Executive Decision

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Alex to full advantage as the sweet young innocent little pink tongue moved shyly in response to the way his tongue glided along hers. He let his sensually seductive kiss linger and deepen while Julia feasted on the girl’s sweet innocent charms. A kiss that called to Angela to surrender, to embrace that sinfully delicious kiss and be their good little girl

Lawrence loved the soft little muffled moan that escaped from the passionate kiss that claimed her sweet chaste mouth. The way her gorgeous supple young body, as if it had a mind of its own, arched ever so slightly to breast her breast and nipple more firmly to his suckling mouth and the decadent pleasure that coursed through her.. Jordan smiled as well and she let her teeth rake over the tip of the young innocence’s taunt nipple. Lawrence let his tongue flutter over the tip of Angela’s other nipple.

Yet it was Julia merchant that was reaping the benefits of all their seductive efforts as she feasted on Angela’s sweet dewy nectar. Her hand gripped their young protégé’s hips, her mouth, lips , tong and teeth lashed the girl’s sweet innocent pussy. Julia gripped the young chestnut beauty’s throbbing clit with her teeth and then inhaled deeply as she drew a cool steady stream of air across the feverous bud.

 

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Angela trembled in reaction to all the sensations that seemed to be electrifying every nerve ending in her body. How... breathtaking... it all was... She had never dared dream anything like this. Never. Perhaps it was being stripped down in Mrs Merchant's office that caused it... Somehow shorted something in her brain - the part that knew right from wrong... Good from bad... Good from naughty... Something had to have caused her mind to be receptive to the naughty, impure thoughts her parents constantly harped at her about. They must be mistaken though... How could something that felt so right be so wrong?

She had only been kissed a handful of times, quick pecks that were little more than mashing of lips and teeth together. Nothing like what she felt with Mr Merchant's lips moving against hers, his tongue probing inside her mouth in a way that made her want to squirm.

Feeling teeth scrape across her nipple, Angela let out another soft moan as her nipples, always so sensitive to the most minimal of touches against fabric, grew harder and harder. Part of her wanted to pull away from the teeth scraping and the tongue flickering, and another part wanted to push forward... Back and forth the sides warred, retreating, only to arch upward and then retreating once more.

The hardest to comprehend though was how she could ever imagine what it would be like to have someone touch her down... there. She didn't even touch herself down there like her cousin had described once during a whispered conversation during a sleepover, and here she was imagining her new employer kissing, licking and even nibbling on her there. Her legs quivered as her hips were grasped, sharp nails biting into her sensitive skin, and she felt all but devoured. Something odd was happening, something building up... to what she wasn't sure and it scared her. When something particularly sensitive was nipped, she whimpered in shock and tried to pull away from the intense feeling.

 

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Julia loved the way the innocent young Miss Johnson’s hips squirmed under her sensually seductive attack, she loved the taste of the girl’s sweet dewy nectar as Angela’s arousal grew and as the tip of her tongue nudged the thin barrier of the girl’s maiden head Julia was beside herself with joy in that this adorable gorgeous creature was a virgin. Oh how she looked forward to wracking a soul shattering orgasm from her innocent young body and then all those days and nights ahead where she and Alex could enjoy that gorgeous chaste body as they molded the young innocent into the most adorable little sex slave.

Alex let his kiss deepen until time itself stood still for the innocent Miss Johnson. There was no past, now future, just now and that one perfect kiss. A kiss that demanded everything that the young girl had to give and more, a kiss that called to something deep with in her, a primal need for her to surrender to that kiss to be their Good Little Girl!

Lawrence loved how this stunning young beauty’s muffled moaned and gasped filled the air as his tongue flickered over the sensitive tip of her pale pink nipple. He loved the feel of how the torrid little pink bud swelled and grew ever larger under his sensual assault as he suckled it ever harder. Jordan’s soft golden hair tickled the firm curve of Angela’s breast, her teeth nibbling on her rock hard little nipple her teeth grating across the now hyper sensitive tip. With a wicked little smile tugging at the corners of the golden beauty's mouth she firmly gripped Angela’s nipple between her teeth inhaled deeply and drew a steady cool stream of air across the feverous little pink bud as Jordan’s tongue fluttered across its engorged tip.

Sweet young Miss Johnson was caught in a darkly arousing and seductively erotic dream, one that she could not wake from, for what her drugged young mind perceived as a dream was a reality. A reality that her pious self-righteous mind would rebel against, but that her gorgeous supple young body was eagerly embracing. It was at that moment that Julia Merchant’s talented little tongue found that illusive little rough patch in the moist silky perfection of the young virgin’s pussy and the tip of that wicked little pink tongue fluttered over the girl's sweet spot. Julia smiled knowing that the sweet innocence under her would soon be swept away by a soul searing orgasm.

 

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Angela wanted to simply melt under the soul-searing kiss she received from Mr Merchant. Unlike the handful of kisses she had received to date, his absolutely stole her breath away with its intensity.

It took her a few long moments to realize that the low whimpering noises were actually coming from her. The noises seemed to be in perfect sync with each nip and suckle on her nipples, and she was shocked to realize that they weren't whimpers of pain or distress from her fervored imaginations, but rather a distressing hunger for something more.

And saints preserve her, that something more seemed to be emanating from her very core and was somehow tied to whatever the phantom Mrs Merchant was doing to her. Every muscle in her body seemed to be getting tighter and tighter as the scary feeling grew in intensity.

Her whimpers grew louder and louder until she swore her ears rang from them. Louder and louder they grew until her hips heaved upwards sharply... once... twice... three times. A high keening noise hung in the air before her body shuddered violently as if shattering into a million pieces.

 

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Sweet young Miss Johnson’s little whimpers, moan’s and gasp of sinful pleasure grew lauder, and lauder until she shattered into a thousand points of lights in unimagined pleasure. Her stunning young body bucked and thrashed under those mouths that did such wickedly delightful thinks to her. Slowly Julia raised her face from Angela’s dewy sweet pussy, the girl’s sweet nectar glistening on her face.

Alex she so sweet you must savor our good little girl.

Alex and Julia Merchant exchanged places Alex to claim their young protégé’s sweet succulent little pussy and Julia the summer wine sweetness of the girl’s chaste mouth. Where Alex’s kiss had been sensually demanding, Julia’s was seductively enticing and gave the young beauty a taste of her own sweetness on her Mistress’s lips. Alex’s was just as sensually demanding of the chaste young beauty as he feasted on her as when he had kissed her. Alex took the greatest pleasure in fanning the fire that Julia had enkindled in that sweet tight little pussy. Lawrence and Jordan had to content themselves with Angela’s sweet firm breasts and throbbing nipples for the moment.

Miss Johnson’s drug induced dream continued on and on as each of her seducers took their pleasure from her gorgeous supple young body; Alex Merchant ripped another soul searing orgasm from the hapless young beauty before he claimed her left nipple to let Chef Lawrence feast on the girl’s sweet succulent pussy. Jordan was the last of the foursome to feast on Angela’s chaste innocence. While Lawrence claimed Angela’s sweet chase mouth Julia feasted on the girl’s right nipple. Lawrence and Jordan were perhaps the most demanding of Angela. The Chef all but raped her sweet succulent mouth with his eager tongue and Jordan ripped a series of cascading orgasm form the girl. It was if she had some dark secret knowledge that would most scandalize and entice the girl to ever darker needs to surrender and pleas her Master and Mistress.

Alex and Julia smiled down on the chaste young beauty as she drifted off into and exhausted drug induced sleep. Her skin shimmered in a fine sheen of sweat from the excursion of the numerous orgasms that had been ripped from her chaste virginal body.

Lawrence carry our little virgin to her bed. Jordan make sure that her clothing is neatly folded as if she had gone to bed. Oh and leave her nude….I shall wake her in the morning.

Yes Mistress

“ Shall we see how our girl looks in her staring role in her first adult video Julia?”

Julia’s wicked smile was all the answer he needed. Those little videos could prove of the greatest aid when a young protégé baulked at become their sex slave. daughters’ seldom wanted to have their parents see them nude and withering in sinful pleasures.

 

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Alex, she's so sweet... you must savor our good little girl.

Struggling to get her breathing under control, Angela whimpered softly when Mr Merchant's lips left hers, a forlorn sound protesting the loss of his... possession. Her heavy lidded gaze met Mrs Merchant's dark one as she rose up before her, a focal point in a world spinning out of control. She blinked as Mrs Merchant came closer and closer and then leaned in for a long kiss that was sticky and left her as breathless as Mr Merchant's earlier kisses.

Strong hands gripped her hips, pulling them forward as Angela felt a series of hot kisses trail up her thighs and then dip between her legs. The first flick of a tongue in that area had her jumping as it hit a highly sensitized spot, and then gave her no chance to recover as it drove inside over and over, deeper and deeper, faster and faster. Between those wonderfully sinful sensations and the continued oral assault on her nipples, she felt that scary feeling start building up again and once more tried to move away from it, only to be pulled forward by strong fingers once again. Once more, her body tensed and shattered as she moaned and shrieked into Mrs Merchant's mouth.

Angela barely opened her eyes when Mrs Merchant gave her one last lingering kiss, assuming her dream would either end or have Mr Merchant returning for more kisses. When a pair of warm lips captured hers, she paid little attention, distracted by a soft pair of hands that slipped under her and caressed her bottom before lifting it up to an open mouth. Didn't pay attention until the same mouth opened and a tongue stabbed deeply inside and repeated the action over and over and over again.

Her eyes fluttering open, Angela was floored by the latest development in her dream when she realized that she wasn't fantasizing about neither Mr or Mr Merchant kissing her. Somehow the thrusts into her mouth coincided with the thrusts into her very center and created a firestorm of sensations deep within her, and it seemed to go on forever, higher and higher, again and again until she simply couldn't keep up any longer. Her limbs grew heavier and heavier until she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

 

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The first morning of Miss Angela Johnson’s new life of her present captivity dawned brightly, a clear azure shy, The scandalous attire that the Merchant’s had provided for her was neatly folded just as she herself would have done. Her luxurious chestnut hair fanned out around her angelic face just the way it had been in her very, very naughty dream, her gorgeous young nude body poised on the virginal white sheets of the bed, just as it had been on the dark maroon table cloth the night before. Jordan had taken particular care to stage all to create a sense of confusion for the tasty little virgin when the Mistress awoke her. Staged to reinforce that surrealist, darkly haunting gothic feeling of altered reality of her dream, of all that had happened to her the night before.

Mistress I thought you should have this.

Jordan placed Angela’s cell phone in her Mistress’s hand the golden beauty’s soft blue eyes demurely down cast as she sank to her knees and kissed her mistress’s shoes. Julia slowly stooped, lifted the girl’s chin with a single finger, her lips fleeting brushed the young golden beauty’s

You did well Jordan.

Julia stood turned on her heel leaving the kneeling young beauty where she was without even a backwards glance as if she were no more important than a piece of furniture, a pretty little position for her Mistress’s amusement.

Julia Merchant smiled as she saw how Jordan had posed their young protégé. How Like Sleeping Beauty she looked. Julia thought as she watched the gentle rise and fall of the gorgeous nude beauty, Waiting fro her Prince Charming’s Kiss to awaken her. The Mistress of Rève Noir lips bowed into a wicked little smile as she slowly bent and pressed her lips to those of their Sleeping Beauty

A kiss so sensually seductive and remanistic of those darkly arousing kisses from Angela’s dark sinful dream.

 

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Sunlight streamed in from the large window opposite the bed, its golden rays beaming directly on Angela's face and causing her eyelids to twitch from nature's attempt to rouse her. Deep within the thick layers of sleep, she was vaguely aware of the need to get up, but was too busy reliving her dream from the night before.

The press of soft lips against hers fit with the replay of Mrs Merchant rising up from between her legs and giving her wickedly sticky kisses. However, something was different about this part of the dream, and it was that niggling sensation that burrowed its way to the barely conscious part of Angela's brain and started the awakening process to occur in earnest. It took several long minutes of kissing that vacillated between soft and almost tender to deep and hungry-like for her to register that the other sensations of kisses, licks and nibbles on her chest and.... below... weren't nearly as intense, like faint echoes of something much stronger.

Angela's eyes fluttered once... then twice before her confused mind processed the fact that Mrs Merchant really did seem to be kissing her. Pulling her head away, Angela croaked out a shocked, "Mrs Merchant?!" as she realized she was as naked as the day she was born and blushed so deeply her entire body felt like it was aflame.

 

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Julia Merchant was pleased the way this gorgeous young creature responded to her kiss her mouth so sweet her supple young body so delicious. An then that look of shock as soft eyes fluttered open and grew ever so wide in shock as she gasped,


"Mrs. Merchant?!"


“Good Morning Miss Johnson I trust you slept well.

Julia simply greeted the blushing young beauty as she drew back and sat on the edge of the naked young beauty’s bed as if it was the most natural thing in the world for her to do. Jordan and Lawrence had posed Angela on top of the sheets so she could not even draw them up to modestly hide her gorgeous supple young body from her employer.

I just wanted to know if you needed any help with your corset Miss Johnson. They do take some time in getting use to their finer points my dear.

Julia cooed as she let her cool eyes savor the adorable shade of pink that tinged the young virgin’s skin from the tip of her little button nose to the tips of the girl’s toes.

“If you hurry my dear there is time for breakfast before your work day begins.”

With those simple words so sensually cooed from Julia Merchant’s full ripe lips the naked beauty was subtitled reminded that she had indeed won through and at least probationary had won the coveted internship.

For ₤1,000.00 pounds sterling a week plus room and board we expect you to be punctual and diligent in your assigned duties.

At the quizzical look of bewilderment on her angelic face Julia continued.


Yes Miss Johnson pounds sterling not dollars as we are an international cooperation Headquartered in northern England.

Julia rose from the naked beauty’s bed and smoothed the dark gray skirt of her business suit back into place. Mrs. Merchant was dressed impeccably her hair tightly restrained in place. This morning she had chosen a pair of knee high black riding boots.

Don’t be so shy my dear after all I have seen you naked before and it is just we girls here…….. Your Corset Miss Johnson

 

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Horrified to find herself nude and unable to cover up, Angela couldn't look Mrs Merchant in the eyes as she sought an explanation for why she'd have gotten undressed in the first place. The last clear memories she had was hanging up with her parents, wandering downstairs after hearing the sound of the dinner gong, and then eating a wonderful meal and taking experimental sips of the wine.

She must have had more wine than she had thought as that was the only thing she could think of causing her to do something so completely unlike her - sleeping in the nude that was. Her face flushed brighter as shadowy remnants of her dream came back to her. Well that... and having such disturbingly wicked dreams.

Good Morning, Miss Johnson I trust you slept well.

Angela was able to breathe a little easier when Mrs Merchant sat back on the edge of the bed, but she desperately wished the older woman would leave and give her a moment to at least cover herself up before engaging her in conversation. Perhaps the Merchants and their European ways were used to seeing people in various stages of undress, but this just wasn't done in her family!

I just wanted to know if you needed any help with your corset, Miss Johnson. They do take some time in getting use to their finer points, my dear.

Eyebrows knitting, Angela was perplexed as to how she might have even gotten the devilish contraption off by her herself in the first place, but she didn't have any fresh clothes to change into and feared she would have to ask for assistance once more as she didn't relish the thought of going around without a bra.

If you hurry, my dear, there is time for breakfast before your work day begins.

Her head snapped up at the reminder of the internship, and she explicitly remembered the footman saying something about the Merchants valuing punctuality. Oh goodness, I can't be late on my first day...

For ₤1,000.00 pounds sterling a week plus room and board, we expect you to be punctual and diligent in your assigned duties. Yes, Miss Johnson, pounds sterling, not dollars as we are an international cooperation headquartered in northern England.

Confused by a number of things, Angela looked at Mrs Merchant in puzzlement. While she wasn't surprised per se at the company being international (she had done her research in readiness for her interview after all), she didn't recall there being anything about the unusual monetary units in the mountains of paperwork she had gone through the day before, and she especially didn't recall anything about room and board. Surely she didn't mean she was to actually live here[/], did she?!? Her parents would totally flip out! It had been a battle as it was for her to get permission to get her own place, but to live here? No, surely she was misunderstanding what was meant.

Don’t be so shy, my dear, after all I have seen you naked before, and it is just we girls here…….. Your Corset, Miss Johnson

Cringing inside at having to get assistance in getting dressed, Angela reluctantly rolled off the bed and padded over to stand in front of Mrs Merchant. Eyes lowered in embarrassment, Angela asked the black riding boots hesitantly, "Mrs Merchant, what did you mean by room and board? I already have an apartment not too far from your office."

 

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Don’t be so shy, my dear, after all I have seen you naked before, and it is just we girls here…….. Your Corset, Miss Johnson


Julia absolutely adored the deeper shade of pink that kissed her newest acquisitions creamy ivory skin as she rolled from the bed her soft shy eyes demurely lowered like a good little sub, in the presence of her Mistress.

"Mrs. Merchant, what did you mean by room and board? I already have an apartment not too far from your office."

Don’t be ridiculous Miss Johnson Merchant Technical Industries International does not keep 9 to 5 hours. If we need to discuss a project in England and it is 3am here do you expect Mr. Merchant to call his Executive Assistant at home an tell her to come to the Office or Rève Noir?

Julia held the hated dove grey corset up for Angela to step into. Her own womanly body pressed to the young girl’s as she once more enfolded Angela into the restrictive garment. Very slowly, very seductively Julia began to fasten the hooks and eyes of the garment to once more capture the chestnut beauty stunning young figure.

Tell me did you ever thing of having your sweet pale pink nipples pierced Miss Johnson?

Julia’s thumbs graved the sensitive buds perhaps recalling sensations from Angela’s dark sensual dream. Before the shocked young virgin could respond Mrs. Merchant called,

Jordan come here girl!

Yes Mistress.

Show Miss Johnson your pierced nipples dear.

Yes Mistress.

The stunning little blond casual stripped off her blouse and bared her firm young breast to both women. Her dusky pink nipples were pierced by a pair of diamond studs.

I think rubies for your pale pink nipples and ivory skin Miss Johnson…….now hurry and finish dressing Alex will expect you in the study in an hour…… Just enough time for you to dress and have a bite to eat.
Julia turned on her heel and departed the room Jordan in her wake to leave a blushing young Miss to dress .

 

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Don’t be ridiculous, Miss Johnson. Merchant Technical Industries International does not keep 9 to 5 hours. If we need to discuss a project in England and it is 3am here, do you expect Mr. Merchant to call his Executive Assistant at home an tell her to come to the Office or Rève Noir?

Angela shook her head as she tried to figure out what to do. It all seemed so logical when Mrs Merchant explained it, but that didn't mean her parents weren't going to totally flip out when they heard. Maybe I shouldn't tell them?!

Distracted by her shocking thought, Angela barely paid attention to what was going on until she felt the press of Mrs Merchant's body against hers. There was something in the way Mrs Merchant pulled the garment on and began to fasten it that caused goosebumps to form, her knees to feel weak and a fluttery feeling deep within her middle... The same area that had experienced those scary, shattering outbursts in her dream last night.

Tell me, did you ever think of having your sweet pale pink nipples pierced, Miss Johnson?

Unable to keep her mouth from dropping open at the outrageous question, Angela almost moaned when Mrs Merchant flicked her thumbs across her nipples, which were surprisingly tender, as if they really had been subjected to all this kisses, licks and nibbles that she had imagined the night before.

Jordan, come here, girl!

Yes, Mistress.

The exchange between Mrs Merchant and Jordan, the footman, confused her deeply. She had wanted to protest Mrs Merchant bringing in yet another witness to her state of undress, but Jordan's answering response of mistress was odd as she would have expected her to use Ma'am or Madame. There was some niggling thought in the back of her mind that wanted to come forward, but she couldn't figure out what it was that wanted to be said.

Show Miss Johnson your pierced nipples, dear.

Yes, Mistress.

Before Angela could avert her eyes and insist she really didn't need to see anything so intimate, Jordan had disposed of her top and was practically waving her chest around. Her parents had never allowed her to get her ears pierced so she wasn't sure if it had been painful, but there was no way she'd ever do something like that! 'First pierced ears, tomorrow a tattoo,' she remembered her father saying with disgust, effectively ending her desire to get her ears pierced.

I think rubies for your pale pink nipples and ivory skin, Miss Johnson…….now hurry and finish dressing. Alex will expect you in the study in an hour…… Just enough time for you to dress and have a bite to eat.

Angela bit her lip to keep from laughing aloud at Mrs Merchant's comment, especially since the older woman didn't seem to be kidding, but wow - was she going to have to get used to all of the personal references to her, well, personal parts. She was surprised by the abrupt way Mrs Merchant and Jordan left the room, but took advantage of the privacy by getting dressed as quickly as she could... fearing that someone might come back in before she was properly covered.

After she slipped the heels on, Angela looked for her cell phone to check her messages. She looked everywhere she could think of, but there was no sign of the darn thing, but it had to be around somewhere. After 10 minutes, she gave up and headed downstairs, not wanting to be late; however, she was surprisingly hungry and wanted to figure out what she could nibble on.

 

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Both Jordan and Lawrence knew what was expected of them in relation to the Merchant’s newest little protégé. Lawrence greeted the young beauty when she came down and asked her what she wanted for her breakfast. He sat her in the kitchen, and as he prepared the morning meal for her Jordan sensually brushed by the young beauty, her own supple young body softly caressing Angela’s as she came to give the Chef the breakfast orders of Mr. and Mrs. Merchant. When her own breakfast was ready Lawrence leaned over her shoulder his hot moist breath washed over her and set the little stray hairs at the nape of her neck dancing with each breath he took.

Your breakfast Miss Johnson.

His dark rich voice, that rivaled his dark ebony complexion, was so seductively breathed in her ear. His massive muscular body so close that Angela could feel the heat of it caressing her, his scent filling her nostrils.

As Angela was finishing her breakfast Mrs. Merchant swept into the kitchen the click, click, click of her boots on the stone floor possessed an authoritarian ring to it.

You look radiant this morning Miss Johnson! Don’t you agree Chef…….almost good enough to eat?

Julia cooed as her hands possessively rested on the young beauty’s shoulders.

And for dinner this evening Mistress?

There was a darkly seductive quality to Lawrence’s voice as he asked the quite innocent question of Mrs. Merchant.

Lamb Lawrence sweet, innocent, succulent lamb Chef,


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Alex Merchant was on the phone when Jordan showed Angela to his home office. The oaken paneled room looked like it came straight out of a Victorian Gothic Novel, walls lined by ceiling to floor bookcases on two walls, a wall of glass to look out over the lawns of Rève Noir. The room was dominated by a dark rich cherry desk that rivaled the bed in Angela’s room in size, and behind that desk sat Mr. Merchant. With his hand over the phone’s mouth piece, Alex turned his full attention to the chaste young beauty.

“ Miss Johnson the Rodriguez file quickly now.”

Alex was pointed to the third shelf of the bookcase across from him. The only way to reach it was by using the antiquated rolling library ladder and even so the young girl would have to stretch sensually to reach it her firm young breast straining against her corset and blouse. Alex new well that the action would pull the demi cups of Angela’s corset down just enough to bare her dusky pink areolas and pale pink nipples and for the rest of the day they would be subject to the seductive caress of her translucent silk blouse.

That would not be the last time that Angela would have to climb that rolling ladder to fetch a file or a ledger for Alex Merchant. The young beauty was kept very busy taking dictation, typing notes and making computer entries as she found that her position required her to be part secretary, part receptionist, and part confident as Alex would ask her opinion on one point or another. Often he would be leaning over the girl’s shoulder his body pressed to hers, his scent filling her nostrils, the tips of his fingers trailing along her arm as he stood. Even when Angela would be sent to another room to fetch something or to deliver a file to Mrs. Merchant it seemed someone would brush against her as if reminding her gorgeous supple young body of her dark and sinfully arousing dream of the night before.

Finally it was five o’clock and Mr. Merchant called it a day.

“ Miss Johnson I am very pleased with the way you are willing to do what ever your position requires. Now get some rest relax and enjoy Rève Noir……”


He paused only a moment as he gave his young protégé a benevolent smile.

“… now be a Good Girl and off you go!”

Angela was almost to the door when Alex asked if she knew what was on the menu for dinner.

 

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Angela carefully held onto the railing of the steep staircase as she made her way downstairs. Funny that she could remember walking to dinner the night before, but not the walk back. That settled it... She really was going to have to stay away from any wine that might get served to her.

Admiring the various pieces of artwork along the way, her attention was caught by a cluster of small paintings ahead with a smattering of different shades of greens and blues. She stopped a moment in front of the display and saw the first painting was of a young woman coming across a small pool at the bottom of a waterfall with the figure of a young man off in the shadows. The second picture showed the same woman slipping her dress off her shoulders, while the young man seemed to have moved closer.

Angela turned to look at the third picture, expecting to see the young woman in the pool or perhaps turning around as if hearing the young man. It took her a minute to realize that neither was the case. Instead the young woman was reclining on the ground and the young man was laying down beside her. A closer examination of the picture had Angela recoiling in shock as she realized where the young man's hand was. Moving quickly down the stairs, Angela made sure not to look at any other pictures along the way for fear that they too would make her stomach clench and her breath quicken. Good girl, be a good girl!

Smiling shyly at the chef when she ran into him, Angela followed him to the kitchen where he sat her down and asked what she wanted to eat. Not wanting to be a bother, she initially asked for just some tea and lightly buttered toast, but he cajoled her until she requested some scrambled eggs as well.

Sitting quietly while he bustled around the kitchen, Angela gasped softly when Jordan brushed up against her. "S-s-sorry," she apologized as if she had somehow gotten in the way. Jordan leaned over her shoulder as she spoke to the chef about what the Merchants were going to eat, her breasts brushing against her. She tried to move discreetly away, but couldn't escape the feeling of hard nipples pressing into her back and shoulder. Or were those the diamonds Jordan had showed earlier...

Jordan had no sooner left than the chef, Lawrence she thought they had said, was leaning over her, delivering her plate of eggs and toast.

Your breakfast, Miss Johnson.

'Good Lord, these people don't understand the concept of personal space,' she thought to herself as she felt his body brush against hers, causing her to suck in a breath. All of this pressing and brushing was making her uncomfortably aware of her own body and how much it seemed to like these unexpected touches.

Ducking her head down, Angela took a mouthful of eggs, thinking it might be best for her and her equilibrium if she got out of this heavily trafficked area. She was just finishing up when Mrs Merchant entered the room.

You look radiant this morning, Miss Johnson! Don’t you agree, Chef... almost good enough to eat?

Angela blushed at the words, squirming a little in her seat at the possessive hands on her shoulders. She didn't know what was more disturbing - the way Mrs Merchant seemed to purr as she spoke or the way her insides seemed to tremble in response. What in the world is wrong with me?! Something was seriously bothering her as not only was she feeling oddly, she was also hearing things oddly - the exchange between Mrs Merchant and Lawrence seemed charged with hidden meaning and it was only about their dinner plans for heaven's sake.

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Angela fell in love with Mr Merchant's office as soon as she walked in. It was the type of room that she could explore for hours - thanks to the two walls of books. How she adored to read! Unfortunately she didn't have any time to explore the shelves and shelves of books as Mr Merchant had put her immediately to work.

There was nothing overly taxing about the work, which consisted mostly of taking dictation, typing notes and making the occasional computer data entry. However, she had an unfortunate moment early on when stretching for a file and had been horrified when her chest had lifted up and out of the corset and they hadn't slipped back inside. Thankfully Mr Merchant hadn't seemed to notice, but her poor nipples were constantly brushing against her blouse and it left her most... uncomfortable.

Because of that, Angela couldn't enjoy being Mr Merchant's sounding board on the occasion when he leaned in to ask her opinion. Every time he did, his body would press against hers, making her stomach clench. Like Mrs Merchant, he was constantly touching her arm, her shoulder, her back... and every touch left a curious pulling sensation deep within her.

Miss Johnson, I am very pleased with the way you are willing to do whatever your position requires. Now get some rest relax and enjoy Rève Noir... now be a Good Girl and off you go!

Cringing at the very non-good girl feelings that seemed to have overtaken her all day, Angela nodded quietly and was almost to the door when Mr Merchant asked if she knew what was on the menu for dinner.

Looking over her shoulder at the inquiry of whether she knew what was on the menu that evening, Angela replied, "I believe Mrs Merchant has indicated lamb would be served tonight." The look on his face at her answer was rather intense and left her strangely breathless. Apparently Mr Merchant really likes his lamb...

 

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Alex loved the shy maidenly blush that had colored his young Executive Assistant’s cheeks the most delightful shade of pink every time he brushed against her, and the first faint fragrance of the chaste young beauty’s arousal that teased his nostrils with its heady musky fragrance. A wicked smile toyed at the corners of his mouth as the girl softly answered,

” I believe Mrs. Merchant has indicated lamb would be served tonight."

Angela’s shy little crimson blush turned a deeper shade of pink as her eyes met his and the young beauty noted the intensity of his gaze.

“I do so love tender young lamb Miss Johnson.”

Her employer’s voice had a dark sensual quality to it that seemed to caress her senses as much as it was simply heard a seductive quality that seemed to entice and to tempt by its very nature.

“Off you go Miss Johnson……”

Alex paused his eyes met hers.

“ I look forward to having you for dinner to night Miss Johnson.”

Alex Merchant sat down and waved his hand in dismissal as he set to work once more. With sweet visions of this evenings feast dancing before his minds eyes. When he was sure that his young assistant was gone he rang for Jordan, who came eagerly to his summons.

Yes Master.

The gorgeous little blond meekly replied as she dropped to her knees her fingers laced at the nape of her neck as she rested her heart shaped little ass on her heels as she waited her Master’s pleasure.

“ Make sure last nights video is set up for viewing in the dinning room Jordan for this evening’s meal just in case or chaste little Miss Might baulk at her new duties Jordan.”

Before the golden beauty could say a word Alex placed a single finger to his lips for silence.

“ Now come show your Master how you have missed him Jordan.”

Jordan came to Alex on her hands and knees, disappeared into the well of his desk, loosed his manhood from his trousers to show him just how much she had missed pleasing him.


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The dinner gong sounded promptly at 8PM summoning all of Rève Noir to dinner. When Angela entered there was not a plate or table setting placed on the dark maroon table cloth. Far from looking like a table set for the evening meal it had an uncanny resemblance to the bed in Angela’s darkly sinful and arousing dream.

Come here my sweet little lamb.

Julia cooed as she held out her hand to the chestnut haired beauty in a silent command for her to come nearer and to take her hand. As Angela hand slipped into Julia’s Mrs. Merchant led the girl to the head of the table and cooed so sweetly,

[color] Mount the table and strip for us Miss Johnson for you my dear are our feast this evening.

When Angela gasped in disbelief and her flawless cheeks turned scarlet at the outrageous demand Alex softly said,

“Jordan”


A darkly sensual gasp was heard as the far wall of the dining room became a giant video screen and there Angela was naked as the day she was born and for all practical proposes seemed to be enjoying being the center of attention in a hethanistic debauchery.

“ I am sure your parents would love to see how their little girl is settling in at Rève Noir Miss Johnson….”

Alex paused only a moment before continuing.

“ Or do you require Lawrence and Jordan’s assistance to do as your Mistress has commanded.”

 

[Angeleyz]

I do so love tender young lamb, Miss Johnson.

Angela stared at Mr Merchant, wondering what it was about him that made him so breathless... Well him and Mrs Merchant, actually... They were both so... so.... Oh, she couldn't describe it, but there was just something about what they did, what they said that caused her to have rather.... inappropriate feelings.

Off you go, Miss Johnson... I look forward to having you for dinner to night, Miss Johnson.

Blinking as if coming out of a trance, Angela noted the dismissal, even as she wondered about his strange phrasing. "Yes, Mr Merchant," she murmured as she left his office.

Making her way back to her room, Angela considered taking a bath in the oh so tempting bathtub, but dismissed the idea as she didn't want to have to ask for assistance in getting out of her corset. The very idea left her strangely restless, and that worried her immensely.

Deciding that she desperately needed to talk to her parents, if only to drive these odd feelings and odder thoughts from her mind, Angela scoured the room for her cell phone. Her beat up briefcase was still on the dresser where she had placed it, along with her puzzle book, but no phone. She pulled the bed apart, but no phone was in sight. She even hiked up her skirt and carefully dropped to the floor, peering under the bed, but no phone was in sight.

Sitting back on her heels, Angela muttered to herself, not understanding what she could have done with it. "Darnit, where IS it?" she asked aloud. Sighing, she pushed herself up.

The movement brought her attention to something she could do something about, namely get her chest back into the blasted corset. She quickly unbuttoned the first couple of buttons of her blouse and yanked at the top of the corset. Between that and stuffing them down, she eventually got her nipples covered back up, which was a relief after the constant rubbing they had undergone all day.

Needing a distraction, Angela grabbed her puzzle book and a pencil and perched on the edge of the bed. Idle hands... Can't have idle hands...

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When Angela hurried into the dining room a few minutes after the dinner gong, she almost stumbled at the sight. Talk about déjà vu!

Come here, my sweet little lamb.

Angela obeyed Mrs Merchant's direction to come forward without thinking. Just as she slipped her hand into Mrs Merchant's out stretched hand, she though, 'Wait... Did she just call me a lamb?'

Mount the table and strip for us, Miss Johnson, for you, my dear, are our feast this evening.

Angela's eyes widened as wide as saucers as she gasped. Surely she hadn't heard correctly! Her mind instantly brought up images of her dream from the night before, and her cheeks blazed hotly.

Jordan...

Angela looked up at Mr Merchant just as an image came up on the far wall of the room. Images that were vivid reminders of her dream from the night before. Only, oh merciful heavens, it wasn't a dream.... Was it?!

I am sure your parents would love to see how their little girl is settling in at Rève Noir, Miss Johnson... Or do you require Lawrence and Jordan’s assistance to do as your Mistress has commanded?

Slipping her hand from Mrs Merchant, Angela backed away from her, while staring at the awful images on the wall ahead. One hand over her mouth, the other outstretched as if to wave the images away.

"No.... No.... No.... That can't be," she cried softly, "that was only a dream!"

 

[cgraven]

"No.... No.... No.... That can't be," she cried softly, "that was only a dream!"

Angela’s startled protest only brought a wicked smile to Alex and Julia’s faces as the shy chaste young beauty withdrew her hand from Mrs. Merchant’s as if she had been suddenly scaled.

“Oh Miss Johnson it was no dream. You were in fact a most delightful and willing participant!..........See for yourself………..Jordan from the beginning.”

Yes Master


The golden beauty sweetly cooed. Suddenly Angela was confronted with an image of herself rise from her seat at the dinner table, stepping out of her hells, and slowly stripping with the help of Lawrence and the stunning little blonde footman Jordan. The young innocent was confronted with the fact that she offered not the slightest resistance to them as she soon saw herself standing in nothing but her little black lacy thong. A little bemused smile on her face as she reclined onto the table lifted her slender hips so that chef Lawrence could remove her panties.

The Mistress told you to get up on the table and strip for her amusement…….

Jordan so sweetly whispered in Jordan’s ear.

………a good little girl obeys her Mistress, Bad little girls are forced to obey…… Oh how I hope you will be a bad little girl Miss Johnson.

Jordan softly whispered for her alone as she sensually cooed in the chaste young beauty’s ear. With a darkly malicious and sensual note to her young voice.

“Well Miss Johnson?”

Alex Merchant’s voice brought his young assistant back to the here and now and the very dark choices she faced. Hold to her parents’ strict teachings and have this humiliating tape sent to her Father and mother. Refuse to do as she was told as if she were a bad little girl and be punished and forced to obey or bend to their will. No matter which way the young beauty turned there appeared to be no avenue of escape open to her.

 

[Angeleyz]

Oh Miss Johnson, it was no dream. You were in fact a most delightful and willing participant! See for yourself... Jordan from the beginning.

Yes, Master

Angela looked on in horror as the images really did seem to show her as a willing participant in such sordid activities. She struggled to get her breathing under control, fearing she'd soon start to hyperventilate. Alarmed at the way her body seemed to be melting at the wicked images before her, she took another step away, as if by doing that it could distance herself from the effects, not realizing how closely Jordan now stood behind her.

The Mistress told you to get up on the table and strip for her amusement... a good little girl obeys her Mistress, Bad little girls are forced to obey... Oh how I hope you will be a bad little girl, Miss Johnson.

Angela shivered at the words whispered so softly in her ears, shivers that seemed to radiate from her very core. She was a good girl! But what they wanted her to do... that was not what a good girl did! Good girls don't strip in front of others and get on tables that were meant for eating. 'Good girls listen to their elders,' a sly little voice in the back of her mind cooed.

Well, Miss Johnson?

Angela looked around with wild eyes, searching for someone who would help her. Her father would have a coronary if he saw a tape with such vile acts, and her mother would likely have a nervous breakdown.

"Please... no! Please don't send th...that to my parents," she whimpered. She took a shuddering breath, eyes bright with unshed tears. "I'll... I'll be a good girl."

 

[cgraven]

Alex and Julia took a neutral stance as the chaste young beauty’s seduction continued with a little help from Jordan who new just what pressures, temptations and fears to instill in this young innocent to bring her to heel. After all it was not so very long ago the young golden beauty stood where Angela now stood.

"Please... no! Please don't send th...that to my parents,"

Angela Johnson pleaded her soft angelic voice a resigned whimpered whisper . She took a shuddering breath, and her gorgeous young body shivered in a most sensually erotic manner.

"I'll... I'll be a good girl."

Angela’s soft bright eyes shimmered so seductively with her unshed tears.

Then step out of your heels Miss Johnson.

Julia tapped her foot showing how irritated she was with the young girl’s stubborn hesitance obviously seeing her as a very bad little girl not her very pleasing and obedient Good Girl.. Once Angela did step out of her heels Julia snapped.

Lawrence help her!

Yes Mistress.

Angela had no idea if this ebony Giant was to rip her clothes from her or not. His massive hands encircled her trim little waist and he lifted Angel from her feet held her high in the air and then set her on to the table top where all had a very clear view of her.

“Strip Miss Johnson, strip and show us that you truly can be Our Good Girl

All eyes were on the shy chaste young Miss as they waited to see if she obeyed. Jordan was hoping against hope that the girl would falter so she could tie her spread eagled to the table and cut every stitch of her clothing from that gorgeous supple innocent young body.

 

[Angeleyz]

Then step out of your heels, Miss Johnson.

Angela cringed at Mrs Merchant's sharp command, hearing her irritation in not only her tone of voice, but in the rapid tapping of her foot. It was such a marked contrast to Mrs Merchant's normal tone with her, and she found that it bothered her greatly for some reason.

Surely there was a way out of this predicament... One that wouldn't require her to sacrifice her morals, but wouldn't cause that awful tape to be sent to her parents. Maybe she could run and lock herself in a bathroom or something like that?

Glancing at Mr and Mrs Merchant's faces, Angela was afraid she was making them lose their patience, so stern they appeared. She slowly stepped out of one heel and then the other, biting her bottom lip.

Lawrence, help her!

Yes, Mistress.

Angela let out a small squeak as Lawrence picked her up, terrified as to what he was going to do. However, all he did was transport her to the table, where he placed her with ease.

Strip, Miss Johnson, strip and show us that you truly can be Our Good Girl

Angela's eyes darted among the four people staring at her, hoping against hope that she'd see some sign of someone who would help her, would put a stop to this. Mr Merchant stood there impassively, while Mrs Merchant continued to gaze upon her with a look of such disappointment that she wanted to beg her forgiveness. Lawrence stood there with his arms crossed over his massive chest totally expressionless, while Jordan... Jordan just stared at her with the oddest expression on her face, terrorizing in its unknown intensity.

Swallowing hard, Angela raised trembling hands to the buttons on her blouse and tried to unbutton the first button.

 

[cgraven]

Alex loved that trapped look of a young doe caught in the headlights of an oncoming “semi” as her soft tear shimmering eyes darted from face to face in her futile search for mercy. He noticed how those stunningly expressive and beautiful eyes looked so wounded as they met Julia’s icy gaze, those soft ripe lips silently moving as if to say forgive me, I’ll be a good girl. and those dainty trembling fingers rose to her blouse and tried to unbutton the first button.

Julia was never a woman of patience particularly when she wanted a young beauty bent to her will.

Lawrence, Jordan get Miss Johnson out of those clothes….Now….I am hungry!

The Chef and the footman moved quickly in well practiced move to bare the frightened young virgin down, down on to that maroon table clothe, down on the table were she was the sacrifice, down to be bound all choice taken from her.

[color=green[/i] Stretch your hands above your head Miss Johnson do not anger the Mistress further with your hesitation.[/color]

His dark voice had whispered in her ear just for Angela to hear. No matter wither she obeyed or not it was clear her hands would be bound and drawn above her head.



Spread your legs girl I have no time to deal with ban girls that I leave to Jordan.

Snapped Julia. It was now very clear to Angela that she was to be bound spread-eagled to the table and her gorgeous supple chaste young body to be offered to the sinful desires and pleasures of the Merchant’s.

It was not long before Angela’s worst fear came to pass as she indeed found herself bound hand and foot and spread-eagled in the most scandalous manner. The chaste young beauty was fully clothed except for her stockings which had been stripped from her as she was bound.

Jordan!

Julia said no more that the golden beauty’s name. A wicked smile bowed her sweet moist lips as she cooed so sensually.,

I did tell you what happened to “Bad Little Girl’s” Miss Johnson.

Jordan cooed as the light glinted off the keen edge of the knife she held. The cold unyielding caress of steel to soft supple skin,

Be very still girl lest you get cut.

Jordan giggled as she cut the first button from Angel’s blouse the button that had failed to open and had sealed her fate. Each button clattered to the floor as it was cut free. The chaste young maid’s blouse gapped open to show the soft swell of her breast. And she knew that the golden beauty would do just as she said, cut every stitch from Angela’s gorgeous young body. The soft whisper of fabric parting as it surrendered to the keen edge of Jordan’s knife caressed the chaste young virgin. Soon her blouse was nothing but tatters that feel away from her supple young body.

Now for your skirt Miss Johnson!

Jordan seductively hissed in Angela’s ear as the cold caress of that unyielding steel sensually slid over the flat quivering plain of the bound young chestnut haired beauty’s abdomen.

 

[Angeleyz]

Lawrence, Jordan, get Miss Johnson out of those clothes….Now….I am hungry!

Before Angela could react, her arms were seized by Lawrence and Jordan, his with an almost gentleness despite his massive size, hers with a bruising grip with nails biting into her skin. She squeaked as they forced her down to the table top, wanting to protest that she could do it herself... That she had been trying to, but her fingers wouldn't work right.

Stretch your hands above your head, Miss Johnson, do not anger the Mistress further with your hesitation.

Angela was afraid of what they were going to do with her, her every instinct being to flee as quickly as she was able to, but she was terrified of what Mrs Merchant would do if she didn't comply. Choking back a sob, she stretched her arms above her head as the chef had indicated.

Spread your legs, girl, I have no time to deal with bad girls that I leave to Jordan.

Spread her legs?! Oh god, what had she gotten herself into? Her limbs trembling in fear, she inched her legs apart while holding back the pleas that wanted to tumble from her lips. Surely there was a huge misunderstanding... She was a good girl, but the things they wanted her to do would surely lead her down a road to depravity and immorality.

With a snort of derision, Jordan pushed her legs further apart and reached up her right leg to the top of her stocking. She slowly worked it down, trailing her fingers lightly on the inside of her thighs, making Angela flinch, and then repeated the same movements with her left stocking.

At the same time, Lawrence slowly wrapped some sort of rope around her wrists, making some sort of almost soothing noises deep within his chest. Angela clenched her teeth as he pulled her arms taut over her head, causing her back to arch slightly.

Jordan lightly traced up and down the inside of Angela's legs almost tickling her in a most peculiar war. Angela was floored by the way her legs seemed to move further apart on their own as if some part of her, some naughty part of her, was enjoying what they were doing to her. Good girl, I'm a good girl!!!!

Lawrence once more wrapped rope around each of her ankles, and then he and Jordan pulled her legs even further apart and somehow secured the rope such that she couldn't close her legs despite how much she tried.

Jordan!

Angela started when she heard the sharp command from Mrs Merchant, having almost forgotten the Merchants were watching. She looked up in alarm when Jordan came towards her holding an open knife.

I did tell you what happened to “Bad Little Girl’s” Miss Johnson.

"Wait! Please.... I am a good girl... Please don't do this... I am a good girl," Angela cried out frightened.

Be very still, girl, lest you get cut.

Angela was terrified of the little giggle Jordan gave as she cut the first button from her blouse. Oh my god, these people are crazy! The expression of the footman's face was even more terrifying, an unholy gleam seemed to shine from her eyes as her lips curled into a smile of pure devilry.

Angela couldn't stop herself from gasping aloud as the next button was slowly removed and closed her eyes as if it could help shield her from what was happening. Not being able to see Jordan's enjoyment of the act should have made things better, but it only seemed to make things worse as she felt every pull of a button being removed and every brush of the fabric of her blouse brushing her skin as it fell away. Snap out of it, Johnson....

Now for your skirt, Miss Johnson!

Angela's eyes shot open at the whispered comment in her ear and the terrifying graze of metal against her stomach. She whimpered long and low in the back of her throat, wanting desperately to plead with them to stop this madness, but was afraid Jordan's hand would twitch and slit her open.

 

[cgraven]

Julia Merchant struck a rather imperious pose as the sweet little chaste virgin was born down, bound spread-eagled to the table and her blouse slowly cut away by the little teen golden beauty who obviously enjoyed her task. Jordan’s ice blue eyes had coolly smiled down into Angela’s soft innocent eyes that shimmered with her as yet unshed tears as she taunted the hapless beauty.

Now for your skirt Miss Johnson!

There was a dark glee that shown from those icy blue eyes as the material of the bound virgin’s skirt parted under the keen edge of Jordan’s knife. As each little patch of newly bared skin was reveled Jordan gave it a sensual little kiss of a seductive little nipple as Angela’s skirt slowly parted and fell away. Now the only garments left to the innocent young girl were her black lacy thong panties and her confining corset. The taunting golden beauty kissed her way back up Angela’s gorgeous supple young body. Her fingers deftly loosed the hooks and eyes of the corset and again with each little clasp that gave way the newly bared skin was given a kiss ands a darkly erotic little lick followed by a lover’s nip. Slowly Jordan worked from the chaste bound beauty’s quivering abdomen up the sensual curves of her torso till just one hook an eye held the corset closed. With it surrender Angela’s breasts and nipples would be bared for them all and this time there was not drug to give her the illusion of a dream. This time it was all too real. One more hook and eye and then Jordan would have unfettered access to the girl’s firm magnificent breasts.

Angela’s corset fell away and then she felt a sharp tug at her hips, the sound of renting fabric, and the cool kiss of the evening air on newly bared skin. Miss Angela Johnson was totally naked. Barred to their hungering eyes bound and helpless to defend her honor or her virtue.

Mistress she has been such a very bad girl Mistress shall I shave her?

Julia paused a moment in thought her face unreadable, time seemed to drag by a moment seemed like an eternity. Finally,

Shave her Jordan!

 

[Angeleyz]

Horrified, Angela could only lay there as Jordan slowly sliced through the fabric of her skirt. The fact that she was using a knife should have been scary enough, but she had to go and kiss or nibble on her skin as she did so, like she was taunting the fact that she was helpless. Surely that was the only reason her muscles contracted each time Jordan's lips touched her skin and not because she was enjoying any of this awful treatment. Lead me not into temptation...

Her breathing quickened to the point of new hyperventilation as Jordan slowly worked the corset loose, again giving her skin the same shameful treatment of kisses and nibbles, but this time adding licks that would have reminded her of a kitten's attention had she not been bound near naked and legs spread on a table.

Angela's skin turned a fiery red when the corset opened and her panties were cut off. She only caught a glimpse of the lascivious stares of the others in the room before she closed her eyes, lashes wet from the unshed tears. Her parents would be so upset with her - she was supposed to keep herself pure and instead had all but gave in without a fight.

Mistress, she has been such a very bad girl. Mistress, shall I shave her?

Angela opened her eyes in confusion. Shave her? What in the world was Jordan talking about? She had taken care of that already when she was getting ready for the interview what felt years ago. She looked over to Mrs Merchant, whose face revealed nothing.

Shave her, Jordan!

Angela's brows knit as she was left to wonder what in the world was she going to be subjected to next.

 

[cgraven]

Shave her, Jordan!

Yes Mistress

Jordan cooed so sensually a softly whispered coo that had an erotic little hiss to it. Those cool icy blue eyes smiled down in to Angela’s confused and bewildered tear shimmering gaze.

Oh no pretty baby not your silky legs………

The nails of Jordan’s fingers sensually slid up the long satin smooth skin of the bound young beauty’s legs to draw idle little patterns on the cream ivory skin of her inner thigh.

…… Nor under your arms my dear…….

As she spoke Jordan’s hot moist breath bathed Angela’s puffy dusky pink areola, and her diamond hard pale pink nipple.

Lawrence the shaving kit.


Jordan’s fingers slowly slid higher on the bound chaste virgin’s thigh, They toyed with the downy fleece that hid Angela’s virgin treasure.

I shall enjoy shaving you as smooth as the day your were born you naughty little girl.

Jordan sensually hissed into the trapped beauty’s ear.

Jordan was kneeling between Angela’s wide spread legs when Lawrence set the shaving kit before Jordan just beneath the hapless beauty’s exposed little pussy. Jordan was as gleeful as a naughty little girl as she lathered her hands in the hot water and then began to work that rich lather seductively into the tawny chestnut fleece that covered Angela’s maiden’s treasure. A beam of light glinted off the keen edge of the straight razor.

Be very still baby lest I cut you.[/i]

Jordan smiled as she lay the cold unyielding steel to Angela’s soft supple skin. The soft tug of the razor, its rasp across a softly seductive whisper and in its wake nothing was left but smooth bare skin. By the time that Jordan was through there was not one tawny chestnut hair left to hide the bound beauty’s naked perfection from their eyes as she lay there spread eagled and as naked as the day she had been born.

so…..smooth,…..so….soft……

After each word the stunning little golden blonde gave Angela’s shaven pussy a sensual little kiss.

……so delicious!

Jordan’s little pink tongue snaked out to take a long seductive lick as she savored the hapless young bound beauty’s shaven pussy.