your hip, then I suckle the hipbone and gnaw on it gently. 

I kiss up your tummy and run my tongue along the soft underbelly of your breast.  I lift it with gentle hands and suck the bottom side, licking and kissing my way to your cleavage, then circling it with my tongue.  I swirl my tongue around the nipple, without out ever touching it.  My hot breath flows over it and makes it pull tight, tiny wrinkles forming from the tautness of the skin.  Positioning my mouth over the nipple, you can feel the heat and moisture hovering barely above your aching nipple.  Never though, do I touch it.

Then I kiss and suckle your neck, biting softly on your shoulder and collarbone.  Again, I hold your face in my hands and kiss you with incredible tenderness.  I work my way back down your body, kissing and nibbling, sucking and biting.  When I am back down to your pubes, I run my nose through the soft down and blow hot air over the delightful mound awaiting below. 

The lips of your pussy harden and swell, sensing the coming excitement and feeling the heat from my breath.   Lightly, I kiss the little swell at the top of the lips.  I kiss run a slow, tantalizing tongue from top to bottom of first one lip and then the other.  I leave a trail of wet saliva as I do so. 

Then I stand and take you into my arms.  My lips again find yours and I hold you in a firm embrace, kissing you sensually and softly, then building into a firmer and more erotic kiss.

I pull you to your feet and spin you around, leaning you over my desk.  Your mind jumps at the possibilities and your body is trembling with anticipation.  You are lying helpless, sprawled over my desk in the most compromising of positions.  You hear a desk drawer open and from your peripheral vision, you see the handle of some sort of whip in my hand.

Holding it closer for you to see, I show you a long handled cat-o-nine tails ?flogger.?  It has a slim wooden handle and from the tip of it are several long stands of leather making ?tails.?

I run the cool leather tendrils down the back of your neck, they slide and caress the sides of your throat and then slither down between your shoulder blades and ease down your back.  I run them lightly over your ass and then you start as you feel my spread apart the cheeks of our ass and spit on the tiny little bud lying there unprotected.  You feel the head of the wooden handle pressing against the tiny hole.  Feel the slipperiness of my saliva as the handle as it slowly begins to nose inside.

Then I stop and pull it away, whispering to you, ?you would LIKE that, wouldn?t you, little pet.?

I run the thin strips down your thighs, they trail off to one side or the other and tickle as they glide along. 

When I reach your feet, I VERY lightly slap the tails of the whip against the soles of your feet; once, twice and then a third time.  The whip moves higher.  Pop, Pop, Pop it goes as I tenderly caress you with its devilish tails. 

I begin swinging the whip in a crisscross pattern, making an x and the whip dances up your thighs and onto your ass.  You hear me mutter my appreciation for the plump roundness of your ass and happiness fills you.  On your ass, the whip begins to slap harder and faster.

Slap, slap, slap.  It cracks against your skin in a mesmerizing dance.  Sting, yes, it stings a slight bit, but somehow, it is such a delicious sensation you are overwhelmed by it. 

The slaps get lighter again and the whip dances up your back and shoulders.  The soft tendrils caress your shoulders, and I ease them along to tease your neck and throat.  I pull it back and begin working the whole of your back in a sort of figure eight pattern, the whip splaying wildly, soft fingers of leather popping and slapping as they kiss your body.

I change the tempo and the whip whirls in a circular motion, popping against you on the downward part of each cycle.  Slap, slap, slap.   You lose yourself in the delight of so much sensory bliss. 

I am a good hand with such a whip. Never using the same technique for to long, switching out and employing a variety of strokes and tempos.  Your mind reels, there is simply so much your mind is trying to grasp it is dizzying. 

Then, all comes to a standstill and there is only silence.  You hear my movement and then feel my face burying between the cheeks of your ass.  I lick and kiss all around the little puckering hole, circling it and teasing it with tongue, breath and moisture.  I back away again and you squeal in delight, but also from being startled as my large hand smacks down onto your plump ass with a resounding slap.

Spanking you with an upwards stroke, it is almost as if I am cupping the cheek into my hand.  I spank you gingerly and more firmly.  Fast and then slow; first one cheek, then the other and then both at once.  Never letting you know to which one I am going or how I am going to strike. 

You squirm and roll on my desk, your body arches and then flattens back down.  You tense and then relax.  Your squeal and then you moan.  Then my soft lips are pressing against your glowing red ass, I cover it in kisses and massage it with adoring hands, rubbing away the sting. 

The without warning, I part your ass again and immediately attack your recoiling sphincter with a furious tongue.  I suck, lick and caress it with my tongue.  I probe it lightly.  I bite and gnaw on the cheeks around it, I attack it like a starving madman.

You feel my stand behind you and position myself between your outstretched legs.  Then you feel my hands on your hips as I pull myself closer to you.  You can feel the soft head of my throbbing cock pulsating against the walls of your asshole, so ready to receive me.  I run the head of it up and down and circle it, I every so slowly and gently start pushing against the eager opening. 

As your muscles relax to accept me; I pull away and slap your ass again for good measure.  My hands take your shoulders and pull you back against me.  Now you are standing in front of me, my cock digging into your ass and the small of your back.  My hands reach around to caress and explore your breasts, tweaking the nipples and tugging them playfully.

I run my hands down your tummy and massage the pubic mound above your most anxious pussy.  My fingers cup the lips of your pussy and squeeze gently.   My mouth buries into the side of your throat and I kiss and suck your neck with passionate abandon.

I turn you around and push you back onto the desk, lying back on your elbows.  I lean down and take a nipple into my mouth, hearing your soft moan as I do so.  I kiss and suckle each nipple, as if I were a starving outcast just rescued from the desert.  I bite, I tug, I twist and I pinch.  I kiss and soothe and caress and suckle.

I kneel between your thighs and lick up the outer edge of each of your wet and swollen pussy lips.  Using my tongue like a plow, I furrow through the plump meat and then suck the soft lips into my mouth.  I suckle the lips, pull bag and tug them and caress them with my tongue all at the same time. 

Sucking and tugging the lips, I work your body into convulsions of pleasure.  I lightly kiss and use my tongue around your clit until I am satisfied that I know how much pressure you like and how you like it.  I roll back the tiny protective mound of flesh and suck you clit as I caress my tongue against it. 

My fingers slowly probe the outer lips of your pussy and then gently work deeper.  Finally, I am finger fucking your sloppy wet pussy with my middle and ring finger, curling them upwards and stroking the bumpy little mound inside of you, making more and more moisture. 

As I finger fuck you, my tongue and mouth work feverishly on your clit, occasionally pausing to dribble saliva onto my fingers and trickle it over your ass.  My pinky finger eases into your asshole while the other fingers work their magick inside of you.  The bumping and colliding of your tender walls of flesh, trapped between the fingers in your pussy and the one in your ass, is electrifying, to say the least.

When you are panting and your breasts are heaving as your voice begs me to fuck you, I stand between your legs and ease my hard cock inside of your pussy.  No slow, delicate stroking, you are worked up and want it hard and fast and you can?t wait for it.  You buck against me, grinding into me; your hands claw and grab at me.  Your body slides around as you spasm in convulsions on my desk.  I let you cum once, twice and as you are nearing a third time, I slide from your pussy and gently enter your ass.  This pause gives us both time to catch out breath, I take my time easing into your waiting ass, letting the muscles ripple to accept me.

No sooner than I am inside of you, your cry out in orgasm again and writhe manically on my desk.  As I fuck your ass harder and harder, I slide one of my thumbs into your pussy and massage your clit with the web of my hand. 

When I see you arching to orgasm again, I pull my pulsing cock from you and spray your pussy and tummy with liberal amounts of hot cum. 

I plop back down into my executive?s chair and reaching forward, pull you down onto my lap.  I curl you up and bury your face in my neck, then hold your gasping body in my arms and smother your face in kisses, all the while whispering affection, adoration and appreciation.

�2006 J.L. Day