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What category (Lit Stories)??

The following story mixes Fetish, Voyeurism, and light BSDM (and is inter-racial)

pulled....per a request....

 

[sr71plt]

I didn't read the story, as I don't belive in circumventing the Web site's right to select like this (posting text to the forum). But, as BDSM is the most extreme of the three (although BDSM and Voyeurism are fetishes), I'd suggest that. To tick off as few readers as possible.

 

[Guest]

I will pull it, as soon as I get some feedback..and submit it for real publication...



re-posted for an edit review.....


Watching Julia Ch. 01

His Inner-Voyeur meets his Inner-Dom

Another tale collected during my perilous travels into self discovery. The bluesy software geek, moonlighting as a hunky volunteer firefighter, discovers that watching a co-worker can be HARD!

I don’t mind the 4:30am commute. I usually take a Wi-Fi equipped bus to my job in downtown Boston, a nasty place to drive into – even during the wee hours of the morning. The bus ride allows me to spend some ‘quality’ time on my laptop reading or writing erotica, both stories and poems. Sometimes I chat online with my Pacific-Rim friends not to mention the North American insomniacs.

Interestingly, and though I often tried, I never really developed a sustainable online friendship with any women from the UK or Ireland. I always assumed it was because the five hour time difference meant that, although awake, they were already at work. The irony of it all was that I have always had a weak spot for women with British, Scottish or Irish accents.

As a 40+ year old software manager, I have learned to accept that my mid-life crisis was in full swing making me a lust driven thrill seeker. My sex-drive has actually increased over the last few years as I have discovered that I have several fetishes; including voyeurism, exhibitionism and dabbling in BDSM type play. In fact, I liked to play on both sides of the rope - I am a switch, as they say. I also have this secret fetish about looking at, and discreetly taking pictures of, women’s boots on the subway. Well, I guess it isn’t a secret anymore, is it…but that is a story for another day.

What isn’t a secret is that fat-bastards with receding hairlines have little if any chance to capitalize on the opportunities that may present themselves on a weekly basis. I also know that the theory of a body-in-motion, stays-in-motion is true so I have tried to stay in shape by playing ice-hockey regularly. I am also a volunteer firefighter in the rural town I lived in, an hour and a half north of the city, so keeping a fit body has never been a problem. Also, a few years ago I shaved my head as a gag and after the initial shock; I realized it took 10 years off my appearance so I kept shaving it. I have been told that mixing Mr. Clean with a neat goatee, gives me a commanding, and sometimes intimidating presence.

To date, my ‘current’ shape at 6’-4” - 225 and my appearance, shaved head and neatly trimmed facial hair, has not been a prohibitive issue for any of the women I have befriended. I’m not really arrogant but I know I am above average looking and in better shape than most men my age. I also know my way around a woman’s body, and have proven my talents and my worthiness to enough of them that I did not lack confidence.

In addition to pursuing my sexual desires first hand, I have also discovered that writing about my fantasies has helped open doors for me to further explore my perversions. I rarely missed an opportunity to take advantage of a door left ajar. The long ride to work was a good time to focus on all these lust driven desires, but I digress, who I chatted with or what I read or wrote was irrelevant; my point is that by the time I got to work, I was usually extremely aroused.

As always, I make it into the office before 6:00 am. I log-in, check email and then, after brewing a fresh pot of coffee, I take my ‘morning walk’ around the facility to see if anyone else is around. There are only a couple other guys, early birds like myself. We banter about sports, our smart-phones or the latest U-Tube video that has gone viral. Today was no different, except for one thing. As I headed back to my office I noticed a light on in an office that is usually vacant and dark.

When I walked by, I glanced in thru the half open door and saw an Asian woman sitting there. This woman may have been average looking to another man but because I already have a ‘thing’ for Asian women, I found her to be very, very attractive. I know that the characterization of ‘cute’ or ‘attractive’ is subjective, especially for me and especially when an Asian female is involved, but I also know what sexy is…and with her long jet black hair pulled into a pony-tail, she had it.

I also know that being sexy is as much about your attitude as it is your physical attributes, so I try to observe a woman’s behavior as well as much as I scrutinize their chest and bottom.

Even though it was just a split-second peek, I could tell she was a Korean. I tend to obsess about details like this and I have made it my business to understand and recognize the subtle differences in Asian women - differences that many American men foolishly ignore. Another thing I have learned about Asian women is that they, or at least the ones I know, appreciate a strong and chivalrous man. I assume it is a cultural thing, and this is especially true of a man that is willing to defend their honor with violence. That cultural lesson was learned the hard way, during my sophomore year in college. I had taken, and then later given, a beating for defending the honor of a Chinese girl that I liked. I briefly wondered if I would give or take a passion-driven whack in this woman’s defense – I was certain, that as a territorial animal, I would.

She sat close to the desk with her security badge/ID draped, upside down, on the keyboard. It was slung around her neck by a green strap, meaning she was either a guest from another office or a new employee. Her top was a tight fitting mock turtle-neck forcing her full chest to push against the dark fabric showing me that there was more than enough to make any man happy, and her pony-tail was secured by a teal colored hair-scrunchy. She was also wearing glasses, another weakness of mine. These were the same thick framed style of eye-glasses that this Asian porn star I knew about liked to wear. If I had to sum her up during my split second assessment, in a word, it would be “Wow”.

Yes, this woman had grabbed my attention, all of it; and even from the briefest of observations, I could tell she was a yummy Korean treat that needed to be watched, appreciated and fantasized about.

I had stopped in my tracks just beyond her door and looked on the wall but there wasn’t a nameplate, meaning she was a guest. I took two steps back and looked in again. But now her back was turned to me as she fiddled around in a cabinet. I almost pushed the door open and introduced myself but something, my inner-voyeur, made me turn around and walk into the darkened office across the hall.

I walked over to, and sat down in, the IT manager’s chair because I knew he didn’t get in until after 9am. Looking through the darkened room, across the hallway, and into her office, I had a perfect view of my new and very sexy obsession. I quickly put my cell phone into stealth-mode and sat back to enjoy the view of her soft shoulders and thick black pony-tail.


When she turned back around, her chair made this deep sounding squeak which made her face crumple up in a frown as she looked down, as if she could have identified the exact source. She moved her ass around a little and was visually displeased at the way the chair creaked whenever she shifted. Her annoyed state made me smile. I actually enjoyed the fact that she was visibly agitated. Her eyebrow furrowed warming my blood and when her thin lips disappeared completely behind her frown, my cock grew in response.

When she looked up to her computer monitor I could tell she was still very agitated. I smiled again, knowing that this woman was going to be a lot of fun to watch and even more fun, when the time was right, to tease. Perhaps she had a temper, even better if she did, it would make teasing her all the more fun.

After another minute she seemed to be totally focused on whatever she was typing and she began to nibble her lower lip. Her dark painted lips disappeared behind her bite and then back out. Then she pouted making her lower lip fill-out a little. I watched her mouth and face for a couple minutes as she worked and before I knew it I was rubbing my cock through my dark blue slacks. I growled softly at the thoughts of me saturating her soft pursed lips with my cock’s pre-cum, not letting her taste it until given permission.

What an amazing sight - her sitting there, nibbling her lower lip…perfect, just beautiful!

She looked to be in her mid-30’s, but I have a real hard time judging women’s ages, especially if they are attractive and even more so if they aren’t Caucasian. But it really didn’t matter, she was hot and my blood was pumping into my cock, making it throb - flesh straining against cloth.

She turned around in her chair causing it to groan in defiance once again. I smiled as she looked down because I knew she was annoyed again even though I couldn’t see her face. After watching her for the last five minutes, my cock was now, to use a term we use in the fire-service, “Fully Involved”. I couldn’t help myself from being totally aroused, inside and out. My fetishes, for not only watching her but for watching her get so frustrated, had completely taken over me.

I rubbed my palm hard against the fabric of my pants, feeling the hardness and heat of my cock radiate through the thin layers of cotton. I could also feel that the pre-cum, which had most likely made a complete mess of my boxers, was now pushing through my slacks too. I was glad I was wearing dark pants as any khaki colored pants would have had me explaining myself to someone later. I continued to stroke myself with just my finger tips, pushing hard against the sides of my shaft and then sliding them down and over my aching balls.

Then, as if queued to do so, she adjusted her bra and pinched-pulled the under-wire, fixing her chest’s constraints. Once finished, she squeezed her tits a little with her biceps to make sure they were even. Then she reached her arms up and stretched to make sure everything was “properly aligned”. She slowly licked her lips, unconsciously I assume, as she adjusted her torso and then she slid back the chair and crossed her legs. I could now see the skin of her right knee just over the desk. My balls ached even more at the sight of her soft, tan-colored, flesh.

A few thoughts, ones of her soft skin between my teeth and her little Asian nipples under my lips, rushed through both of my heads. I was dying to pull out my dick and really jerk-off but I knew it was unwise to do that unless I was completely confident that I wouldn’t get caught. Nor did have the appropriate materials to clean up a hot, sticky and likely very large, load of cum. Instead, I slowed my touch to a nice pace and began controlled-breathing exercise so I didn’t pop-off in my pants.

She was back to typing on her keyboard and her lip continued the nibbling making me wonder how her pussy tasted. I love watching my lover’s face whenever I eat their pussy or suck on their clit. Often, my partner will bite their lower lip in anticipation of the intense orgasms I am determined to give to them, or perhaps…with-hold!

Unconsciously, I rubbed faster, squeezing my cock-head though the wet fabric.

By the time I realized what I was doing, my orgasm had closed in. I immediately stopped, pressing my fingers hard into the base of my shaft, pushing my balls downward, just to calm it down. I knew I had to get out of there before I left a creamy mess in my boxers. After a minute or so, I got up, grabbed my coffee mug and phone, then I walked out of the dark room. I saw that she had noticed some movement outside her doorway, as her eyes flashed in my direction, but I was already out of sight.

I refilled my coffee mug and headed back to my own office. Once inside, I closed the door and looked at the clock. I had plenty of time before my office-mates were due so I pushed the door’s locking mechanism, securing my privacy with a pronounced click. Sitting down at my desk I grabbed a couple of paper towels from my drawer, unzipped my pants and pulled out my throbbing cock.

Spitting into my hands, I greased my spongy head with pre-cum and saliva and slowly stroked down the length, lubricating my shaft for what was sure to be a quick-release. My right hand pumped up and down on the base, occasionally dragging my fingers over my balls, as my left hand twisted over the top.

I don’t know if other guys have the same sensation when they masturbate, but the back of my cock-head is extremely sensitive. When my thumb is pointing down and my palm rubs over it as I twist, like I was doing now, it feels like I am stuffing it into a tight, tight cunt. And, when I squeezed the base of my cock, forcing more blood to the head, swelling it, well…that is as damn close to ecstasy as a guy can get by himself.

I usually like to stretch out my self-manipulation or even engage in self-denial a few times but right now, I just wanted to get off, and fantasizing about her was a tremendous help.

I tugged on my lower shaft with one hand, squeezing it as hard as I could; meanwhile my other hand was working over the top like I was polishing a light-bulb. I could feel my orgasm building quickly as I closed my eyes and pictured my Asian princess, her hands restrained to bed-posts, her knees on the bed pushing her sweet arse up into the air for me. I could see her staring back at me through her sexy, dark framed glasses. I imagined her moaning my name, begging me in her Asian accented voice to fuck her even harder as I slammed my hard cock deep into her tight, wet pussy.

When I open my eyes and looked down, all I saw was the blur of flesh-on-flesh violence that my hands were inflicting upon my needy cock. When the intense hot-flash of orgasmic bliss crashed over me, I pumped a couple big shots of jizz on top of my desk. The next few pulses oozed cum over my hand like a volcano running down a mountain-side. I gasped for air as I slowed my rhythm squeezing out the remainder of my load as the after-shocks jolted my body. Meanwhile my hand continued to torture my sensitive head.

I sat there for a moment and caught my breath before cleaning up my mess. Just as I finished zipping my pants, I heard a small knock on my door.

I looked over to the door and could see a shadow through the narrow opening at the bottom. “Come in!” I commanded loudly knowing damn well that door was locked.

The doorknob wiggled as I tossed the last of the towels into my trash can and quickly tied the plastic bag.

“Oh, Hang on…” I shouted as I checked to be sure everything on my desk and on my person was in order.

“…that damn door…..not again…” I said as opened the door, only to see her - my Korean vixen.

“Hi, sorry about that…” I said, flatly as I fiddled with the doorknob, acting like there was something actually wrong with it. “…sometimes the latch catches and locks me in!”

She smiled at me and then looked at the name plates outside my door, studying the names. She was taller than I expected, and her lower half was fuller and curvier than many Asian women; still, it was very much in proportion to her height.

“Um…I’m Ed Mathews” I stated, pulling the door all the way open.

I stepped back into the shared office and stood next my desk. She followed and stood close enough to me that I could clearly smell her perfume. I thought her aroma was indeed quite pleasant and furthermore I was pleased that it would impede her ability to smell any of the sex-scent that had just been released a few minutes before.

“Hellooo, I’m Julia Nixon!” she stated joyfully, her proper “British” accent almost knocking me over.

“I was looking for you, Edward; you are the head of the quality team, YES?” She asked enthusiastically.

“Yes, I am!” I replied as I unthinkingly offered her my dry, but hardly clean, hand.

Just as she reached to shake it, I pulled it back in a tight ball. I immediately grabbed the anti-bacteria gel off my desk, squirted some into my hands, and rubbed vigorously.

“Sorry, I think I have a cold.” I offered in a humbled tone. “Ummm, what can I help you with, Julia?”

Just as she began to speak, it occurred to me that she was likely one of the corporate office’s process auditors that was scheduled to come and evaluate my department.

“Well Edward, I’m an auditor from Corporate-UK.” she began, “I’ll be here for a few weeks, looking things over, and I just wanted to introduce myself.” Her voice was sending jolts of euphoria through my entire body; I was even more smitten than I was watching her fifteen minutes earlier.

“I was told that you arrived at work early, so I want to meet with you to discuss….”

She continued talking, but as often happens when a sexy woman is speaking to me for more than five seconds, my mind drifted to an erotic place. I started to imagine she was naked, doing a strip-tease, and telling me in the King’s English…. “I want to suck your randy wank until you cum so hard the queen will have you arrested for impersonating a member of the royal family.”

I nodded and smiled at her, as I tried to clear my thoughts and get back into the conversation.

“….anyway, I’m here until 4:30 every day, so if you could please set up a meeting to review your team’s processes. The sooner the better, if you don’t mind.” She finished.

“Sure, that sounds fine.” I answered nonchalantly, my heart furiously beating inside my chest.

She handed me her business card, smiled, and then walked out. I watched her very fine and perfectly shaped ass disappear out through the door. My slackened jaw slowly fell to the carpet.

“Holy Shit!!!” I muttered under my breath.

Did I mention my inclination toward English accents?

I sat down and quickly added her email address, noted on her business card, to my contact list and then looked at my calendar. Before I scheduled the meeting, I emailed Francis, a co-worker and good friend from the UK office, to see if he knew anything about Ms. Julia Nixon.

As I waited, I began to think about how Francis, the Corporate-UK’s IT guru, and I had met 18 months ago. He was state-side for a company-wide technology conference and I had caught him, alone in the hotel’s lounge, editing an erotic story on his laptop. In retrospect, perhaps he had let me catch him. Anyway, it was a story that was to be published on the same website where I published mine. Once my taboo of talking to another man about erotica had been overcome, after a few scotches, we traded notes about our preferences. After dinner, I made a few phone calls and we read each other’s published material while we waited for our dessert to show up.

That night and two more times that week, we met with this cute woman I knew, Jackie. She was much younger than both of us and I had assumed she would be good for a couple blowjobs, my usual encounter with her, but Francis quickly introduced us to his domineering preferences. He easily tapped into her submissive side - a place that I, until then, had little experience with. It wasn’t long until he had her begging us to do things to her that I hadn’t even considered. He was a very good Dom but he tended to be softer than the sadistic SOB’s I often read about. Maybe he was just smarter.

He also noted that I was a probably a switch, which intrigued him very much. One night, he instructed my friend and I to tease each other to the edge of orgasm for over 3 hours, thrilling both of us. Eventually, we all came buckets when “Sir Francis” finally allowed it. Yes, he had dragged me down the rabbit-hole of BDSM type fetishes, allowing me to tap into and explore both my alpha and submissive boundaries.

After his reply, to my private email, I smiled knowingly and sent the meeting invite to Julia for 10:30 am. He had also corrected my totally misplaced assumption that she was English. She was in fact from Scotland. What did I know about accents anyway? Apparently, not much so perhaps it was time for me to begin obsessing about those details too. I had to laugh to myself, she was a Korean-Scot, what a contradiction…

I didn’t care where she was from, I loved her accent and I needed to hear it again, and soon. I refilled my coffee mug more than usual, being sure to walk by her temporary office several times. For the next few hours I sneaked peeks and then sat at my desk and day-dreamed about her. I could only think about her proper “Scottish” accent, her sexy glasses and the secret that Sir Francis had shared.


********

When I arrived, at 10:28, Julia was already sitting in the conference room, so I sat down right next to her. I assumed that she’d be thrown off a little by my assertiveness and proximity but I hadn’t exactly planned that maneuver, it just sort of came to me. I pushed the chair back and crossed my legs in a comfortable and casual, but controlled, way. She was, in fact, a little taken-back. Her flustered voice radiated her discomfort as she asked me if I understood the context of the audit.

I smiled wide knowing that I had caused her to squirm. She was the auditor, the interviewer, and she was supposed to be in control. I suspected that my challenging behavior would annoy her, at least until I was ready to reveal my real intentions.

My positioning had forced her to turn her chair and body toward me exposing very nice legs that were swallowed up by her hem-line. She crossed her legs like a well groomed lady should and turned her lovely face up toward me. An uneasy and forced smile formed on her lips as she tried to regain control of the situation. That wasn’t going to happen, of course, but it excited me that I could mess with her head a little as she tried.

By sitting next to her and making her turn, I had essentially stripped her of all authoritative power that a conference room’s big table would usually give to the interviewer. I know she didn’t expected me to behave this way but rather wished I had been, like everyone else she interviewed, a cowering employee that was worried sick about losing his or her job.

She began reading the audit script, her accent making every ounce of my inner-animal growl.

Her voice was giving me a hard-on and I didn’t even try to hide it. Nor did I try to hide the lustful undressing I was giving her. My eyes wandered everywhere; I even tilted my head to look at her ass in the chair.

By now, two minutes into the interrogation, she kind of sounded like a female Ozzy Osborne as she blabbered, boarder-line incoherent. She tried desperately to keep my attention on the task at hand but her attempts to regain control of the process, and her faculties, were in vain.

It was too late, I had the advantage, I knew who and what she was – I was in control.

I couldn’t let up. I had one chance to get her full attention and this was it. I nodded and repeatedly but sarcastically, said “Yes, ma’am”. Then I uncrossed my legs, leaned back and blatantly displayed and my rock hard erection. I adjusted my rigid member through my pants as I stared at her shocked face. I was trying very hard not to smile.

She stopped talking and turned bright red. Then she turned in her chair and took a sip of her water bottle. He chair squealed, just like in her office. I watched her squirm uncomfortably.

I couldn’t hold back my joy any longer and chuckled out loud as I asked, “Julia, did you know your office chair squeals the same exact way?”

She turned her head and looked at me her mouth open in surprise.

“Yes.” I whispered as I leaned forward, my hands folded between my splayed legs.

“Yes, Julia, I have been watching you…and you know…I am very much aware it is my job to notice the smallest detail, scrutinize the slightest defect and point out every flaw I see.” I stated softly.

“SOFTWARE…” she blurted in her wonderful Scottish accent. “You are a Software Quality Manager…not a….” She stopped and in silence, bit nervously at her lip again, just the way I liked.

She was beat red and very much out of her element. I had her wishing there was an “escape” button on the table. Her silence was so sweet to my ears; I tried to imagine what she was thinking at this moment but there was only a beautifully silent chaos. Her eyes danced around the room and finally settled on me.

I raised an eyebrow and then, in the flattest, driest voice I could muster, I asked her, “You knew someone was watching you - didn’t you, Julia?”

He mouth agape, a gasp unknowingly escaped out of the depths of her soul and when she went to speak the word ‘No’, nothing came out of her mouth. It was as if all of her breath had been stolen. Her lips formed the word but she was unable to speak. She sucked in a hard breath and turned her chair toward me to get up.

She should have turned the other way, because I clamped my hand on her chair’s armrest, freezing her movement.

“Where are you going, Julia?” I asked firmly, staring at her, using my intimidation to hold her gaze.

“Are you embarrassed by this?”

“Hmm, that is interesting because you weren’t you embarrassed when you were fondling your delicious chest earlier.”

“You knew someone was watching - you meant to turn me on….”

“YOU….” I seethed just inches from her face “You’re - a - fucking - cock - tease.” My words hissed out from between my clenched teeth.

Shock registered on her face as she shook her head in disbelief. “Nooo, Noooo, it’s not like that…I’m not like that…” she pleaded as her everything crashed around her like a house of cards.

My cock was about to erupt at the thought of her loosing it and breaking down under my pressure. Oh, how brutal I felt, the thought of how much control I had gained in such a short time was making my head swim. What she didn’t know was that the real torture hadn’t even started.

Without a word I quickly stood making her lean back in her chair. I tossed my business card on the table, and as I walked out of the room my voice commanded, in a surprisingly masterful tone, “Reschedule this when you get your shit together, Julia.”

I briskly walked to my office wondering if I had pulled it off, wondered if perhaps I was more Alpha than not. Unable to concentrate on work, I headed home early.

********

The next morning I was already set up in the IT manager’s darkened office when she arrived at 6:15. She resisted looking directly into the office but I could see her peeking out of the corner of her eye. She swiveled around more than she needed to, her chair making a squeaking racket. I knew she couldn’t see me, or my fully erect cock planted firmly in my hand, but I wondered if she would try and tease me. No, I knew she would, Francis said she was an insatiable flirt.

She went about her business but would occasionally look up and lick her lips. She adjusted her bra several times, as she peeked out the corner of her eye into the office across the hall. I knew she thought I was in there, watching her.

I sent a text message to my phone and it beeped and rattled on the IT manager’s desk. Hearing the commotion, she looked up and directly into the dark office. A smile spread across her face as she punched some keys on her keyboard. I heard my smart-phone begin to play a ring tone notifying me of her email. “Private Eyes” by Hall and Oats, on full volume, rang out of the device. I smiled as she looked into the darkened room trying to identify the ring tone. I stifled my laughter as I realized she was probably too young to get the joke, the song was probably too old for her to recognize, even if she could have heard it clearly.

I sent another text and the phone beeped and buzzed again.

She looked directly in the room again and smiled, then licked those deliciously yummy lips. She lifted her hair up over her head, stretching her arms straight up in a model like pose. Then she looked directly the darken room and blew a silent kiss.

I saw enough. I picked up my desk phone and called her extension. I looked back at the monitor on my desk as the extension rang and could see her look toward her desk phone, reading the caller ID that displayed. A confused look took over her attractive features, her brow furrowed and lips pursed, I smiled again.

Her perplexed look was worth every effort it took to set up the HD live-feed camera in the darkened IT office. It was working perfectly. She picked up the phone. “Hellooo?”

“Hi Julia, its Edward….please come to my office.” I stated and then hung up without waiting for a reply.

She stood and fixed her hair and miniskirt and walked directly into the IT manager’s office and turned on the light. She looked around, confused, and walked directly to the desk and picked up my smart phone and looked at it.

Anticipating this maneuver, I called the number and my smart phone’s pre-selected ring tone announced the incoming call. It vibrated and then played the Nine Inch Nails’ ring tone, startling her.

She pressed the ‘answer’ button on the touch pad and answered, “Yes?”

“Bring my phone with you.” I stated quickly before I broke the connection.

She walked out of the IT Manager’s office and out of my camera’s view. I decided to minimize the video feed on my monitor and let this play out as it happened - too much planning spoils one’s impulsive creativity.

When she walked into my office, she did so without looking at me and put my phone on my desk. Then she turned to walk out, swinging her fantastic chest dangerously close to my reach. I resisted grabbing hold of her large breast as I admired the hunter green one piece dress that constrained them.

Her silly attempt of defiance and self-control made me hard as stone. My eyes darkened and narrowed.

“Stop” I said in the steadiest voice possible.

She obeyed the command but didn’t turn around. I stared at her wonderfully shaped arse and light brown legs. She wasn’t wearing any hosiery but I assume she had some type of panties under her skirt. The dark green fabric clung to her arse like a condensation on a cold window. The hem-line drifted more than a few inches above her knee but wasn’t really mini-skirt length either. Her soft, spotless legs launched downward displaying two muscularly thick calves and her ankle high boots sported long thin heels making me wonder how much she knew about ME?

“You know Julia…” I started, “Francis, the UK’s IT manager...well, you see, he’s a friend of mine.”

She turned around and looked at me. “Francis?” she purred rhetorically, pleasantly surprised.

“Yes Julia, Francis….SIR…Francis” I answered intentionally pausing between the words. Her expression morphed from one of congeniality to total confusion. My lips formed into a coy, knowing, smile.

I continued, “Hmm, Yes, Francis and I are friends. Good friends….the kind that share the very darkest of secrets. “

I paused and raised my right eyebrow and studied her face. My inner-most being silently rejoiced as an obvious anxiety overtook hers.

“You also need to know that he….” I laughed softly, “Well, let’s just say I know everything about you. Julia, Francis told me who and what your really are.”

Her mouth dropped open in surprise as the realization that, Sir Francis, her Lover, her BDSM playmate, her Master had spilled the beans about her submissive preferences and his frequent domination over her.

“But what you don’t know is that we have discussed your defiant behavior.” I stated in a voice even lower than my normal bass octave.

“Your intentional disregard of his command….” I raised the other eyebrow, “…that you should keep him apprised of your whereabouts at all times?”

Her eyes drifted to the floor, averting the penetration of my hardening gaze.

“Furthermore…..this blatantly rebellious attempt to hide from him that you would be traveling to…..THIS office…” I scoffed as I motioned my hand in a rolling motion.

“Ohhhhh…” my voice pitching up as I laughed, “He was VERY displeased.”

Her confusion began to morph into fear as my words registered, my mocking tone further knocking her off balance. Her eyes started to dart around through her glasses at the floor and at the sides of my desk. She avoided looking directly at me, her hands twisted together nervously. Her body language was like a neon sign was flashing her thoughts above her head saying ‘Please…No…STOP…HELP-Somebody Please help me’

My voice, almost joyous continued as I taunted her, shaking my head, “Ohhhh yes, so disappointed…yes he was…tsk-tsk-tsk. In fact, he is, at this very moment, pondering if you are even worthy of him.”

Her fear turned to sheer terror, with her eyes revealing her inner-most secrets, her need for Sir Francis, her Lover and Master. Her lips trembling in fear, her almond shaped eyes nearing tears. I was envious of my friends control over this delicious creature, my face hardened as I frowned as I let her stew in her thoughts.

I steeled my resolve, after a full minute of silence, and buried my jealous inadequacies. I brought control back into my voice as I continued, “Julia, I want you to understand that Francis completely trusts me. In fact he has charged me to oversee…..”

I paused for effect.

“…YOUR correction.”

Julia’s face was a mess of emotions; twisting in agony, confusion and curiosity.

“Francis gave me a message for you.” I waited a moment, then I snapped, JULIA... Look at me!”

She looked directly at me. “Just so there isn’t any confusion…He said:”

Then I repeated the exact words my friend had told me to say.

‘Do Edward's will as if it were my own, my precious!’

Her eyes widened as stared, her mouth agape at her master’s very familiar words.

I repeated the command, “Do as I will you to do, my precious!”

A slight look of comfort and submission formed in her beautiful brown eyes. Her pretty lips, ever so slightly, turned upward in a faint smile as she exhaled a gasp, releasing five tons of internal stress.

And then, in the softest, most controlled voice I had ever uttered, I asked her,

“Please come closer.”

She nodded and walked over next to my desk.

I placed my hand on her hip, softly felt and then twisted the thin green fabric in my fingers. I toyed with her dress for a moment and then asked her to turn to face the door. She complied and slowly turned as my hand glided over her outfit and onto the small of her back. I rubbed my fingers into that sensitive place just above the ass and massaged her for a moment, teasing her.

Francis had shared with me how she loved having her ass or “arse”, as he called it, fondled, squeezed and spanked so I knew she was waiting for me to grope her cheeks. I resisted and I waited another minute before moving my hand upward, stroking her seductively. She let out a barely audible but disappointed whimper as I avoided giving her what she wanted.

My long arm reached her pony tail and my hand toyed with her hair playfully. Then without warning, I grasped her shoulder firmly and squeezed her hard making her gasp.

“Julia, please step back here.” I commanded pulling her to my right side, directly next to my chair. Her knees were pressed into the file cabinet and the edge of the desk was just below her hips, cutting into her legs at mid-thigh.

Then I slowly pushed her upper-torso forward and told her to grab the far side of the desk. She reached across and rested her forearms on a stack of papers, her fingers curled over the far edge. I released my grip on her shoulder and then, as slowly as I could stand, I scratched my fingernails down her back to the top of her arse.

I could now feel my pre-cum dribbling down my fully involved erection as it quietly throbbed, hidden, under my desk.

“Julia, it is time for some punishment.” I stated as my hand slowly slid over her round ass. She shuddered in excitement, fully expecting a spanking. My hand continued down her thigh and stopped at the back of her knee, I had other plans.

My fingers rolled behind her knee for a moment and then slid back up her thigh, catching her skirt and pushing it up out of the way. My hand lingered on her back as I observed her perfect arse, covered by traditional, but thin, black panties.

By now I could smell her sex, causing me to tighten slightly in anticipation. The torturously slow undressing was orchestrated for my complete pleasure; the fact that it teased her mercilessly wasn’t just a bonus, it was my objective.

My fingers wrapped around the elastic band of her panties, gripping very hard so that the sudden yank of my arm would force them all the way down to her knees. She gasped again at the unexpected movement, and then she moaned in anticipation of my hand. She was expecting, as Francis outlined, a swift and direct smack on her ass cheek but I resisted giving her the pleasure, this was a punishment after all.

I squeezed her ass cheek gently with my right hand and traced my fingers up between the cheeks, spreading her crack, touching her puckered rose bud. She shivered noticeably as I slid my finger over her asshole and right out of the crack onto her back.

“Do you have anything to say, Julia?” I asked.

“Please forgive me, kind Sir” She whispered.

“Forgive?....What must I do?” I asked

“Punish me and spank my bottom for my disobedience.” She whispered, wishing for it to be true.

“Hmmm, I don’t know Julia” I answered flatly. “I‘m not sure you are even worthy of my gentle touch, never mind a corrective one.”

“Please-Please…forgive me, kind Sir” She whispered in a cooing voice, “I am not worthy, Master…do as you wish.”

Then she started to sob. Of course it was fake, an act, a façade. Part of the game her and Sir Francis played. But I wasn’t Sir Francis, though, and she was about to discover that I was “less forgiving” than her light-hearted, and soft, friend back home.

I grabbed her left elbow with my left hand and seethed, “Alligator tears, you lying slut.”

Suddenly, my right hand slid between her thighs, I could feel the dampness on the labia’s folds as my fingers slid up between her cunt lips and roughly pushed into her clit. She gasped in surprise, pleasure and perhaps some pain. I pulled my hand back a couple inches and then pushed two fingers into her hot, wet and wanting pussy. I jammed into her right up to my knuckles and she let out a sudden screech at the unexpected penetration but after I slid my fingers back she matched my next thrust with a backwards shove of her hips.

I smiled like a Cheshire-Cat, I had her right where I wanted her.

She rode my hand as I expertly fucked her cunt, now with three fingers. I let my little finger tease her clit each time I pushed in. My middle and ring-finger were grinding into her g-spot the best I could at this angle, which wasn’t optimal, but seemed to be getting the job done. After a couple minutes of this she started to make a high-pitched whine, signaling, according to Sir Francis, her impending orgasm. I withdrew my fingers and cupped her mound.

She looked over at me with fiery eyes and pursed lips at the denied orgasm, but wisely she said nothing. I brought my hand, soaked with her cunt juice to her lips and pushed my fingers into her mouth. As she sucked on my digits, I explained a few things to her.

“Firstly, Julia….As long as you are here under my purview, you will only cum when I decide you are worthy of my efforts to bring you release.”

“Second, Francis said you would obey me, so I trust that you won’t masturbate when I am not around.”

“Will you obey me?” I asked

She shook her head in agreement, her nostrils flaring, her eyes burning into me.

Then I looked directly at her, my fingers still deep in her mouth, and flashed a knowing smile. After a brief silence, I said, “I know you are a switch, Jules…..So don’t get any silly ideas about topping me.”

I knew mentioning it was a risk, because if she sensed I was a switch as well, she might try to turn it around and put me in my place. Maybe subconsciously I wanted her to try. But for now she was playing the sub role perfectly and seemed to be enjoying it.

I pulled my fingers from her mouth and slipped them between her ass cheeks and wiggled my middle finger into her dark star. She groaned and closed her eyes as I finger fucked her arse with my right hand. Then I pushed my left hand in between the desk and her thigh and began to diddle her clitoral area with two fingers, rapidly rubbing, flipping and pinching her hardened nub.

A minute later I felt her ass tighten as she tried to suppress her “almost there” squeal, but I knew. I snorted and laughed a short and evil staccato as I pulled both hands away and then squirted some anti-bacterial gel into my palm.

With a pissed-off and tortured stare, she watched me clean my hands. Her Alpha-submissive rage poured at me through the thick-rimmed glasses. I just kept laughing, mocking and teasing her. Once the gel dried I grabbed her pony tail and pulled her up and back. She stood facing me as her skirt fell back down her thighs and her panties fell to her ankles.

When I pushed back my chair and turned, exposing my hardened cock, her eyes widened. A sly smile formed on her narrows lips as she realized that she was going to have another chance to redeem herself to her master’s proxy, Me.

“I’ll take these.” I stated as I pushed my foot between her legs stomping the panties to the floor. She understood what I meant and pulled her booties through the cloth panties, stretching and tearing the fabric.

“Now, kneel before me and try to wrap your mouth around that…you silly little twat!” I spat in my most condescending voice.

She leaned over, grabbed the chair’s arms and pulled me toward her, her eyes still burning from agony of the double denial that I had dispensed. Then, as commanded, Julia knelt before me.

She put her hands on my knees and licked her sweet lips before taking my purple, aching, cock- head into her mouth. She sucked me so hard her cheeks caved inward as she slid me deep into her throat. I moaned my approval and clasped my hands into her pony-tail and began to fuck her mouth.

I was so ramped up I knew it wouldn’t take too long before I came. She ground her nose into my pubic hair as I pumped my hips in rhythm with my hands. She opened her mouth wide and took the abuse to her throat, occasionally gagging. After a little bit, I slowed my pace and released her hair.

She grabbed my cock’s base with both hands and squeezed my balls as she stroked the lower half and sucked on the top half. Her mouth was very soft and I could feel her tongue flipping on my head just before she pulled it out. She’d push it to her cupie doll shaped lips and let it slide in, all the way down to her hand, before bringing it all the way back out.

She was looking up at me through her glasses, which was a tremendous turn-on, as she obediently served her new, but temporary, Master.

Then through half closed eyes, I noticed a very slight difference in her body language, there was also a different, determined, look in her eye. I pretended not to notice but I knew she was thinking about returning the favor of denial. Now 99.99% of the time I would have been very happy to be denied and teased but this was that rare occasion where I could not concede my domination, especially since I already instructed her otherwise.
I allowed my lust to build up and just as I was about to release; I saw a slight smile form on the outsides of her mouth. It was now a competition for dominance so I gripped her head and shoved her mouth all the way over me. She made a muffled yelp. “No fair”, I think she said as she tried to pull back but I held her tight as I spewed a gush of cum into her throat, choking and gagging her. I pulled her off and let her go as she coughed my jiz out of her esophagus, spraying it all over my crotch.

She caught her breath and looked at me with fire in her eyes. “What the Fuck…” she blurted in a dirty Scottish accent.

“Shut that fucking cock hole and lick this mess up!” I growled at her grabbing her hair again, this time tugging at it harder.

Realizing that the opportunity to ‘top me’ was past, she averted her eyes and simply said “Yes…Sir”

“NOW!” I reiterated yanking her head closer to my crotch.

She began to lick the splashes of cum off my thighs and abdomen, hungrily obeying my instructions.

As she licked me clean, I explained that I met Francis on a business trip and how he owed me a big favor. I told her that the rough-gagging cum shot was to make sure she understood that I was not a pushover.

“Yes Jules, I’m a switch too…but if you try that again…” my voice was completely void of any emotion.

She nodded as she listened and when she finished she rested her arse on her boot heels and looked up. Her eyes reflected her submission and curiosity.

Then she said “Is Me-Lord satisfied?”

I almost burst into laughter but somehow kept it contained.

“Hummph….Me-lord, eh?” I stated.

I knew Francis and I would be discussing her ridiculous, medieval, vocabulary later.

“Yes, my precious, I am satisfied….for now” I replied as stroked her face gently.

“Now, Julia, please go get cleaned up and wait for my meeting invite.” I said softly, giving her a kind smile knowing that true submission is not just about being in control of another but also being in complete control of your own self.

She rose and walked to the door of my office and then turned toward me, her face looking at the floor.

“Sir, will I still receive a spanking for all my disobedience?” She asked, in a voice that sounded a little too excited at the prospect.

“Of course not...” I taunted, picking up her panties “….you need to be punished….now, GO!” my answer knocked that naughty little smile, the one she thought I couldn’t see or feel in my bones, right off of her pretty little Korean face.

After she left, I opened my calendar and booked a small conference room in the vacant office space two floors above.

I looked at the clock and then activated the remote camera again and waited for Julia to return to her desk. I’d have a few hours to watch her obey my orders at her desk before I had to retrieve my video camera and reconfigure it in the conference room a few floors above. When I did, the camera feed was going to go live over the web so Francis and others could watch me take this gorgeous Korean ‘geolle’ to ecstasy, New England style.

To be continued…
(But only if the readers of LIT think it is “worthy” of their time, let me know)


 
Watching Julia Ch. 02
His Inner-Dom resists his Inner-Sub
Another tale collected during my perilous travels into self discovery. The bluesy software geek, moonlighting as a hunky volunteer firefighter, discovers that being a switch is equally as HARD!

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As I waited for my Asian vixen to return to her desk, my mind wandered to that Chinese girl I took a beating for in college, her name was Li. She was also a sophomore, and was in my economics class. I had just transferred to the small college, having lost my hockey scholarship at the state university a few months earlier. One night, at a frat party, this upperclassman called her a ‘chubby gook’ as she walked by. I called him out, in front of his entire fraternity, by telling him that I thought he was as spineless piece of shit and that I believed he needed to apologize.

He was shorter but very stocky, and while three of his fraternity brothers held me down, he beat the shit out of me. It really wasn’t fair, 4 on 1, but as a former collegiate level hockey player, I still landed several solid hits before they pinned me down.

Defending Li was worth every bruise and drop of blood that stained my face and shirt. The campus cops showed up and all five of us spent the night in the campus security lock-down, guests of their protective-custody policy. I stared, stone faced, at them for the next nine hours.

A few days later, Li sent me a note saying that she had saw what happened and that she had been the one to call the campus police. It also stated that she appreciated my chivalry and was sorry I got locked up. The next day, after class, I asked her out. She refused without giving a reason. This really boiled my blood, and revenge on those frat guys was the only way to fix my ego.

The following weekend I saw that mother-fucker and his friends coming out of the gymnasium after a basketball game. I waited behind a parked van and when he came around it, I stepped in front of him, grabbed his arms and thrust my knee into his nuts. When he keeled over, I grabbed his hair and brought my knee to his face, breaking his nose and knocking him unconscious. His friends, on the other side of a parked car ran around to assault me but I pulled a small knife. It wasn’t the 1st time I pulled my dad’s old switchblade to get out of a scuffle and the wild, “don’t fuck with me” look in my eyes, kept them at bay.

Several other students observed the fray and once again, Li sent me a note. She thanked me by inviting me to her dorm room that night, for my reward.

When I arrived, Li wasn’t there but her room-mate was. Dana was a short, thin, and a rather cute Filipino. She stood in the doorway and explained that my reward was a hand job, from her, if I wanted it.

Right, as if I wouldn’t want THAT!

She went on to explain that Li asked her to help out because she didn’t understand the “American” culture. Li also mentioned to Dana that it would also bring dishonor to her and her family if she dated me. Dana said she told Li that a hand job was an appropriate reward and she’d be happy to help deliver it for a small fee. Li chose to pay her cash.

Apparently Dana’s cultural background wasn’t as conservative as Li’s so I gladly agreed to accept my reward as I shut the door behind me.

Dana pushed me back on her bed and unzipped my pants. After she pulled out my quickly rising cock, she spit a big glob of saliva on the head and began to roll her palm over my knob.

I groaned happily as Dana slowly stroked on my shaft with one hand and rubbed my head with the palm of the other. She kept spitting onto my cock head, keeping it well lubricated on top while the hand around the shaft slowly dried, causing her hand to not slide over the skin but to tug and pull the skin over the rigid muscle underneath.

I had never had a hand job from another person before and I was astonished at this new technique. I was amazed at the feeling of her palm rolling over the back of my head. A couple minutes later I was blasting globs of goo into her cupped hand as she teased me over the edge.

She wiped her hand with a napkin and told me to “stay put” as she walked out of her dorm room. When she returned, a minute later, she had a wet face-cloth, warmed with hot water. Then she gently cleaned my cock with it and told me that the warm-water clean-up was a special, special reward from just her - a reward for defending the honor of Li, her best friend.

Then Dana said, “You know, Li is paying me $30 dollars but your cock is so nice I’d have done it for free.”

Yes, Asian women…they have a special place in my heart.

After she finished she moved over to the other bed and told me she’d love to have me watch her “rub one out”.

I stayed, but of course, it was just for “her” pleasure…what else was a chivalrous gentleman to do?

That night was the beginning of my fascination with hand-jobs, voyeurism and a few other things. I never did date or hook up with Li but Dana and I would often meet up for a mutual masturbation session, some oral or just a good old fashion fuck. It is a fair statement to say that I learned quite a bit in college.



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I noticed movement on the monitor as Julia sat down.

I picked up my smart phone and typed a text message, “I want you to cum for me Julia, NOW!!”

I clicked send and waited. I’d have a few hours to watch her obey my orders at her desk before I had to retrieve my video camera and reconfigure it in the conference room. The camera feed was going to go live over the web so Francis and others could watch me take this gorgeous Korean ‘geolle’ to ecstasy, New England style.



To be continued…

 

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