Sub Training 210 (More Intense Training) ~ Closed for Queenee/Calla and myself

[LordOfAnarchy]

It was a new day. Rex woke, spending the night dreaming of the visions he had created in his mind. A beautiful woman, once as pure as the driven snow, open and welcoming his soul into her arms, no longer untouched, no longer pure. The snow had been melted and turned into boiling water from the intense fire he had unveiled from within her. It was a vivid dream. One he would have to remember the details of, and work into his sessions with Calla.

Yes! It was Calla now! It would always be Calla now. Diane was a woman that would be relegated to home, to her real time personal life, as dull, and boring, and lonesome as it seemed. Calla was a woman of totally different proportions. She was very much alive, very curious, and very personable. Some would say it was an alter ego, not like her at all; but Rex knew better. Yes, he knew that Calla was always there within, waiting, dying for the right opportunity to come out and proclaim her freedom. Rex was the ONE to do just that.

It was early. Calla was at work! He knew that. It was something he should be doing. But no! Calla had begged him, "that this was not the end." It was only the beginning. The beginning of a new level of submission. The beginning of his domination over her, body and soul. Calla would still have the mind blowing orgasms she had the previous two days, even more intense. However, the rules were about to become a bit more strict. And his demands of her a bit more increasing.

Oddly enough, for Rex, he found more and more of his moments, totally consumed with thoughts and visions of his Calla. He felt a growing need, a growing desire and hunger, to take this relationship beyond the realm of cyber fantasy. He wasn't sure if Calla felt the same way, but what he had in store for her, would hopefully persuade her.

He logged into his computer, and sat down with his cup of coffee. He started up the chat channel, and sat back and lurked. It was early. None of his other "playmates," ever logged in this early, and Rex occasionally enjoyed watching the interlude from the others, just to amuse himself, and see what others were up to.

When Rex scanned down the list of names, he suddenly jolted upright in his seat once more. There she was!

Despite being at work, DianeH37 was logged into the chat. He wondered if she was "playing" with others, but it was quite apparent she wasn't. He momentarily considered, logging off, or making himself invisible, but changed his mind.

He sat back, enjoying his coffee, sitting in his pajama boxers, nothing else, staring intently at the little icon next to her name... waiting ... watching ... thinking ... waiting!

 

[Queenee]

I had done it! I had made the decision to continue on this journey that I had started only 2 days ago, a journey that in my wildest dreams I had never imagined could feel so real! My palms were sweaty! I was filled with nervous excitement over where this 'link' might take me. Could I handle it, emotionally.. physically..? Was I really ready to take this step? I had a small taste of how it felt to have someone else assume control of my body.. my mind; a sample of how pain could bring pleasure, and how i was beginning to be able to refocus myself to control my body responses, to breath, and to just 'let go'.

Per my usual routine, I logged in to chat with the hopes that he may have logged in. I was still pretty much a 'lurker' in the room. Taking in the interactions between the other members, I had become familiar with their routines. On occasion someone would speak to me, and I would respond, but I had never gone looking for conversation, and until two days ago, I was sure no one had even noticed me. That is, until his PM window openend on my screen... And this morning, he was there... quietly observing the room. And I felt an instant heat flush my cheeks and between my thighs. I waited for a few moments... building the courage to let him know that I was aware of his presence. Remembering how it was that he wanted to be addressed in IM, I openend the window and began typing..

"Good Morning, Master. It is nice to see you this morning."

I sent it off and waited. I knew from his previous instruction that he would respond when he was available. I would not message him again, no matter how much I wanted to...

I tried to switch my focus to my work.. but it was nearly impossible. I kept waiting to see the orange flash at the bottom of my task bar indicating I had a message waiting. Maybe he hadn't received my response to his offline message? Maybe he didn't know I had chosen to follow him deeper down the path.. or maybe he had changed his mind!

"Breathe" I said to myself...

 

[LordOfAnarchy]

Rex was literally beside himself. This was almost too good to be true. It was already definitely too real … so why couldn’t it be true? He sipped a bit more of his coffee before setting it next to his keyboard. He saw the “Good Morning,” message scroll through the chat room chatter. Just like the night before he forced himself to sit upright. A sudden surge of adrenalin coursing through his veins made him instantly, wide awake, feeling like a million bucks. He also had a wide smile on his face, something he hadn’t done in quite a while; at least not as far as his current relationship was concerned. He made a mental note of that in the back of his head as he clicked on her name on the sidebar.

He opened up a new window, a private window. Once more he would take time to talk to his newfound acquaintance one on one. He didn’t know much about her work, but was surprised to find that she could converse with him while at work. This was something that would make their relationship even more interesting as time would go on, he assured himself.

”Good morning my lovely flower, it is a surprise to see you online this morning!”

That was all he needed to write. The rest would be up to her. She had requested to go further. This would be the beginning of her journey deeper into the forest, where the trees grow dense, and sunlight struggles to get through. He waited to see how she responded, wanting to see if she had truly ‘learned’ from her previous encounters, or whether her actions were just because she was caught up in the heat of the moment?

It wasn’t really head games that he was playing. It was a test; a simple test to see if she learned. If she hadn’t, she would need to be punished, for it is only through punishment and discipline that correct behavior can be achieved. He hoped and prayed he wouldn’t have to punish her. He wanted everything to go smoothly for her. He wanted her to be happy, because he wanted to be happy.

It was this indecision which pained him as he struggled to decide whether he should tell her what he expected to see in her response to him, or just wait and see if she simply did what she was supposed to do. He had confidence in his lovely Calla; DianeH37 now, while she was at work! But to him, she would always be Calla, pure, white, soft, and gentle on the outside, but just bursting to open wide and show her inner beauty.

He sent the reply off with nothing more. Sitting back momentarily, taking a gulp of his coffee, he sat waiting for her private IM reply. He wasn’t expecting to be like this so early in the morning, but she had just revitalized him, and he was ready and raring to go. He closed all his other open windows, so that he could concentrate on her this morning. He had nothing pressing at all today. Today was going to be devoted to Calla, whether she knew it or not!

 

[Queenee]

I sent off my message and waited... heart in throat, sweaty palms, and an all over shake inside that made me laugh, albeit a nervous laugh, but still, how could a MESSAGE in a chat room cause me to react so strongly! I took a deep breath, and said, under my breath "breath, girl... Jesus! its a message!"

It was just a few moments when the private window popped up on my screen. He had responded!! My heart dropped back into my chest and was pounding so hard, that I was sure others in the office could hear it! I read his words, ”Good morning my lovely flower, it is a surprise to see you online this morning!”
I began responding, telling him good morning, how excited i was about our journey, how much i was looking forward to moving forward, nervous, but excited... I was about to hit send, I was one little click away when a little voice in my head said "breath". It was like a light bulb went off in my brain! I had babbled on and on, like I had the very first night we 'met'. Iquickly backspaced my words and typed a simple reply that said; "Good Morning, Master.(she sinks softly to her knees at His feet) I hope you slept as well as i, last night."

I sent it off, feeling much more relaxed, and much less anxious. If there was anything I knew, it was that I wanted very badly to do this right. He had shown me in two short evenings new levels of ecstacy that could be achieved by simply allowing myself to trust, and feel..

I sat back in my chair, holding the warm mug of coffee between my hands, and waited again...

 

[LordOfAnarchy]

Rex held his coffee in his hand, sipping it, patiently waiting for that reply to come back and pop up on his screen. As he was waiting, his mind was already conjuring up images and ideas of where he would lead her now, now that she had taken the path towards deeper submission, moving into uncharted territories for her. It wasn’t that he was sinister, it was merely his mind constantly working in overdrive that made him envision such lovely scenes that were sure to bring a smile to his face.

When the message popped up, Rex sat forward, placed his mug down and read.

Immediately, a warm feeling coursed through his body, and it wasn’t the heat of the coffee. A sense of pride and happiness warmed him, seeing that indeed she had learned. She had learned that her rightful place before him was on her knees. She had called him Master, and had inquired about his sleep. She was falling quickly and didn’t even realize how quickly she was changing. Rex knew when she began this venture, it was all about her! Attention to her, pleasing her, and satisfying her. Yet now, here she was, on her knees, submitting to him, giving him the attention, pleasing him, and concerned about satisfying him. This is the transformation that ultimately thrilled Rex beyond his wildest dreams.

The adrenaline was flowing freely, the caffeine had kicked in, and Rex was ready to start anew. Just like the previous night, the words flowed from his brain, down his arms to his fingers, which tapped quickly onto the keyboard. He was a new man once again; a man on a mission. He now had a new dream, a new desire, a new reason to look forward to every new day.

”My dearest Calla. It warms me to see you so beautiful and smiling on this wonderful day. I am thrilled that you have decided to come with me as we travel this road together. My hand will guide you as we journey together through this land of enchanted wonders. Take my hand, and let’s not waste time so that we may reach our first destination.”

Rex knew she was at work, and knew that her time would most likely be limited, or be choppy for fear of getting caught. Yet she was the one who came online, looking for him. He was going to take full advantage of it. He added a bit more to his post before sending it off.

”My lips kiss you good morning, tasting the morning dew freshness upon them before turning towards the path. 'As we travel down this road Calla, I need to warn you that more will be expected of you. You will need to follow directions more carefully and closely to not get lost.'

'We had talked before of separating Diane from Calla. Now is the time to leave Diane behind. From this point forward, only Calla may continue. I need you to make the switch Calla. Show me that you are willing to make the switch. Show me, and make me proud.'

I drop my hand from yours and take a few steps forward. I stop, turn around and face you, holding out my hand. ‘Come to me Calla. Come to me, and tell me what you are wearing today!’ “

Rex sent it off, knowing that Calla knew exactly what he was talking about. He knew it would be a while for her next reply to come through, so he quickly ran off to the bathroom to relieve himself of the initial coffee effect, and returned to await her reply.

 

[Queenee]

beginning her transformation

My heart leapt as the words appeared on the screen in front of me....
'We had talked before of separating Diane from Calla. Now is the time to leave Diane behind. From this point forward, only Calla may continue. I need you to make the switch Calla. Show me that you are willing to make the switch. Show me, and make me proud.'

In my dreams, it was how he addressed me, always... the sound of my new name rolling off his tongue. It was natural, it felt right. I could hear the rich, smooth, strong tone of his voice that grabbed my attention and held it in rapture as my body responded under his strong hands. Each time I awoke, I found myself sweaty, heart racing, and very wet. Each time, falling back into the dream.....

I knew what he was asking me to do, and I knew that this was probably the last time I would speak to him as "diane_h37". From hear on out, I would become calla, with every fiber of my being. I began my reply....

"yes Master, I do know what you are asking of me. From here on out I shall 'be' calla, as you request. I will do my best to please you, and I trust that you will guide me and keep me safe on this journey."

I sent it off, wanting him to know that my delay in responding was not due to any hesitation on my part in taking this step. It was indeed, a big decision for me.. but my desire to continue along this journey, my desire to have it become more than just my exploration of a fantasy, but an awakening of a desire that I had no idea burned so deeply inside.

"Master, I will go now and do as you wish. When I return I shall be calla...and I will be ready for this journey with my whole heart and soul. I will be ready to follow you down this path."

I sent off this second message and prepared myself to 'become' calla...

 

[_calla]

her transformation

Everything was in order. I had created my new account... I had transferred all of my photos and other important information to _calla. I wanted to make sure that that everyting was perfect and as I knew he would like it. I wanted to 'test' it out... I wanted him to know that I had taken the important step just as he had asked, commanded.

It took some time to set up my new email account and user ID, but finally I nervously logged in as _calla, and sent a request to add him to my contact list. The screen sat in idle for what felt like an eternity. Was he away from his screen? Was he pleased with the ID I had chosen? What I did know, was that I could not wait to alleviate all of this anxiety that I was feeling!

In preparation for his 'accepting' my request, I began my response to his first second request...
"I drop my hand from yours and take a few steps forward. I stop, turn around and face you, holding out my hand. ‘Come to me Calla. Come to me, and tell me what you are wearing today!’ “

In my mind I could see him standing there before me, his eyes roaming across my body. I wanted him to know the great care I had taken this morning in choosing my clothing. It was not much different than the way I chose my business suit each day, and I was sure the plain black suit jacket and knee length skirt would not pique his interest, as much as what I had chosen to wear under it.

"Master," I began " I first wanted you to know that my dreams of last night were the most intense dreams that i have ever experienced. It was so real that I was sure I could feel your warm breath against my neck as I woke from the erotic scenes. When I awoke this morning and showered clean all traces of each orgasm you allowed me last night, I could not think of anything but what would make you happy. My suit today is plain black. my silk blouse underneath is a deep red. It excited me to pull on my black garter set and silk stockings, I have worn them only once before, but this time i found myself excited beyond imagination! Under the red silk, I put on a pretty black lace bra. It did not offer any one looking at me even a hint of suggestion, but just knowing that I was wearing it, was enough to send me teetering on the edge! My black heels are a conservative 3" in height. I hope this is acceptable for you."

I saved my post, just in case something happened, and waited patiently, though with some anxiety, for him to accept the invite. My world was reeling .. I was excited beyond belief! I was ready...

 

[LordOfAnarchy]

Rex had returned to find her anxious reply, agreeing to do as requested. He was pleased that she was able to read into his cryptic words, knowing exactly what he had expected of her. He was happy because it was a sign that she was becoming in tuned with his thinking, with his thoughts, becoming one with him! That was what it was all about!

He knew the task he had assigned would take a while so he drifted to the shower, now that his body and brain were both awake. However, in the shower, Rex could not take his mind off of Calla, especially when his hand circled his soapy length and began sliding along it. “Hold off,” he hissed to himself, convincing his inner brain, that things would definitely be more interesting than his brain could imagine at this early point in the day.

He finished up, toweled dry and wrapped himself in the damp cloth, returning to his computer, “just to check and see” if she had managed to complete her task quickly? Imagine his surprise when he spotted a request from a new member to be added to his list! Rex blinked his eyes and reread the name a second time! There it was .. just for him … “calla” … just as he had hoped! There was his flower, waiting for his response, so quick, and so efficient!

Rex didn’t even bother returning to his wardrobe. He sat in the chair, damp towel still wrapped loosely about him, and accepted her invitation with hearty glee. Diane was gone! Calla was here! Calla was here with him, going with him on a deeper voyage into the dark world he had created, leading her with baited breath. He was going to send a “congratulations” message, or one that said, “job well done.” But as he sat there, he remembered giving her an order associated with his last request.

She was half way completed. She had transformed, but was she going to do as he had asked? He waited patiently, waiting to see if she’d respond, telling him what she was wearing. He began painting images of her in his head, dressed in a conservative business suit, leaving out the details, waiting for her reply.

He was anxious. He hoped he wouldn’t have to wait long, or ask her again. He wanted her to tell him all! He wanted his picture to be as complete as possible. He tapped his fingers along the desk, waiting for that message to pop up, already feeling something else popping up through the opening in the towel.

 

[_calla]

It could have been my birthday...I was so excited.... even though he said nothing, the message that he had accepted my request was enough to propel me even further ahead! My mind was racing.. I wanted to make sure he knew immediately that i had completed his task, though I did not want to seem too eager. It felt so odd, to be concerned about what he was thinking , wanting to know that he ws pleased, yet at the same time it felt exactly right.

I began typing a message to him as calla. I typed as slowly as my mind was choosing the words so that I did not come across to eager, too excited, too... 'new'. From here on I would absorb every word he said, I would live it.. and breath it... with him, at least. For the first time in a very long time, I didn't have to make a decision, I had made my last one when I took this path. It was incredibly-- freeing... if that could at all make sense.

"Master... thank you for accepting my request. I hope you are pleased so far. I have completed your task , as requested. I will post it in just a moment, but I wanted first to make sure you knew that I was taking this step with my whole heart and soul. For the first time, in a long time the two are in agreement! I am sure you will lead, and teach me well. Now, as you requested..... "

I sent the message off to him and immediately sent along the words that I had saved earlier, hoping he would indeed be pleased....

"Master," I began " I first wanted you to know that my dreams of last night were the most intense dreams that i have ever experienced. It was so real that I was sure I could feel your warm breath against my neck as I woke from the erotic scenes. When I awoke this morning and showered clean all traces of each orgasm you allowed me last night, I could not think of anything but what would make you happy. My suit today is plain black. my silk blouse underneath is a deep red. It excited me to pull on my black garter set and silk stockings, I have worn them only once before, but this time i found myself excited beyond imagination! Under the red silk, I put on a pretty black lace bra. It did not offer any one looking at me even a hint of suggestion, but just knowing that I was wearing it, was enough to send me teetering on the edge! My black heels are a conservative 3" in height. I hope this is acceptable for you."

 

[LordOfAnarchy]

Rex was speechless. For the first time in a long time, he had finally felt like he had found the perfect partner. There was an understanding, a sense of oneness between the two that he had not felt in a long time. Her first response left him stunned. In what had been a very short time, calla had relinquished her actions to her heart and soul, following them wherever they may lead her. Rex knew this was an important step, a colossal occasion, which he needed to handle delicately.

He could feel her release to him through her words. From this point forward, her heart and soul were literally in his hands. It was this power, this control, which Rex had longed for all along. It was not one which he would take lightly, for he knew the havoc he could unleash if he were careless. Calla was not a toy, not a plaything to be used, abused and tossed to the side in favor of a newer model. No! Calla was a living, breathing, sexual creature that needed nourishment and guidance to help her grow, to help her learn, to help her better please him. Just like the flower she had been named for, calla would be tended to like a gardener tends to his prize flowers, watching her bloom in all her radiant glory.

It was a mutual road they were now on. He would continue to reward her with pleasures and excitement beyond her imaginations, constantly opening new doors, new horizons, new worlds for her to discover and experience, as long as she continued to make him happy! Rex knew, the vicious cycle could go on forever, for his imagination and experience seemed limitless in comparison to her naivety.

Rex was still in a foggy haze when the second chime announced her promised reply. Rex was startled back to reality, where he then read her words. She had done just as he had asked. She had taken that step, turned to him and shown him her outfit in full erotic detail. It was quite more than he had expected, thinking he would have to pry the information from her. He was tickled to find her so forthcoming, detailing every item of clothing she was wearing today, and not just for work, but for HIM! She was wearing it for Him! Rex’s heart swelled and filled with joy.

As he read the note again, he now concentrated on the easel in his mind. The paintbrush began with each word she typed; black suit, red silk blouse, black garter set and silk stockings, black lace bra, and three-inch heels. The picture was getting clearer and clearer with each and every passage. She was becoming more and more real to him, making him want her more and more.

He wanted more. Rex knew he needed more, but that would come soon enough! Right now he was journeying down this road with calla, and he needed to proceed. What made it even more exciting for Rex, was knowing that he had calla while she was at work! It raised the excitement level several degrees as he planned his course of action.

”Calla! I hold out my hand to you, taking yours and turning you back towards the path. Together we walk hand in hand, heading into the thick dense forest where darkness begins to envelop us. Though it is dark, my steps are sure-footed and knowing. I pull you closer to me, side by side, wrapping my arm about your shoulder, caressing you as we walk. Eventually the path narrows to where only one can pass. I bring you in front of me, holding you with both arms wrapped around you.

Feel my body pressed against your back, calla. Feel my breath upon your neck. Feel my hands caressing your arms, soothing the tiny bumps of nervousness upon your skin. Feel my hands pull your hair from the back of your neck. Feel my lips kissing on the exposed flesh, moving to the side, suckling upon the lobe. Feel my heated blasts of air from my flaring nostrils, blow into your ear. Feel me calla! Feel me there with you!”

Rex wanted to stop there, and drag it out, make the moment last forever. He was about to send it off when he decided that, since calla was at work, her ‘free’ time may be limited. He added a bit more to his reply.

”Feel my hands ease the blazer from your shoulders, helping you remove the garment with practiced ease. Feel my eyes roaming over the red blouse, brightly lighting your figure in the darkness. Feel my hands gravitating naturally to your breasts, to cup them, to caress them, to squeeze them through the red silk. Calla, I can feel your hardening nipples already poking through. Tell me calla. Tell me. Tell me you feel it. Tell me what my hands are doing to you, calla!”

The gauntlet had been laid down. Now it was her turn to pick it up and run with it. Rex wanted to see how she would respond to his early morning stimuli. He was fully aware that his touch, combined with the excitement of carrying on while at work, mixed with the potential of being caught, would surely drive calla, quickly to the brink. He sat back, reached under his, now dry, towel and pulled his stiffening shaft into the open. He wrapped his fist around it and ever so slowly stroked it up and down, delaying his pleasure as long as possible.

 

[_calla]

A warm blush broke over my cheeks as I read the words running across the screen. I must be totally crazy! Here I was, sitting at my desk.. surrounded by the bustle of morning activity, glancing around carefully to see if anyone was looking at me.

Continuing on, his presence became even stronger as I began to feel him behind me, his warm breath against my skin, causing my nipples to harden against the unfamiliar lace of the demi bra I had put on. Pushing so hard that the faint trace was beginnign to stress the red silk.

My body ached to respond to his touch.. to the words that were lighting the flame deep inside. "Becareful" i thought to my self. I was acutely aware of the silk stockings that stopped mid thigh, the tension of the garter straps holding them in place. My breath heaved in my chest "”Feel my hands ease the blazer from your shoulders, helping you remove the garment with practiced ease. Feel my eyes roaming over the red blouse, brightly lighting your figure in the darkness. Feel my hands gravitating naturally to your breasts, to cup them, to caress them, to squeeze them through the red silk." The tension was .. well, intense! Again and again i read his words, wanting them to sink in fully before beginning my response as his message flashed across my screen.. "Tell me calla. Tell me. Tell me you feel it. Tell me what my hands are doing to you, calla!”

"Master... I feel you so close to me, your breath against my flesh... your hands at my waist. I close my eyes and walk, letting you guide me...trusting that my step will not faulter as long as you are beside me. I feel your hands move to my shoulders easing off my blazer, gently.. yet firmly. I drop my shoulders letting it fall off my arms and to the ground, leaving it behind. The red silk clearly shows the outline of my nipples, hard and pressing against the restraints of the lace. Your hands find their way to them, pressing back against each one with your palms, rubbing firmly before closing your fingers around each ... massaging them. I move my own hands to cover yours, laying my head back agaisnt your shoulder..

 

[LordOfAnarchy]

”Yes! Rest your head on my shoulder. Relax unto me my dear calla! I am your support. Grant me access to your body!”

Rex felt as if he was really there. Every time he closed his eyes, calla was there! He could smell her, feel her, hear her, just as if she were there in real life. It was becoming surreal. The connection between the two of them was stronger and stronger as each message passed between them. It went beyond the words, beyond the cyber link that connected them. They were becoming one in the purest sense.

“My hands continue to maul the tightening puckered peaks, fingers moving in unison with yours as they cover mine. I pinch, pull, and twist the hardened nubs, stretching them so they stand out further, more prominent, long and hard enough for anyone to see that might be looking. My mouth clamps down on the offered neck you have given me, your head back upon my shoulder. Fiercely I suckle the sweet flesh, quickly bringing color to the area as your blood draws closer to the surface. I graze my teeth along the reddened skin, feeling the change in temperature as your heat begins to rise.

One hand slowly undoes the top button and then the next, exposing a very healthy cleavage to my feasting eyes, faint traces of the black lace, now visible. One more button is undone, feeling your chest rise and fall with each deep breath you take. My hand slips inside. Flesh to flesh, skin to skin, down to where the breast is held in place. My hand frees the melon from the lace cup, returning to pinch, pull, tug and twist the rubbery, hard nipple.

The other hand roams lower, down over your abdomen, your taut stomach, twitching as I pull you tighter against me, forcing you back against me. I can feel your hands as they reach back, grabbing at my waist, searching for my ass, pulling me even tighter against you. I wriggle and writhe in conjunction with you, nestling my hard shaft comfortably between the supple mounds of your ass. Your whole body is given to me for me to use.

Tell me calla! Tell me in detail what you are feeling! Tell me how hot you are! Tell me how badly you want me calla. Tell me calla! Do you want me calla? Do you want me to fuck you calla? Do you want me to fuck you right here in the office calla? Beg me! Beg me to do it!”

Rex was surprised at himself. He may have been presumptuous of calla and her responses, including her reactions. But he had an innate sense of her, and what she was feeling right at that very moment. He reviewed his reply momentarily, wondering if he was too rough, or too bold.

He sent it off with the knowledge that calla had been warned. He told her she was going deeper, and this was part of it. He was taking her body, taking it all for his own amusement, while still giving her the ride of her life. Here she was, giving it to him! He knew she wanted it. He knew if she wanted it bad enough she would beg him. If she didn’t, he’d only arouse her more and more until the torturous teasing was too unbearable. She would submit to his will, whether she knew it or not, whether she wanted to or not! He had her, she was his!

He fisted his cock and stroked it more earnestly now, vividly envisioning the inner turmoil she was experiencing, sitting at her desk, office personnel walking about, struggling to maintain a non-descript look about her, as he took her on this explosive journey.

 

[_calla]

My heart stopped, I swear it did, as i read the words that flashed up on my screen.. I was locked in. I could feel his hands moving over my body, my nipples ached for his touch. Over and over I read the passage, briefly closing my eyes to feel again his caress. Leaning back in my chair, I rested my head back and imagined he was there, behind me.. holding me, supporting me as my legs began to tremble and falter beneath me. Time could have stood still at that moment, I don't really know. I was lost in it.. and, I was there with him.


Slowly... carefully.. I begin my reply. I know what he wants and i desperately want to give it to him. The excitement of this interaction, coupled with the fact that I am in a very public place make the little explosions that are going off in my body, so much more intense.

"Master...glancing around the room, it appears that everyone has completed their morning rituals.. coffee and gossip time is over. It is quiet in my corner of the office, I am alone. I move one hand into my blouse, to find one aching, hard little pebble that is screaming for attention. My fingers move over it, pulling and tugging just as you describe. It stirrs desires deep within me that soon will be out of my control. My breath has quickened and I feel your hand slip down my stomach... i can feel the pressure which you hold me against your body with. The heat radiating from your groin, along with the thick rod trapped between the thin fabrics that sepearate us drives me to the very edge of the abyss. My hips respond with slow circles grinding back to meet you. My ass rubs against that shaft,silently begging for it... A quiet whimper escapes my lips as I fight off the urge to release completely into you. The tension is building! In my mind, I am screaming, moaning, writhing within your arms! I feel your hot breath against my neck.. I hear your harsh whisper...chiding me.. "Tell me calla! Tell me in detail what you are feeling! Tell me how hot you are! Tell me how badly you want me calla. Tell me calla! Do you want me calla? Do you want me to fuck you calla? Do you want me to fuck you right here in the office calla? Beg me! Beg me to do it!” "YES!" yes .. yes !! over and over in my head I am screaming! "Master! I want you... fuck me !! PLEASE!! Right here .. at my desk...!! Take me!! I am ready for you! Please!!!!!!!!!!"

The words fly from my fingertips. I am screaming for him, inside. My body is tense.. my thighs pressed together tightly, clenching and releasing over and over. My clit throbbing, the warm trickle as my juices begin to flow harder making me even more aware that the dampness i had felt earlier, with his initial message has now become a small puddle! What I would not give to be able to have access to this throbbing spot right at this moment! I hit one last return and send my response off to him... and i pray he will not keep me in this state for too long!

 

[LordOfAnarchy]

Rex was on a roll right now. He was going to take calla to the very edge and drive her deliriously crazy with desire, pushing her, driving her deeper into his control. He read the reply, knowing she was putty in his hands, his toy to play with, his little love doll. Every action he took, once again, created an outcome that played right into his plans. Rex was a master tactician, a chess wizard, an impeccable planning guru, leaving very little to chance. He continued playing calla like an accomplished violinist, dragging his bow across her strings, bringing forth precise feelings and emotions from her. All the time he was doing this, the little nuances of his tone and commanding nature began to form and take shape. Ever so slightly, calla was becoming used to following his commands, his orders, his demands.

Yes, this was all about calla, but eventually she would understand it was all about him. He would be everything to her, and she would do anything for him, as long as he made her feel the way she was feeling now! As long as he gave her everything she needed, she would be his … completely!

”Calla, though the others have left you, I am still there. I am still grinding my hard shaft between your pressed ass cheeks. I know you can feel me pressing into you. My hand is still pinching, twisting, and tugging on that nipple. There is no care of the others; it is only about us right now. Slowly my hand on your hips grabs at your skirt, bunching up the material in my fist. Inch by delirious inch, the hem of your skirt rises to above your knees. I hear your moans fill my ears as you try so hard to stifle them. ‘Ssssssshh,’ I caution. ‘You don’t want to alert the others!’

You whimper as I raise the skirt again, pulling and tugging, showing me those lovely stockings you are wearing. I lean you back into me a little more, so that I can better view the lovely sight, baring before me as the skirt continues to go up like a stage curtain. ‘Mmmmm, nice,’ I exclaim, seeing the garter snaps, tugging tightly at the hem of your silk stockings. The bare flesh of your thighs is now visible to me with only a few more inches to go until you are fully available to me and my hungry eyes. ‘Sooo hot,’ I breathe into your ear, pulling your skirt up the remainder of the way, showing me your dripping wet sex.

Immediately my hand dips between your legs, pressing hard into your sex, my middle finger dragging through the slit as I draw it back. Up and down, I trace my finger along the wet folds, pressing more firmly on each pass, feeling you open up and spread for me, for my finger, begging me to explore more, to explore deeper. My finger pushes past the folds, into the moist opening, feeling you clench it, trying to keep it trapped within. I stroke it, in and out, getting it nice and wet with your juices. I pull it back out, hearing you whimper once again as I draw wet designs over your throbbing clit.

Do you feel it calla? Do you feel my finger fucking your pussy? Do you feel me fucking you, right there in your office? Tell me calla! Tell me how it feels! Are you ready to cum yet? Do you want to cum for your Master? Do you want to cum for me? Or do you want my cock? You want my hard, steel pole in that pussy instead of my finger? Tell me calla! Beg me!”

Rex quickly sent it off, already deep in trance, as if he were really there with her. Those were his words, flying out of his mouth; only they were there in print before his eyes. Rex had to catch his breath for a moment, reading his reply, wondering why it felt so real to him. This was becoming more than a cyber thing. This seemed to be too real, too life-like, and it made him wonder.

Nevertheless, his hand still wrapped comfortably around his shaft. He stroked it with a bit more determination and purpose, yet not enough to push him over the edge yet. He waited eagerly to see how calla would reply to his latest, hot reply.

 

[_calla]

Wow! It occured to me that i was sitting at my desk..surrounded by morning activity, and I was holding my breath! I was sure that anyone walking by could hear my heart pounding out of my chest. I shook myself out of it, stood up, and immediately felt a slow rush of warmth flood the thin fabric of the black thong I had put on. Never had I experienced such a rush!

I thought I might have a few moments before Master would respond, so I slipped down to the Ladies room and regain my composure a bit before i melted into a puddle right at my desk! I stood in front of the full length mirror for a moment, before hiking up my skirt, admiring the way the garters held the stockings up around my thighs. I let my fingers trace the garter straps up to where they attached to the thong. It felt incredible!

Quickly I straightend my skirt, splashed a bit of cool water across my cheeks, ran my fingers through my hair, and returned to the office. Just as I sat back down in my chair, the blinking light at the bottom of my screen told me that it was perfect timing! I was a bundle of nerves! Anxious, excited, and wildly HOT!... I moved my mouse to bring forward the waiting message....


A shudder rushed through my.He could have been standing behind me at that very moment. As I read his words, i began to feel the heat of his breath on my neck. I began to type....

"Master... yes! I can feel you... here with me right now! I feel the heat of your breath against my skin. My body is responding to your touch, as though your fingers were working their way deeper to my core! I use my own hands to roam along the curve of my waist, my hips, down my thighs and back up to the junction of my aching sex. Groaning as your finger finds its way between the wet folds, I rock back and forth in my chair feeling it... opening to it... in a hoarse whisper i beg you...plead with you.... to allow the flood gates to open and spill over into your palm... 'Master... please!'... My ass pressing back more urgently against your rock hard cock... 'I need to feel you fill me... let me cum for you!!"

I sent my plea off to him and sat back in my chair, letting my legs fall open, the cool air hitting my hot slit, and fighting off the urge to slip my hand beneath the black fabric, for two reasons; the first being that I was sitting in my office, door open, high probability of interruption, and second.. I knew the moment my fingers made contact, I would cum... permission or not...

 

[LordOfAnarchy]

Rex’s cock was twitching as he read her reply, almost ready to explode. He had to catch himself, stopping himself from being lost in the heat of the moment. The reality of this encounter was becoming unbearable, the trigger to his pistol, nearly pulled, ready to shoot his creamy bullets wherever they may land. He freed himself, putting his hands on the keyboard to take calla there.

”Your body is driving me delirious, and I can no longer hold back. With a sense of urgency and determination, I free my hand from your breast, quickly sliding it around your torso, pressing on your back. The hand, stroking in and out of the wet, slick folds, are tugging your hips even more so, back against my grinding groin. Bending you in half, I force you over till you have no option but to brace yourself against your desk.

My steel hard pole is throbbing between your pressed cheeks as the hand on your back slides down, down to your skirt. Hastily, I yank the back of your skirt up, flipping it up onto your back, exposing those gorgeous pale round orbs of flesh. My eyes gaze longingly on your inviting pose as my hand effortlessly removes the angry looking purple snake from my trousers.

Stepping between your legs, I force your feet apart, bringing you even closer to the flared crown, waiting to gain entrance to the dark tunnel. Gripping the shaft tightly, the mushroomed head flares even larger, nearly doubling its size. I run the purple and red helmet along the sodden folds, gathering enough lubrication on the first pass. I press the head against the moist entrance and hold it there for just a split second.

Inhaling deeply, I fill my lungs with air and hold it. Pressing forward, rocking my hips, flexing my ass, I hoarsely breathe out. ‘Yesssss, here it comes calla. Here comes the fucking you want!’ I stab violently as the first thrust takes place, releasing my grip so that I can penetrate as deep as possible, driving you forward on that desk.

I can feel you take me in, suck me inside of you, as that first grunt escapes your lungs. Grabbing your hips, I begin to immediately pick up speed and force, pile driving with all my force into the sweet wetness surrounding me. ‘That’s it! Take it! Fuck me! God yes! Jeezusssss! Sooo tight! Fuck me calla! Fuck me hard!’ My voice is low so that others can’t hear me, but strained and determined to get my point across. Each thrust forward by my hips is timed perfectly with the tugging back of your hips.

I watch with wild lust-filled abandon as your ass smashes and flattens against my stomach. The wet sounds of our sex fill the air as my heavy sac slaps noisily against the sopping wet flesh. The raw smell of sex and sweat fills my nostrils. Papers are being pushed and scattered with careless regard. ‘Fuck me calla! That’s it! Fuck me good!’ “

Rex hurriedly sent off the message for calla, waiting for her reply, not quite granting her the release she sought quite yet, but determinedly driving her even closer to the point of no return. He chuckled a bit, inwardly, imagining to himself how flustered she probably looked at that moment, sitting there at her desk, face flushed with a colorful blend of hues. He only wished he had an actual picture, a real image of her that he could implant in his imagination to make her even more real to him.

He returned to his cock, anxiously staring at his screen, waiting for her next reply to flash before him. He was nearly ready to dip into that mystic black abyss and swim in the pool of pleasures.

 

[_calla]

It can only be described as being caught in the center of a cyclone.... the walls were spinning around me and I did have to brace my hands on the edge of my desk to keep my self from spinning out of control! My heart racing, my breaths comming in ragged pants.. the words on the screen exploding in my mind!! How can this be?????!!!!

My whole body was responding to the rapid fire of each nerve synapse as it touched off the next. You know, they say you see stars just before you pass out.. I was certain that was about to happen as the darkness crept in from the edges of my vision. I was fighting so hard NOT to cum, that I was hyperventellating myself! Pushing myself up from my chair, I had to move.. I had to do something, allow the orgasm to take control, or fight it with every ounce of my strength.. and wait... wait for Master to tell me it is ok. GOD! If he only knew how he was truely effecting me at this moment!

I took three steps away from my desk to the window overlooking the city below. I regained some composure, and then turned to the screen again.. the words still there, whispering into my ear, taking me... just as I wished to be taken. A deep breath, and I returned...seated myself again and began to respond.

"Oh Master!! Yes! With every ounce of my being i can feel you beind me.. my walls stretched to their limit with your thickness... a burning heat as they give a little more each time your cock thrusts in deeper..taking me!! Oh please!! The sound of our bodies comming together again and again is driving me mad! I am in such a state at this moment, that I fear I may no longer be able to contain this flood that is building within!! Please!! allow me this release!!"

I sent off my response. It was all my brain could say to him at this moment. My thoughts and emotions on high overload. I wanted this.. right now.. more than I have ever wanted anything before! I needed him to allow it.. for i was after all, his...

 

[LordOfAnarchy]

Rex was stroking his cock at blurring speeds, feeling himself near the point of explosion when, finally, calla’s response came up on the screen in front of him. He stopped, breathing ragged breaths of air, straining to read the words that she had typed, seeing if she was as far along as he was. He had the luxury of a real release, knowing that in her confines, she could only imagine what it would feel like. It made his power over her even sweeter yet. She was servicing him, giving him his release, and she was relegated only to the imagined effects of his fucking.

Rex wasn’t that self-centered. His mastery was more of the mind and soul, and he had calla right where he wanted her. He slowed his breathing, regaining some semblance of control, sitting upright, the towel, spread open between his ass and the chair. He began typing, right where he had left off.

”Hands gripping tightly at your waist, pulling you back onto my cock as I slam in again and again. HARDER! FASTER! ‘C’mon calla FUCK ME!’ “

Rex stroked his cock a few times, keeping the blood filled organ primed and ready to explode at any second, teasing his release with his reply to calla.

” ‘I’m gonna CUM calla! I’m gonna fill you with my hot CUM, calla! Hold on calla, not yet … don’t CUM until I say so! I want you to CUM with me calla.”

Each short burst was sent off, quickly followed by the next. Rex was too engrossed with keeping his throbbing shaft on the verge, to create elaborate replies to his sub. In between each reply, he returned to his cock, pumping it wildly, envisioning standing behind the conservatively dressed office worker, fucking her senseless as she stood, bent over her desk, papers strewn, hair wildly tossed about. The image was even clearer than he could have ever imagined.

”One hand releases from your waist and wickedly smacks your ass. The loud thwack filling the office, destined to perk up ears of anyone remotely in the vicinity. ‘Here it CUMs calla, almost there!’ “

Rex fisted his shaft again and started pumping violently with his left hand. His right hand remained focused on the keyboard. The lava was churning, his heavy sac was tightening. With one finger Rex pounded out his next incoherent reply.

”aaaaawwwwwwww ggggggggoooooooddddd ddddaammmnnn ffffffuuuuucccccckkk uuunnnnnghhhh sssshhiiittt CUM CALLA cummmmmiinngg CUM CALLA CUM NOW CUM WITH ME!”

Rex’s cock erupted, shooting a long streaming comet up his naked torso, the tip landing between his heaving pecs. The next several spurts blurted out, landing on his rapidly rising and falling stomach, pooling thickly in his navel. He wanted calla to know exactly how he was feeling. He wanted to tell her how he was still twitching and throbbing, envisioning that he was still pumping through her cream filled canal But he waited. He waited to see her reply, or replies if need be. He wanted to see if she was going there with him. He wanted her to release, to take that plunge with him. He was pulling her down that road, into the sweet darkness.

He already started typing out his feeling of euphoria, holding back, to see if she had indeed cum with him.

 

[_calla]

I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat growing as I fought with every ounce of my being to hold my composure, maintain a normal apperance in the presence of my coworkers as they milled about the office. His words, in short bursts appeared on my screen. I could hear the ragged strained breathing in my ear.. feel him leaning over my body.. imagining it being pressed against the desk as his hips pounded into me!! He was teasingme with those words... taunting me, telling me in such detail he was fucking me. Bringing me to the edge... but making me wait.. wait, for just the right moment!!

”One hand releases from your waist and wickedly smacks your ass. The loud thwack filling the office, destined to perk up ears of anyone remotely in the vicinity. ‘Here it CUMs calla, almost there!’ “

I caught myself groaning outloud and bit hard into my bottom lip as I tried to stay very quiet... but it was nearly impossible! I wanted desperately to feel his words fully, the way I had the previous evenings. But without the privacy of my own room, this was torture!! As the warm dampness increased, I knew I would have to do something soon.... my mind raced, planning just how, how I would pull this off right here at my desk!

”aaaaawwwwwwww ggggggggoooooooddddd ddddaammmnnn ffffffuuuuucccccckkk uuunnnnnghhhh sssshhiiittt CUM CALLA cummmmmiinngg CUM CALLA CUM NOW CUM WITH ME!”


I caught my breath and held it.. my body shuddered and in one hard spasm, I came.. right there! at my desk!.. oh GOD!! I felt the warmth as it rele]ased in a silent gush, flooding what little material there was to the thong I was wearing. My hands trembled slightly as I began typing my response

"Master..."

"I am .. I can't even speak!! I am trembling so!! I.. that was .. so intense! I never thought it possible.. It was as though you were here with me. I could feel you so close.. ohhhh !! So intense!! "

I felt like i was tripping over my own tongue.. I couldn't speak my mind was still so caught up in the intensity of Him.. his words.. his presence!

"Master, I did as you said.. I came with you!! I am a mess! What do i do??!! I don't know if i should laugh or cry!!"

I wanted him to know exactly how strong the effect he had over me was becomming.... I wondered how I would make it through the rest of my day... after this!!

 

[LordOfAnarchy]

Rex saw the reply, reading her erratic words as they came across the screen, just as if she were standing there before him. Her release was real; he could tell! She had cum for him, even if it was only in her mind. Rex had managed to take her to that fantasy world where she was willing to give her body to him under any circumstance. Rex could only hope and imagine that the fantasy would eventually transform into reality.

He could feel her trembling body as if it were there before him, her words sputtering out as her body jerked and twitched with each tremor. Rex had a clear picture in his mind, of what she looked like, sitting at her desk, silently struggling through what he had just taken her through. But it was far from over. The fun was just beginning for Rex.

She was going deeper, and with each step, not only would she be exposed to more, but she would end up doing more, and learning more of his ritualistic expectations. He had made her do it before, and it was time for her to do it once again. Soon, she would learn that it was something to do every time they were together. Soon, she would do it automatically, without having to be guided or reminded. But for now he typed out his reply to push her along in his desired direction.

” ‘Whew!’ I exclaim, breathlessly, totally engulfed and lost in the heat of the moment. Bending over you, I move your wildly tossed hair to the side and nip at your neck, taking a healthy bite of flesh to temporarily satisfy my hunger, teeth marks left behind as I draw back.

The comfort of our union is intense, and one which I am not ready to give up. Gripping your hips tightly, I pull you back with me as I plop back onto your office chair, my hard shaft, still sheathed in the wet grip of your clenching walls. I hold you there, feeling the wetness seep from the broken dam, dripping slowly down to apply a thick coat to the shrunken jewels. Pulling you back further, your back collapses onto my chest as we both recover. My hands gravitate to encircle you and cover your breasts, palming them as we relax.”

He wanted her to relax as he was with her. Yet he didn’t give his lovely calla a chance to recover fully, before pushing her onto her next task.

”We rest there for a few minutes before I reluctantly pull you from my pole, standing you upon your feet as I turn you to face me. My eyes go from your dripping sex, traveling up along your hard, taut body, gazing longingly on your ample assets before locking onto your beautiful eyes. I hold your gaze, intensely staring into the wide eyes, my hands guiding your hips down. I force a little harder, pushing your hips down, giving you no option but to kneel before me as I sit in your chair. Our eyes never break contact, seemingly never blinking as you take position on your knees beneath your desk.

My hands softly cradle your head, keeping your tousled hair out of your creamy face. My legs part wide making room as I scoot closer …”

Rex sent it off, purposefully not finishing his post, waiting to see if calla could correctly pick up where he left off, and do what was expected of her.

 

[_calla]

I sat there for a moment.. a trembling mess. I felt discheveled, even though I was certain my appearance had not changed. Aside from the flush I felt in my cheeks.. the heat of embarrassment over what had just occured as I sat staring at my screen. I reached for and picked up my mug, instantly needing two hands to steady it at my lips. The hot liquid did nothing to quench the thirst I was feeling.

His words appeared in short bursts in front of me. Slowly I could feel myself coming down from the intense ride he had just taken me on. With each new message, I could feel myself responding and reacting to him. I leaned back in my chair as if I were actually resting against his chest. My own pounding heart, his against my back. The ache I felt between my thighs was his length still deep inside me. My nipples responded with a new stiffening at the mere thought of this! Reaching forward I set my mug back down on the desk and just as I started to reply, to share with him the intense details of our interlude, a new message appeard.

My face paled, as I remembered his words from two nights earlier. I knew I was still 'learning' but I was trying hard to keep his desires in mind at all times. There was so much to remember. So many things to do.. or not to do. But as I read his words, it came back to me, our evening just two nights ago when he told me what it was he wanted from me after he had granted my amazing release!

"I hold your gaze, intensely staring into the wide eyes, my hands guiding your hips down. I force a little harder, pushing your hips down, giving you no option but to kneel before me as I sit in your chair. Our eyes never break contact, seemingly never blinking as you take position on your knees beneath your desk.My hands softly cradle your head, keeping your tousled hair out of your creamy face. My legs part wide making room as I scoot closer …”


It's funny, because at that moment I could feel his eyes locked on mine as I stared at those incredible steel blue eyes of his icon. They bore through me in such a way that no man's eyes ever have. I could feel him, his strength, his desire, his passion. I smiled, and quickly.. more out of fear of being caught in such a state of distraction, I sent off my response...

"Reluctantly, I rise from your semi-rigid staff and turn to face you. A warmth seeps from between my legs and starts to move down my inner thigh. I cannot move my gaze from yours. The slight curl to your lips tells me that you are pleased so far... but yes, there is still more. I know this, and as your hands press my hips toward the ground, I sink to my knees before you. Your hands cradle my face so gently, and i turn my head slighty to the side to nuzzle into your palm. As you scoot forward in the chair, I lightly place my hands on your thighs."

I send off my first message, and continue...

"It is very clear to me what it is you desire, and I am more than ready to give you what it is you want. Rising up just a bit off my heels I lean forward over your glistening member. My hands rest just at the crease of your thighs, lightly, not imposing or distracting from what pleasure my mouth will bring you. I feel your hand softly holding back my hair, keeping it from the sticky mess we have created.. but also, allowing you a clear view of what is about to transpire. I start low, below the sac containing the two soft globes. My tongue working around one, then the other, gently licking each clean, before sucking them in to the warmth of my mouth. I hear you moan softly and sigh.... just as I move my tongue up the underside of your rod, taking it to the tip, then returning the same route. My hands gently press your thighs apart farther, massaging you as I continue to caress your cock with my tongue. The mixture of our juices is such an incredible taste! Soon, your shaft is free of the sticky coating... and your cock has begun to pulse as I continue to slowly slide your length deep in and out of my throat...."

I want to continue sucking him this way... slowly..sensually.. bringing him the same ecstacy that he has just given to me, but first I need to know. I need him to tell me if he is pleased...

Physically exhausted, yes... exhausted! I send off my message and flop back into my chair...desperately waiting for his response...

 

[LordOfAnarchy]

Rex’s knees seemed to part as of their own accord as he read her reply. He even scooted a bit closer to his desk as if what he was reading was actually taking place. He glanced down and swore he could see a pair of bright eyes and a warm smile staring up at him. He wanted to run his hands through her hair, and do just as she was saying. Suddenly he realized how much he was dreaming, wishing it was real!

He needed to hear more from her. He needed to hear how she would suck him until he came in her mouth. He needed to hear how she would savor and taste his offering until she swallowed it completely. He wanted to wrap his fist around his cock until that very moment happened, but he knew he also needed to tell calla just how good it felt and the sensations and feelings coursing through his body.

”My eyes continue to hold yours captive, boring down into your soul, feeling your devotion. My hands naturally drift to your head, moving your hair back, not so that it won’t get matted with our mess, for that would look absolutely lovely surrounding your face, but so that I can see your face clearly as your cheeks hollow and suck my entire length into your mouth, feeling the flared, spongy tip ease into your throat.

‘Gawd,” I moan softly, so as to not alert your office workers, loving the electrical sparks flashing throughout my loins. Your tongue is so precise, so soft, and so effective. Not only do you clean me, as you should do every time we make love, but you resurrect me, making me want you again. I can’t believe that I am hard, willing, and ready again, on such short notice.

‘Mmmm,’ I moan in appreciation, my hands gripping tighter about your head, slowly guiding the tempo and the depth at which my cock glides into your hot mouth. I can already feel my cock twitching in anticipation, though knowing it may take a bit for me to cum again.

‘Keep going calla,’ I urge. ‘Suck me till I cum down your throat!’ “

Rex sent it off, wrapping his cock within his hand, stroking it swiftly, glancing down, once again, envisioning calla’s bright, shining, hungry eyes looking back up at him. He couldn’t believe things were progressing like this, but he was not about to stop it. He had to go further. He had to push her along. He had to make her completely his! He was already including learning instructions inbedded within his replies, hoping that she would pick up on them for future encounters they share!

Things were moving in that direction, and it was then, that Rex knew what he would do with his flower at that point. He made a mental note to himself, noting what he would have calla do once she had sucked him dry. He needed to keep calla on that roller coaster ride, the one that never stopped, the very same one, that took her deeper into the caverns of darkness.

He focused his eyes on the screen, trying to delay his eruption, at least until calla was ready for a mouthful of his hot cum!

 

[_calla]

Smiling, I read his response. Yes, he seems pleased..and I find that again I am aroused. The thought of taking his soft cock into my mouth.. sucking it, feeling it begin to respond to the actions of my mouth is incredible. I can see it, taste it, feel it. I am able to focus on little else.

My fingers fly effortlessly over the keys in my reply. This is something that I love doing so much, and I want him to know it. I want him to feel it as well! His simple act of grip my head tighter, pressing me down onto his growing spear, his moans.. answer my question.. yes, he is pleased!

"Yes, Master.. thank you.. it is what i want most.. to feel your gift as it fills my throat, warm and creamy..sliding down, taking every drop! Opening wider to take your growing cock, I close my lips tightly around it, sucking harder, encouraging it.. working it the way i would if it were my fist that were wrapped around it. Moving one hand beneath your heavy sac, I begin kneading it; jostleing the two globes inside about. Squeezing just enough... and letting my middle finger slide back to that sensitive spot between them the juncture of your ass. My eyes are closed. I am completely lost in the depths of your pleasure! Slowly, I am aware that now, your hips are rocking to meet my mouth, feeding me your nearly fully erect length. Slowly, I am aware again, of my own wetness.. my own pleasure that stems from yours."

I send off this message and, though I feel like I have to move from my seat in order to regain some focus, I am rivited.. unable to move. Watching for the sign that he is responding... I squeeze my thighs together... and release.. again and again. And I think to myself... If I were alone at home right now.....

 

[LordOfAnarchy]

”’Take it calla! Yes! Take it all!’ My words fill the room as I urge you down and up with more urgency, feeling you quickly bring me to the point of pleasurable release. Your sucking sensations combined with the gentle squeezing along my shaft are like milking the cream from the cow. Your gentle touch along my sac makes me tingle and twitch in excited expectation. I moan and mumble incoherently as my heart begins to race and my breathing becomes more labored.

I still sit there, my eyes locked upon yours as they flutter down and up. I strain to keep my eyes from rolling back in their sockets as you continue to appease my oral fixation. The wet suckling along with the slurping noises and heavy breathing are deafening amidst the seemingly otherwise quiet surroundings. ‘Suck it calla. Suck me good. Suck it all out of me! Make me cum!’

I am faintly aware of the growing fire within your eyes as I continue to stare into them. I can tell that my excitement is feeding into your frenzy, and I too want to complete the cycle. I want you to enjoy this as much as I am, so I command you. ‘Touch it calla. Rub your pussy. Rub your clit as you suck me off. Finger it! Fuck it good while you take my cock down your throat!’ “

Rex’s dirty talk was dangerously close to igniting his own release. He could already feel his cock pulsing within his grip. He desperately wanted to hear calla bring him to the point of explosion. He wanted to hear her gulping down his offering. He needed to hear how willing and happy she was to do this for him. He wanted to cum! He was so close, just sitting on the ledge, waiting for her words to send him over.

Rex knew this was a twist of irony, for it was he who kept her on the brink; but now the tables were turned. He was gonna cum soon, and he knew it. He was preparing her in his own way; telling her to get ready, because she was gonna have a mouthful any moment. He could tell her, but he knew the way his ‘eyes bore into hers’ that she would be able to see it in his eyes, that she would be able to sense his pending orgasm, merely by the way he looked at her.

Yes, it was all cyber, but it was still real for Rex! It was very real! Once more he looked between his parted legs to see her looking back at him. She was there, not at her office desk, but his! She was there between his knees, on her knees, sucking him off, playing with her pussy as she expertly devoured his cock, urging him to dive into the black abyss once more!

The reply was sent off with baited breath, anxiously awaiting her reply so that he could loosen his grip and let the rockets fly! There was no turning back! He was going to shoot no matter what. Only calla could determine when; the length of time it took for her to send her very own reply back to him!

Despite all this, Rex’s mind was actively preparing what would happen next, and those images only added to the fire that stoked his boiling cauldron.

 

[_calla]

I heard myself suck in my breath and hold it, as if I had just been told a secret that I would never have dreamed possible. I felt every word reverberate through my body. My thighs ached from the tension, faster and faster gripping at something that I could not see, b ut it was there, I could feel it. So real were the sensations of sex, as if it were truely happening. I wanted to sink to my knees and thrust my fingers into my desperate wanting sex!! I wanted to do as he commanded.. finger fuck myself until I could beg him for release!!

I realized that I had been staring at and daydreaming about his words for several minutes without the start of a reply. I wanted to know if he was truely on the brink of exploding, sitting there at his desk, cock throbbing the way my own sex was..screaming to be stroked!! Oh yes.. if I could be there for him , with him, I would be sucking him dry! He knew this. I could sense it. His heart beat through the wall of his chest the same way mine did. I wanted to feel his seed shoot down my throat again and again!!

I was ready to responed.. though my pussy ached to be filled, I slid to the edge of my chair, felt the warmth seeping from my slit.

"My mouth filled with your cock, I feel it, you, tense up. You fingers grip the back of my head pushing it in time with your thrusts. I gulp and swallow and suck as much of you as I can."

Hitting the return key quickly sends off the message and my fingers fly over the keys again.

"your command is a welcome relief! Eagerly i move my hand to my aching sex to do as you wish. My fingers sink in easily to the wetness that you have created. Faster, with your time i thrust in and out... i feel your thickness grow as you move closer to your release..."