The boss from Hell ~closed for Spellcaster & I~

[Leetah]

OOC - Let me introduce the "bitch from Hell", Catherine Buchanan, and don't dare ever call her Cathy or any other nickname. She is 25, 5'5" in her stocking feet, straight shoulder-length fawn-coloured hair , amber eyes, slender but curvaceous build. She owns Buchanan Enterprises, which was left to her by her father. She has worked there ever since high school, and learned her ruthless ways from her father, Arthur Buchanan. Her father had wanted her brother, Joseph, to come into the company, but he could not stand the family business, so he does his own thing. Catherine thinks very little of him, or anyone else she can't use. Joseph is the only one who gets away with calling her Cat...which she likes to think of herself as. Buchanan Enterprises is a major force in the marketing world...they do all types of advertising, for some major corporations. Catherine will do whatever it takes to get a new account, whether it be sleeping with the prospective client, providing them with one of her employees to do with as they will, or anything else. Her employees dare not cross her...she has information on most of them that could damage their lives. She does have a weakness for BDSM clubs, which no one is aware of, and which she is very careful to keep hidden. She has yet to meet her match, but needs a dressing down.

IC - Catherine Buchanan awoke with a smile on her face on Friday morning. For one thing, it was Friday, and she would be able to indulge her hobby soon. For another, she was planning to do one of her favorite things today...take advantage of someone. She stretched lazily and her hand brushed against the shoulder of the dark haired man sleeping beside her. Turning on her side, she frowned at his prescence. She punched his shoulder, none too gently. He grunted in his sleep, but did not awaken. Catherine sat up and punched him again, harder this time. He awoke, startled, and turned to face her, a smile starting at the sight of her.

"Why are you still here?" Catherine demanded.

"Wh..what?" he stammered.

"I thought you were leaving before I woke up. That was the plan, correct?"

"Um...yes, it was supposed to be, but I was so comfortable and you were so beautiful lying there..." his words trailed off as he saw her frown deepen.

"Get out. Be gone before I get out of the shower. And lock the door behind you," she snapped at him, rising from the bed, completely naked. Her bed partner could not help but become aroused at the sight of her lovely body, rose coloured nipples hardening at the chill in the room.

"I'd love to..." he began, but she cut him off. "Are you deaf? I have no more time," and with that she sauntered into her adjoining bath, and he heard the water running.

"Bitch...," he muttered under his breath, quickly dressing and leaving.

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When Tom Johnson saw Catherine coming in the door, he muttered under his breath "Oh shit, she's got her 'out for blood' clothes on." This was what the employees had learned to call the blood red mini-skirt and matching jacket that Catherine usually wore when someone was about to go down for something. Today she had paired it with a black silk blouse, unbuttoned to show a hint of cleavage and red lace bra, and 3 inch red stilettos. Tom wondered who the unlucky victim would be...they all did.

Catherine knew what her employees said about her and loved every minute of it. She deliberately would wait until late in the day, to make them all sweat and tremble throughout the day...then if their work was done poorly, she had more reason to come down on them.

Around 3:00, she called to Sarah, her personal assistant. "Tell Brad Nieman to come to my office right away."

A few minutes later, there was knock at the door and Catherine called out, "Come in." When Brad entered, nervously, she paged Sarah over the intercom. "Hold my calls until further notice." She motioned Brad to sit, and moved over to the office door, locking it, then sat on the front edge of her desk, her skirt riding up, showing her shapely legs to their full extent.

Brad swallowed nervously, wondering what was about to befall him. He hadn't worked for Buchanan Enterprises very long, and had done a great job so far. He was newly married and needed this job very badly. He became even more nervous when Catharine fixed him with a piercing stare, smiling a very predatory smile.

"So, Brad, how do you like working here?" she began.

"Very much, Miss Buchanan."

"I'm very glad to hear that. I suppose you'd like to keep your job, then?"

"Yes, Ma'am, I would."

"Well, I've had my eye on you. You're a very attractive man, Brad." She leaned forward a bit, letting him see her cleavage quite clearly.

"Thank you," he replied cautiously, wondering just where this was heading.

"I understand you've recently married, is that correct?"

"Why, yes."

"To a very lovely, sensitive girl, from what I hear?"

"Yes..."

Catherine nodded. "Then it would certainly be a shame for her to be hurt by the news that you're having an affair, now wouldn't it?"

"But...but I'm not..." Brad stammered. "I love my wife...I'd never cheat on her."

"Ah, but herein lies the problem. You see, Brad, as I said, I've had my eye on you, and I like what I see. I would like to be fucked by you, and if you want to keep your job and the news of your "affair" from your wife's tender ears, I suggest you comply. Otherwise, I'll have no choice but to can your sexy ass for fucking Sarah on company time and coming on to me." Catherine smiled seductively, enjoying the look of shock and horror on his face.

"So, what shall it be then?"

"Please, Miss Buchanan, I need my job, but I don't want to cheat on my wife...I love her too much..."

"Well, you're rather between a rock and a hard place, wouldn't you say then? Either you fuck me and keep your job and your wife never knows, or she thinks you screwed around on her and is terribly hurt."

Defeated, Brad hung his head, and quietly said, "Fine. When?"

"Right now, for a start." With that, Catherine motioned him up and over to the leather sofa she had in her office for just such a purpose. When he was seated, she straddled him, rubbing her pussy against his crotch. In spite of himself, Brad found his cock growing hard at the grinding. She was an intensely sexy woman. She smashed her mouth against his, pushing her tongue inside his lips, her hands roaming down to his shirt buttons, and quickly pulling them open. She ran her hands over his chest, through the thick dark hair there.

"MMMM, lovely..." she murmured, flicking his nipples with her nails and hearing him gasp. She pulled her jacket off quickly and threw it aside, then grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts. "Open my blouse," she commanded and he complied, then of his own free will unclasping the front of her bra, letting those beautiful globes fall free. He found himself leaning forward to capture a rosy nipple in his mouth, sucking it in, and licking it. He heard her moan, and felt her grind harder against him.

"Your cock...I need it now!" Catherine exclaimed, reaching down and yanking his zipper to the bottom, thrusting her eager fingers in and pulling him out. He was average size, and nice and thick. She raised herself slightly, then lowered her dripping cunt onto his now throbbing organ. He realized dimly that her hose were crotchless, and this made the encounter even more erotic. She bucked up and down on his hard length, her nails digging into his back. Brad continued to suck her nipples, and lave them with his tongue. Catherine fucked him hard and fast, feeling the orgasm starting to crest. "Oh God....I'm cumming...." she cried out, then he felt her muscles contract around him, over and over again.

Before he quite knew what was happening, Catherine climbed off his cock, and shoved him over. She lay down on the sofa, and spreading her legs, demanded "Eat me out, Brad, and do it now." A bit stunned, he knelt to where he could reach her juicy cunt with his mouth and tongue. She tasted very sweet, and he was growing harder all the time, with the need for release. He worked his tongue over her clit, in smaller and smaller circles, until she cried out again "Oh yes...that's it...." and came again all over his face. This time, he felt his own orgasm crest and his cock spurted wildly. Weakly, he dropped to the sofa, and looked up at Catherine, to find her looking at him with disgust. "Can't you control yourself better than that?" she asked curtly.

"I'm...I'm sorry..." he stammered. Catherine did not deign to answer, but simply walked over to the desk and pulled out a towel, tossing it to him. "Clean yourself up and get back to work. I'll let you know when I'm ready to see you again." Numbly, Brad complied, stumbling into the locked door, before remembering it was locked, then sheepishly unlocking it and leaving. When he was gone, Catherine sat back in her chair, a satisfied smile on her lips. ~That man is damn good...I'll have to have him again very soon~

She paged Sarah to let her know she would take calls again, and Sarah said timidly, "Miss Buchanan, your 4:00 interview is here. Shall I send him in?"

Catherine had almost forgotten her interview for the open position in the company. She straightened her clothes and hair quickly.

"Yes, send him in."

She sat back in her chair and waited as her door began to open.

OOC - and here's where I stop. Your turn, love...will this be the man to take Miss Catherine down a peg or two? We shall see....

 

[Henry]

Henry Wilkins

(OOC : Henry Wilkins, 35yrs, 6 foot, athletic build, short brown hair, blue eyes )


Rising late in the morning i muttered under my breath as i headed towards the bathroom. Taking a shower i soon changed into my business attire heading for the office. Speaking briefly to the receptionist i headed into my office room and shut the door. Turning on my computer i checked emails and perused my schedule.

The day progressed well for me and soon it was afternoon. Stepping out of my office i bid my receptionist a nice afternoon as i headed towards another area of the building. Damn some of this job i muttered on the way down the elevator. Striding down a corridor i spoke to a receptionist

"Yes i have an appointment with her, she is meant to be expecting me."

Few minutes passed and i soon spoke again

"Fine i will wait" i said before sitting down.

Checking my watch i noticed the time was now a little after 4pm as i heard a door open.. Seeing a man leave an office i waited and was soon told i could enter. Standing up i crossed the carpeted area quickly and opened the door. Pushing it open i entered and almost slammed the door behind me.

"Catherine Buchanan i presume my name is Henry Wilkins too " i said.

This woman looked so smug sitting at her desk as i dropped my briefcase on the desk and strode around it. Standing at the window looking out i drummed my fingers against the glass as i glanced at her occasionally. Stepping behind her i turned her around and looked into her eyes

"Shall we get started with the interview then Miss Buchanan."

 

[Leetah]

Catherine Buchanan

Catherine watched her door open and a tall, good-looking man stride into her office, as if he already owned the place. He closed the door quite hard, looking her right in the eye with a cold blue gaze. She watched him with an arched brow as he spoke.

"Catherine Buchanan I presume? My name is Henry Wilkins too "

He then had the nerve to put his briefcase on her desk, and stride over to her window, and stare out, drumming his fingers impatiently on the glass. Suddenly, he stepped behind her chair and spun her around to face him. His blue eyes locked on her amber ones as he spoke.

"Shall we get started with the interview then Miss Buchanan."

Catherine was so taken aback at first, she was too stunned to do or say anything. No one ever had the balls to speak to her in such a manner, much less act the way this Wilkins character was acting. It did not take her long to gain control of herself, however. Her amber eyes became chips of ice as she stared into Henry's blue orbs.

"Apparently we've already started, Wilkins," Catherine said sharply, not giving him the courtesy of a Mister. "If you didn't come so highly recommended, I've have you thrown out on your ass right now. As it is, I'm not sure I still won't. In any case, get out of my face and sit down over there." She indicated the chair in front of her desk.

She couldn't help but notice as she continued the staring contest with him, how striking he was. He had a very athletic build, and looked as if he would be quite strong. ~Probably hung like a racehorse too~ she found herself thinking, as most men that came on this strong usually had reason to feel so confident.

All that aside, she definitely was not used to anyone, particularly a male, treating her this way and she did not like it one bit. She did not intend to stand for it, and if she decided to hire Henry, she would end up making him pay for his insolence. Catherine waited to see if he would comply with her demand or not.

 

[Henry]

Henry Wilkins

Her tone was somewhat demeaning and harsh, no woman in any position had spoken to me like that before and not regretted it. Taking a few steps i flicked my briefcase open and took out a large belt. Walking back i stood in front of her as my thoughts turned to words.

"Miss Buchanan don't make me use this on you, this may be your company but you know that i could go elsewhere and work. If i do your company may fall to its knees."

 

[Leetah]

Catherine Buchanan

Catherine watched Henry walk over to his briefcase, still sitting on her desk. She watched in amazement as he took out a large black belt, slapping it against his open palm. She couldn't help but feel a small thrill of excitement at the sight. His next words drowned that thrill almost immediately.

"Miss Buchanan don't make me use this on you, this may be your company but you know that i could go elsewhere and work. If i do your company may fall to its knees."

Catherine gave Henry the iciest stare she could manage. Rising from her chair, she rounded the desk to face him, her amber eyes locked on his. "Look, Wilkins, don't you ever threaten me, particularly in my own office. This is my turf...and I am the queen here. I could make it so you never work in this town again, if I chose to. With your attitude, I'm rapidly deciding to choose to."

She tossed her head and glared at him, waiting to see what his response would be. He merely kept looking at her, and slapping his open palm with the belt, methodically.

 

[Henry]

Henry Wilkins

I watched her round the table with the iciest of eyes. Not feeling threatened i let the belt hit my hand occasionally before i slipped my briefcase back open , throwing the belt into it i closed it and picked it up. Looking at her i gathered my thoughts

"If you so wish to do that you can. You are of course the boss but i have heard you like to play rough, maybe i was wrong." i said.

 

[Leetah]

Catherine Buchanan

Catherine watched as Henry threw the belt back into his briefcase, closed it and picked it up. His next words chilled her a bit.

"If you so wish to do that you can. You are of course the boss but i have heard you like to play rough, maybe i was wrong."

"What?!" Catherine shouted, in an outraged tone, but there was an undercurrent of fear there. "Just what are you implying by saying that?"

She wondered what this arrogant man could possibly know about her dark leanings...how she loved to visit the underground S & M clubs...her favorite being "Cock and Tails"...a cute little play on words she thought. He said nothing, just continued to watch her, a small mocking smile playing over his lips. He set the briefcase back down, walked over to the well-stocked bar she kept in her office, and confidently mixed himself a drink.

When he was sipping his drink, he turned back to face her, his eyes locked on her own.

 

[Henry]

Henry Wilkins

Sipping my drink as our eyes met thoughts inside my head were many and varied as i so wanted to wipe that look off her face. Patience and time would be her undoing as so many others had with me in the past. Casually walking back across towards the desk i gathered my thoughts as i went.

"Catherine i may have been misinformed then about you, i had heard you liked to be in charge. Well i also like to be in charge, so will that pose a problem for you?" i said as my eyes roamed over her body.

 

[Leetah]

Catherine Buchanan

Catherine watched Henry, as he stood face to face with her, and they tried to stare one another down. He spoke.

"Catherine i may have been misinformed then about you, i had heard you liked to be in charge. Well i also like to be in charge, so will that pose a problem for you?"

Henry's eyes started with her own amber orbs, slid down to her still slightly puffy red lips, then down to her alabaster throat. He paused a moment, then slid his eyes over the red jacket and silk blouse, pausing again on her ample cleavage, just a hint of which peaked from her blouse. He smiled wickedly, still sipping at his drink, his gaze continiuing to linger on her breasts, until despite herself, she felt her nipples beginning to harden, feeling he was mentally undressing her. He then let his eyes slide further down, over her hips, lingering again on her sex, then down the long shapely legs to the stiletto heels. Catherine felt as if his hands had run over her body instead. She felt he was attempting to "one up" her, and this made her furious.

She stepped in even closer to Henry, watching him carefully, until their bodies were almost, but not quite touching. Reaching out, she ran a forefinger around the lip of the glass he held, dipping it into his drink, then sliding it seductively between her pouting lips. He watched her warily, waiting. Catherine sucked her finger, murmuring "Mmmmm" in a low, throaty voice. She then proceeded to dip her finger into the drink again, this time sliding it over his lips. He opened his mouth and she felt his warm tongue sliding over her skin. It felt very sensual, and even in her fury, she paused to enjoy the sensation. She momentarily envisioned his mouth and tongue other places, then caught herself firmly in hand.

Smiling with her lips, but not with her eyes, she leaned in until her lips were within a hairs-breadth of his, then said softly, "Your being in charge is a HUGE problem for me, you prick. I am the only one ever in charge around here. Got it?"

 

[Henry]

Henry Wilkins

"Your being in charge is a HUGE problem for me, you prick. I am the only one ever in charge around here. Got it?"

Her words even though only softly spoken had venom in them, well this bitch wanted to play rough so could i. Grabbing hold of one of her arms i pulled her back towards the table. Pouring the drink down her top i looked into her eyes with my own venom as i twisted her arm tighter. Kicking her legs out from under her i watched as she fell on the floor. Picking up my briefcase i walked towards the door stopping and turning back briefly.

"Miss Buchanan i gather this interview is finished for now, i shall be going but hope to hear back from you sometime."

Opening the door i stepped out into the corridor pulling the door closed as i went. Striding down the corridors with a huge smile on my face i left the building heading towards my home.

 

[Leetah]

Catherine Buchanan

Catherine could hardly believe it when Henry grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her down towards her desk. He then very calmly poured his drink down the front of blouse as he stared at her with icy eyes. As she opened her mouth to scream, he kicked her legs from beneath her, and she fell in a very undignifed heap onto the floor, her skirt riding all the way up on her hips, so he was granted a glimpse of her crotchless hose. Calmly he watched her, then picked up his briefcase and walked toward the door, then turned to face her again.

"Miss Buchanan i gather this interview is finished for now, i shall be going but hope to hear back from you sometime."

Catherine was so furious she could not move...could not speak...could not do anything for several minutes once the door closed behind him. The nerve! The unmitigated gall of that man. Well, she would not stand for it. He messed with the wrong hell-cat this time.

She got to her feet and went over to the intercom on her desk. Paging Sarah, she said, "I want as much information as possible on that bastard that just left here. You should have a copy of his records on your desk. Get me the information immediately." She cut the intercom off before the girl could answer.

She walked over to the bar and poured herself a strong drink. Gulping it down, she began to plot her revenge on Henry Wilkins.

 

[Henry]

Henry Wilkins

Arriving home i removed my jacket and dropped my briefcase onto a couch. Loosening my tie i recalled the earlier incident which caused me to laugh to myself. Knowing her there would be a payback of sorts i thought to myself but i was prepared for almost anything she could throw at me. If there was going to be a next time the bitch would find out truly who is boss.

Pouring a glass of scotch for myself i sat down and was preparing for another night of relaxation when i heard a knock at the door. Who could that be i thought to myself. Not bothering to button up my shirt i walked across to the door and opened it to see Miss Buchanan standing there.

"I will not ask how you found me, enter if you so desire but this is my domain and anything i say will go here. Care to comply" i said with a grin.

 

[Leetah]

Catherine Buchanan

Sarah had managed to get Henry Wilkins address for her, and Catherine was now headed over to his place. She had changed from her business attire into a tight pair of black jeans, boots, and a halter top, that showed off her figure nicely. She wanted to be casual, but damned hot. Too hot for him to resist. She wanted to make him squirm before her and possibly underneath her.

She found his home easily, and pulled her silver Porsche to a stop in his driveway. Running her fingers through her hair, she licked her lips to wet them, then climbed out and headed to his front door. Knocking sharply on the front door, she waited. It was not long before the door opened, and there he stood, drink in hand, and shirt unbuttoned. He grinned when he saw her, saying "I will not ask how you found me, enter if you so desire but this is my domain and anything i say will go here. Care to comply"

Immediately, Catherine's hackles rose at his cocky attitude; nonetheless, she realized he was right about it being his territory. That had been a risk she'd been willing to take. After all, she intended to get him so muddle-headed with passion that he'd agree to anything. Without speaking, she sashayed past him, putting just the right amount of wiggle in her walk. She felt his eyes on her ass, and smiled to herself. Nope, no panty lines there, she felt like saying.

Once inside, she turned to face him. "So...where can I sit?" she asked. He walked over to the sofa without a word, and patted the cushion beside him. She came and sat, leaning toward him a bit to give him a good view of her cleavage. The halter was black crochet with a black mesh netting underneath, so it was revealing and covering at the same time. The sides of her breasts and the tops were exposed quite nicely, and one tug of the tie at her neck would have it falling off. It rubbed very pleasantly against her nippl,es and kept them hard, which was just as she wanted it tonight.

Catherine was in predator mode and Henry was the prey. She watched him check out her cleavage, seeming to undress her mentally. She leaned in just a bit more, and laid one arm along the back of the sofa, her fingertips just inches from him. "I'm sure you're wondering why I'm here....after all, we parted on rather bad terms earlier." He nodded, still not speaking, just waiting warily, his eyes now locked on hers. "I must say, no one has had the balls yet to treat me the way you did. I was impressed." Catherine lied easily.

Henry simply raised one eyebrow sceptically. "I'm serious...most men just cave in to me. It's nice to see a man who is able to take care of himself with a woman like me." she continued. "In fact, I'm sure you could handle yourself nicely in other ways as well." Catherine purred, now running her fingertips down his arm. He watched the motion of her hand, not moving, then moved his eyes back to hers. She wet her lips again, then reached over with her other hand, and ran her fingers over his chest. "MMMM...nice..." she murmured, then without another word, she leaned in and grazed his lips with her own.

Henry did not respond in the least. She ran her tongue lightly over his lips, very slowly and seductively, trying to get him to part them for her kiss, but he was still as a stone. She felt a bit of frustration, as most men by now were already panting over her...but she knew this was not most men by any means. She pressed her lips harder against his, and thought she felt just a slight movement against her own...but it was difficult to tell. Suddenly, she raised up just a bit, and then she was straddling him, one black clad leg on either side of his thighs, her crotch pressing against him.

Now she felt the one thing he could not keep still, for all his seeming lack of interest. His cock was pressing into her crotch and he was very aroused. She ground against him slightly, feeling herself getting wet. She was really getting turned on at this point, although she knew she must stay in control...she wanted him by the balls, literally.

 

[Henry]

Henry Wilkins

Feeling her straddle me i could not control my shaft's hardening underneath my jeans. I was not about to buckle though as tempting as her body was. Grabbing hold of her by the waist i stood up and turned around before pushing her back onto the couch. Glaring at her i whipped my briefcase open to grab my belt as my thoughts turned to words.

"Think for your actions you deserve some punishment, now strip or this may get nasty."

 

[Leetah]

Catherine Buchanan

Catherine was taken by complete surprise when Henry grabbed her and thrust her from him back onto the sofa. This was not supposed to be happening! She watched, stunned, as he glowered at her and opened his briefcase, taking out the same belt he had had before in her office.

His tone was icy when he spoke. "Think for your actions you deserve some punishment, now strip or this may get nasty."
Catherine just sat there for several moments, watching him. She couldn't help but wonder what he meant by the remark. For the first time, she felt a tiny thread of fear, for no one, except perhaps Sarah would know where she had gone. It was doubtful anyone would even care, for that matter. She knew he would be stronger than she was, if he wanted to force her into anything, and decided to see where things went from here. After all, if she seduced him properly, she could still wind up with the upper hand.

Catherine rose from the sofa, and locking her eyes on his, reached up to untie the halter top at the neck. She slid it down over her breasts, exposing them to full view, her nipples hard from the fabric rubbing against them. She then untied the other tie at her back and the top fell away. Continuing to stare into his eyes, she asked huskily "Is that enough?"

 

[Henry]

Henry Wilkins

I watched as she stood up from the couch, our eyes looked into each others. Wanting to stay in command of the situation i needed her at a disadvantage and knowing i still had my tie on i loosened it slightly just as her breasts came into view. Removing my tie fully it coincided with her removing her halter top to expose her upper body to my eyes.

Stepping forward i grabbed her arms and pulled her towards me wrapping the tie around both her wrists pulling it tighter as i moved in the direction of the spare bedroom. Pushing her gently onto a bed with handcuffs already attached to it i locked her hands into place leaving her body exposed to me. Opening a cabinet i took out a large baton and rubbed it up and down her legs before pushing it firmly against her pussy.

"Should i continue to torture your body or start to pleasure it".

 

[Leetah]

Catherine Buchanan

Catherine was a bit surprised when Henry grabbed her without answering her question; instead, he looped his tie about her wrists, binding them firmly and leading her towards an open door. When they stepped inside the room, she noted a bed with handcuffs attached to the headboard, as he gently pushed her onto the mattress. Before she could say a word, or even react, he had her hands locked into the handcuffs, stretching them high above her head, causing her breasts to protrude even more. They would be even more sensitive locked in this position, as she well knew.

Watching as Henry walked over to a cabinet nearby, Catherine waited to see what he would do next. She was at his mercy for the moment, because she chose to be, she told herself, not sure if she believed it or not. She watched him remove a large baton from the cabinet and close the door firmly. He walked over to the bed and rubbed the instrument up and down her legs, then pushed it tightly into her crotch. She gasped a little, for even through the jeans, or perhaps because of them, it felt wonderful.

"Should i continue to torture your body or start to pleasure it". Henry asked her. In truth, she wanted him to give her pleasure, but she was beginning to dislike being taken advantage of, so she glared at him instead. "I would like for you to release me at once. I don't know what the hell you think you're doing, but if you know what's good for you, you'll let me go this instant." Even as she said the words, they sounded false. She was afraid he would see just how much she liked being controlled by him. She could imagine his hands and mouth on her body now, doing all sorts of lovely things to her. She waited to see if he would call her bluff or not.

 

[Henry]

Henry Wilkins

"I would like for you to release me at once. I don't know what the hell you think you're doing, but if you know what's good for you, you'll let me go this instant."

I wasn't going to back down now i thought to myself, this bitch was right where i wanted her and thats where she would stay. Pushing the baton harder against her jean clad pussy i looked into her eyes and grinned. I continued to push the baton against her pussy for what seemed like ages. Tracing it further up her body i rubbed it against her breasts before sliding it up under her chin.

Moving closer to her i used my free hand to unzip her jeans, pulling them down i noticed her panties were moist. The bitch was getting off on this i thought to myself. Grinning i continued to push the baton under her chin as i pulled her jeans further down each leg before dropping them on the floor. Removing the baton from under her chin i looked into her eyes.

"Miss Buchanan i can see what im doing is turning you on. I havent gagged you as yet but if you scream i will do so, do i make myself clear".

 

[Leetah]

Catherine Buchanan

From her prone position, Catherine watched as Henry gave her a very wicked grin and pushed the baton harder into her crotch. ~Damn it~ she thought ~He knows!~ He continued the pressure, for what seemed like hours, but was probably only several minutes, then ran the hard instrument up her body and over her breasts. Her nipples became harder than she ever would have thought possible. She felt herself growing wetter by the minute, knowing she was losing control...in fact, had pretty much lost control of this situation. Now, all she could do was wait and see what would happen.

Catherine felt the baton beneath her chin, and she was barely able to see Henry reach down and unzip her jeans, but she soon felt them sliding down her legs. She knew he could see the moisture on her red lace panties...they were silk, so any trace of moisture was always highly visible. She cursed herself silently for having such a responsive body and nature. She felt him pull her jeans all the way off and heard the soft sound of them hitting the floor by the bed. Removing the baton at last, Henry then looked into her eyes, still grinning that wicked grin.

"Miss Buchanan i can see what im doing is turning you on. I havent gagged you as yet but if you scream i will do so, do i make myself clear". ~Damn him~ she thought again. She was more turned on than she had ever been in her life, truth be told. Normally, she was the Mistress...she was in control....they always did what she told them to do. For the first time in her life, she was now on the receiving end, and dammit, she was loving it. She'd never admit it to him though, she vowed silently, all the while knowing if he wanted her to, she would.

Glaring at him again, in an icy tone, she said "Yes, perfectly clear, you perverted bastard." She knew she might be inviting trouble, but a large part of her wanted it....needed it.

 

[Henry]

Henry Wilkins

"Yes, perfectly clear, you perverted bastard."

Her words were no surprise to me as i believed thats what she would have thought of me. I stepped back from her and looked into her eyes briefly. Having had contact with a few females like this before i knew she wanted more and more, she was getting off on it. My grin got bigger as i took a step towards the door..

"I will be back shortly and just remember, don't scream bitch or you will pay the price."

I strode out into my hallway and down the short corridor leading to the lounge area. Listening for any loud noise from her i took my small mobile drinks cabinet and my cigars with me as i headed back to the bedroom. Entering i continued to grin as i poured a glass of scotch for myself. I mixed a vodka on ice for her and placed it near the bed....

"Would you like a drink you bitch, maybe i should get you to beg for it."

 

[Leetah]

Catherine Buchanan

Catherine watched Henry as he walked, still smiling, out the door. As soon as he was out of sight, she tugged as hard as she could at the handcuffs, but to no avail. She swore to herself, tempted to scream out, in spite of what he had said, but she had enough healthy fear of him to stay her from that course. She decided impatiently to wait and see just what he might have in mind. She was still very turned on....could feel the dampness in her silk panties growing by the moment. The helplessness was like a drug almost. She could understand a bit better why the slaves got off on it.

She strained her ears, listening for the sounds of his return, wondering just what that would bring. Soon, he returned, bearing a small cabinet in his hands, and still grinning that cocky grin. She wanted to slap it off his face, suddenly. She watched as he poured himself a drink and then filled a second glass, placing it on a table near the bed.

"Would you like a drink you bitch, maybe i should get you to beg for it."

Fury welled in her at his words. She did not beg...not now, not ever. She would not. If looks could kill, Henry would have been dead on the floor this very moment. She hated him...despised him...and still craved him. She hated that as well.

Catherine's voice was low and tight with her anger. "If you demand that I beg, then I'll have no drink, nor anything else from you. Call me a bitch again, and I'll neuter you." Her eyes were chips of ice, staring a hole in him. She knew she kept pushing the envelope, but a part of her could not stop now, no matter what the consequences.

 

[Henry]

Henry Wilkins

"If you demand that I beg, then I'll have no drink, nor anything else from you. Call me a bitch again, and I'll neuter you."

Her words, tone and stare were that of someone who was defiant and strong willed. How strong willed i would soon find out i thought to myself as i finished my scotch and cigar. Picking up the baton i ran it up the inside of each leg as i stared into her eyes.

Pushing it against the somewhat flimsy material covering her pussy i watched for any other movements from her. None as yet i thought to myself , maybe time to try something else.

"From now on i will call you Catherine, would you like to receive some pleasure or more pain?"

 

[Leetah]

Catherine Buchanan

Catherine watched him silently, as Henry slowly finished his drink and the cigar he'd been smoking. She watched as he picked up the baton again, and willed herself not to move when he ran it up and over the inside of each leg in turn. He stared into her eyes, seeming to be waiting for something from her. She felt him press the instrument into her dripping pussy, and much as she wanted to thrust her hips upward, she refused, simply laying still and continuing to stare back at him.

He appeared to be contemplating something, then spoke. "From now on i will call you Catherine, would you like to receive some pleasure or more pain?" Catherine was incensed at his nerve. No one used her first name without her permission, and certainly no one who had her at such a loss, which had never before happened. Straining against her bonds and his intimate touching, she snapped "You do not have my leave to call me anything, much less by my first name. I would like to receive nothing else from you, you sick fuck, except my leaving this place and never setting eyes on you again."

Even as she fought back, she knew it was going to turn out as he wished it to in the end. She knew deep inside herself she wanted both from him. She kept pushing him to see just how far he would actually go with her. She would make him force her to admit her desire and need, to face what she did not want to admit...how much she was loving being the one taken for a change.

 

[Henry]

Henry Wilkins

"You do not have my leave to call me anything, much less by my first name. I would like to receive nothing else from you, you sick fuck, except my leaving this place and never setting eyes on you again."

The words and actions told me all i needed to know for now as i removed the baton from between her legs. Opening a drawer i took out a gag and shoved it into her mouth. Using my tie i covered her eyes and opened the curtains to let in some sunlight. Looking at her i traced one hand down her side and over her moistened panties.

Removing my hand i laughed and paced the room for a few minutes as i gathered my thoughts.

"Catherine i will leave you here for awhile and let you think about things. If and when i return maybe your attitude will have changed, if not then so be it."

 

[Leetah]

Catherine Buchanan

Catherine felt momentary mingled relief and disappointment when Henry removed the baton from her body, but those feelings were soon replaced by real alarm, as he opened a drawer, removed a gag, and forced it between her lips. The next thing she knew, his tie was covering her eyes and she could see only darkness. In a few moments, she felt the warmth of sunlight touching her body, and felt his hand moving down her side and over her crotch. ~Probably checking to see just how wet I am~ she thought distractedly.

She felt his fingers leave her, and then was chilled to hear him laugh. She could hear him moving back and forth in the room, but had no idea what he might be doing. There was no sound for several minutes but that of his footsteps. His next words alarmed her even more. "Catherine i will leave you here for awhile and let you think about things. If and when i return maybe your attitude will have changed, if not then so be it."

Now Catherine was becoming terrified. She had a true fear of being helpless and alone, ever since a friend of hers had died in a fire when she was in college. Her friend had been playing bondage games with her boyfriend, who had left her tied up and gagged to go get something to drink at a nearby store, and had tossed what he thought was a dead cigarette butt into the trash. As Arianne had been gagged, she'd been unable to call for help, and Peter had returned to find the house in flames.

Catherine strained to hear any sound, but she heard nothing. She'd not heard him leave, but that didn't necessarily mean he hadn't. She began screaming now, but the gag muffled her cries to the point that they were useless. Nevertheless, she felt herself unable to stop, as she was spiralling into hysteria. She began thrashing about on the bed as best she could, kicking her legs wildly. Her wrists were beginning to hurt from the handcuffs, but she didn't care. Somehow she had to get free.

She fought until her strength gave out...screamed until her voice gave out, and then lay on the bed, covered in sweat, sobbing silently. She was trembling all over and now all she wanted was for him to come back.