Live in Secretary/Companion required (open to one female)

Her eyes were watching my cock bounce as I stood before her, I picked up the egg and its wire connected controller, before moving the stool a little closed.
There was no need to speak, she would make whatever sounds to be heard in the room for the next 30 minutes or so.

The small egg lay in the palm of my left hand, and the controller in my right, using my fingers I turned the power on, just a low buzz, but the egg itself was vibrating.
I placed the egg alongside her left nipple, then slowly circled it, and pressed it against her hard nipple. I increased the power, the egg was now vibrating rapidly.
I reduced the power, and looked at her, smiling, taking the egg from her nipple, I held it up in front of her, then jerked it upwards, and looked down at my cunt.

She almost seemed to shiver, with the egg and the control in one hand, I slid my free hand underneath her, and three fingers inside her, swirling, twisting, picking up her nectar, which I then smeared on my cock, before tasting my hot wet cunt. Sitting down I set the egg on on half power, and as my fingers opener her lips, I touched it to her clit, just for a second, then for five seconds. I shook my head, warning her not to come, and turned the power to maximum.

I held the egg to her lips, and slowly pushed it up, inside, into the delicious wetness that dripped free. I let go, the wire and controller were dangling from her sex, as I sat on the stool, and nonchalantly stroked my cock.
 
Tina thrilled at the realization of what the egg really was. She gasped in pleasure when he held it to her nipple, and her hips thrust forward at the sensation. She moaned when he unceremoniously shoved his fingers deep inside her, and looked on with a measure of disappointment when he rubbed them over his cock, instead of using her directly to do it.

The next time he touched her, she gasped in pleasure, then again when he touched the egg to her. Holding it there, she moaned and ground her clit against it as best as she could. When he finally had it inside her, she quickly began to pant. Somehow she understood that he wanted her to hold off her orgasm (somehow!).

She started out by keeping her legs apart, and thinking of Sir's affairs. That helped for a little while, but then she glanced at him seated in front of her, slowly stroking himself, and the sensations came crashing to the forefront again. Her pussy spasmed around it, causing her knees to buckle a bit and she bit her lip trying to surpress a moan.

Tina fought back to thinking again about what her life here would be like, then realized that this WAS what her life was like-objectified largely, at the sexual whims of her Sir, assisting him but mostly pleasing him. The thought of pleasing him brought back to the forefront of her attention the vibrations against her g-spot, and she inadvertently closed her legs and her eyes, which intensified the pleasure. "No!" she thought to herself. "Hold it off!"

She snapped her eyes open, realizing that she'd sagged against her restraints a bit-which had the effect of pointing her vision directly at Sir's cock. Her mouth watered, and she moaned in anticipation. She focused on thinking about how she would suck him off next, and with difficulty straightened herself and spread her legs again-but not before realizing just how slick they were.

As Tina redirected her thoughts, her body was reacting on its own to the vibrating egg. She concentrated, but her hips were undulating, her breathing getting increasingly heavy. Her tits bounced on her chest because of her movements, and she gave out soft, intermittent moans, whimpers, and whines.
 
She did well, I was aware that she was not a natural submissive, and had a lot to learn. She fought hard to beat the urge to orgasm, and this was pleasing.

I reached up between her legs, and took hold of the now wet and sticky controller, her lips parted and it came free, I looked into her eyes, and mouthed the words,
You may come now.

I watched and I waited, and while I did so, I stopped stroking, and then moved behind her to release her wrists, and then I took a towel from a drawer, and placed it on the stool

.”you may rest for a few minutes on the stool.”
 
Tina almost sobbed as she finally came, her pussy almost cramping from how long the egg had been in and how much she'd been clenching it. She sagged weakly against the restraints after she had finished, until Sir started to undo them.
At his suggestion to rest, she put her hands and one knee on it amd painted, regaining her strength and her breath. .
 
I quickly realised that things were possibly a little too intense for Miss Jones, as I now thought of her, at this early stage in our tine together. I decided to let her res for a while on the stool.
I produced a small table, placed it close to her, and theen excused myself for a few moments, telling her I needed to get something for her. I went back upstairs to the kitchen, and into the wine cellar, and returned with two glasses and a bottle of medium sweet white.

Pouring the wine into the wine glasses, I set them upon the table,

“A glass of wine Miss Jones, to soothe you, followed mybe by some cock au vin my dear?”

I dipped the head of my cock into my wine, and theI stood in front of her, offering it to her.
 
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The respite had helped Tina recover quite a bit. She'd fun, but Sir hadn't. When he returned bearing wine, she was embarrassed by this fact. As he poured, she sat on the sttol and splayed her legs. Dipping the tip of his cock into one of the glasses, he stepped between them and offered it to her with a teasing comment about "coq au vin". She silently stared up at him, placed her arms behind her back so that her tits stuck out adventitiously, and let him slide himself into her mouth.

He amused himself by alternating dipping his erection into the wine, then stroking into her mouth a few times, then back into the wine. Quickly though, Sir realized she was ready for more...
 
She wanted me inside her, and not her mouth, I could almost see it in her eyes.
Took hold of her, letting her know that I wished her to stand, and when did I kissed her, letting my tongue slowly dance with hers.
After the deep kiss I spoke,

“ I will now sit on the stool Miss Jones, and you may sit on my lap facing me, and if anything gets in the way, I am sure that you will be able to hable it, or put it somewhere warm and wet.”
 
Tina's heart leapt within her chest.. How did he know?!? Her pussy drooled at his lurid talk, and she kept her body pressed to his, her mouth attacking his, as he slowly sank onto the stool. She was so desperate to have him buried in her that she almost didn't need her hand to guide him in, and so wet and ready that she sank fully impaled on him without a catch! She moaned gutterally into his mouth in satisfaction. She rode like a woman possessed, driven to get him off inside her yet also wanting to cum again herself-rising up until just his tip remained inside, then sinking down fully and grinding her hips against him, her clit dragging against the base of his cock as she did so.

Internally, her mind was screaming to him, "Please get off inside me! Fill me up with your cum! Shoot that baby batter directly into my womb! Breed me! I'll be your filthy slut! I'll be your dirty whore! My body will be for your pleasure only!" Outwardly, all she could do is grunt and moan as she fucked herself on his cock...
 
This was what I desired, a slut who fucked hard and well, who knew how to use her cunt on a rampant cock. I started to meet her strokes, rising as she lowered, the whole room frlt alive with sexual expectation, and I just wanted to fuck her hard, very hard. My voice was now gruff, and almost hoarse as I commanded Miss Jones.

“Let Sir get up Miss Jones, and bend over the still with your ass in the air, Sir will fuck his slut hard and deep and fast.”

Practically lifting her, I got up and spun her around, and placed her in the position, grabbing her hips to raise her higher I powered into my hot wet and wanting cunt, pulling her omto my cock by her hips, feeling her react drove me on, faster harder, past the pointof now return,
I cried out

“Now, now, fucking now slut, oh fuck YES!”

My cream spurting, flowing and filling her up to the brim.
 
It was all so heady-the exposing clothing, the likelihood of others seeing her, the act of submitting, the degrading talk, it was all combining to turn Tina into little more than a sex toy. Her Sir wanted something from her, she'd be disappointed in herself if she couldn't make it happen.

She tried to follow his command to turn over, but he was too taken in his passion to wait and did it himself. She moaned out her pleasure, reaching back to spread her cheeks and make it easier for him to get deeper. She was thrusting back into him, trying to fuck him almost as hard as he was driving into her.

At his command to cum, she was-sobbing in the sheer joy and pleasure of her hedonistic experiences! As he shouted his own orgasm, she felt the satisfaction of being able to take what he'd given her. She used her sore vaginal muscles to work every possible drop from his cock into her very receptive cunt.

Without being bidden, once he slipped out of her, she turned and knelt at Sir's feet. Her tongue gently lapped at his dripping cock, leaving it clean, but unable to control it well due to her own rapid breathing ended up also having it rub frequently obver her face and the tendrils of sweat-soaked hair that occasionally drifted over her face. One hand idly played at her entrance, stirring the combined juices and trying to keep them inside the gaping hole.
 
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While I would not admit it yet tomMiss Jones, that was the best hard fuck that I had enjoyed in a very long time. And I looked at her, cleaning me, with a very contented look upon her face.

“While you are sat there recovering Miss Jones, let me appraise you about the contents of my playroom. There is nothing here that will cause you pain, while I will use clamps and restraints, at no time will you ever need to use your safe word.
For this evening Sir is satiated, and will shortly retire to his room for a shower, and to continue the new Steven King novel he purchased recently.
For you Miss Jones, the night is yours, tomorrow morning is my golf day, I will be back by four, and tomorrow evening we are dining at Antonio’s downtown at 8.
From your wardrobe pick oout something provocative, with easy access for me. Ifyou require something that your wardrobe is lacking, for tomorrow, find something, and bring your laptop to my room, say, an hour from now. Otherwise I will see you tomorrow afternoon, goodnight Miss Jones.”
 
As Sir spoke, she listened attentatively, her hand stroking his inner thigh appreciatively. Suddenly, she didn't want to be apart from him that long.

"Sir," she began hesitantly. "Would it be permissible for subbie to also get a book and join you as you read? I promise I'll do my best to provide only those distractions that Sir requests." She waited with baited breath. She'd dress however seductively or conservatively-or not at all!-as he wanted, and if he didn't want to be bothered she could entertain herself with Sir Walter Scott. Sure, she could relax in the bath with the book, or find a movie, or wander the mansion to discover more about her new residence. But the idea of him being home without her with him made her feel inexplicably anxious.

In the meantime, she'd already decided on the dress she'd like to wear for him. As ordered, seductive yet leaving any part of her accessible, not too formal, yet innapropriate for most situations.
 
"Sir, Would it be permissible for subbie to also get a book and join you as you read? I promise I'll do my best to provide only those distractions that Sir requests."


I listened to her request, but I was shaking my head even before she had finished speaking.

”I hear you, and I do understand, this is your first night here, and you may well feel lonely. If I were to allow your request, then I think that we both know that it would be virtually impossible for me to read anything, while you were in close proximity. But, I will permit you to come to my room at precisely 10.30PM, no earlier, and no later. You may then show me what you have chosen, and you will explain why you chose that particular garment. Your answer will determine what happens next.”

After she left, I put everything away, and returned the empty wine bottle and glasses to the kitchen, before going to my room to shower, and then relax with my book. The problem was that I did not relax, instead I lay on my bed, wearing just boxers, and almost willing the clock to move faster. It had been a long time since someone like Miss Jones had shared my home, and my bed. I looked again at the clock....
 
Tina was disappointed at Sir's answer, but accepted it. Bobbing her head in acquiescence, she rose to her feet and slowly made her way out of the Playroom and up the stairs. The mansion seemed to be empty as she padded quietly to her room. She took off the sexy top she'd been wearing and set it aside to be cleaned properly. She giggled to herself at the thought of how the laundress would react if she hadn't already been exposed to such clothing.

Donning only a sheer robe in keeping with her contract, she made her way to the library where she obtained the copy of Ivanhoe to help her pass the time. Returning by way of the kitchen, she obtained several bottles of water and a glass full of ice. Back in her room, she used a hand towel to make a cool compress for her aching nether region and sat on it, drinking three of the bottles of water while reading. The clock seemed to crawl, and the towel was getting damp anyways so she drew a scented bath and soaked, allowing the medieval tale to distract her from how slowly the time was passing. She ended up refreshing the water twice, and groomed herself as her nightly ritual, but then became hungry. Drying off, she again donned the same robe and returned to the kitchen and procured a few pieces of fruit, along with more water. By the time she had eaten them, remaining in the kitchen in the hopes that Sir would find a need there, she couldn't stand it any more.

Tina moved back to her room and carefully put on the dress, reapplied her makeup, then picking up a pair of sexy black stilettos. Even though it was only 9, she moved into the hallway and waited around the corner of Sir's door. She could hear his breathing and the occasional soft movements he made. There she stood, waiting for the interminable time to pass. The large grandfather clock at the end of the hall finally chimed 10 times-only half an hour left! As quietly as possible, she slipped the heels on and waited until it chimed the single tone marking the half hour. She stepped into the middle of the hall then made a large half-circle, her heels clicking loudly on the hardwood floors of the otherwise almost-silent house.

The Professor was seated in front of a fireplace she hadn't had much opportunity to observe before. As she approached, one hand traced the back of the chair, dropping off just shy of his shoulder. She continued to walk around so that he could see her, performing a slow, walking turn just in front of him so that he could get the full affect of her attire. Even though he was silent, she could feel his eyes burning into her as she moved.

Once he'd had a chance to view the dress, she stood and waited, eyes downcast, one leg forward so that the dress wrapped inside of her leg, creating a gap almost to her waist.
 
After locking up the playroom, and putting out the stool for cleaning, I went to my bedroom. First I took a long time in the double shower, with all its fancy jets and gizmos. Then it was a shave, a ritual from my youth, she first and last thing every day, teeth cleaned I left the en suite to get my silk dressing gown from thhe wardrobe.

Picking up my novel, I settled down in my armchair for a good read, but, I soon gave up, my mind was just too full of my Miss Jones, and what had happened during this awesome day. I soon put the book away, it could not compete with the most pleasing thoughts circulating within my mind.

For a moment I thought that I heard a tapping noise, but I had not, looking at my clock I saw that it was 10.28, she would be here soon, I did the best that I could to hide my already hard cock with my dressing gown before she arrived.

Then I waited, and what I saw when Miss Jones arrived was exactly as I had commanded. She posed for me, a full leg showing, and that sweet object of my desire almost seemed to be sending messages to my cock.

“Perfect Miss Jones, perfect, but that delicious ensemble is for tomorrow night, not tonight. So please return it to your room, and place it back in the wardrobe.”

For a moment she looked absolutely crestfallen.

“After that lay out your uniform for tomorrow morning on your bed, and then come back. I have something that requires your attention Miss Jones, very very much so.”

I opened my dressing gown, to show her the problem that I had..
 
Tina was disappointed in Sir's cursory approval of her dress, and almost crushed by his order to return to her room, and the command to lay out her uniform for the following day. Then she heard the words to come back and help with a "problem" and his display of his cock. She wanted to step over to him, sink to her knees, and swallow it whole right then and there, but meekly bowed her head forced herself to catwalk back out the door instead.

As she followed his instructions, carefully stripping out of the sexy dress and laying out her work clothes for the following day, she felt herself again getting moist. Deciding to leave the heels on, she returned to Sir's room, wearing them only. She again walked around the back of his chair and did the walking turn, then sank to her knees about two steps from her chair, head down kneeling.
 
”You may look upon me Miss Jones, and you may also look upon my current aroused condition, caused in no uncertain terms by you, I might add.

Today Miss Jones, has been a special day in my memory, and as such I have decided to reward you. Sir will allow you you to play with his cock, to suck it, and also to swallow his seed. I will lie on the end of my bed, and you will keep your shoes on while pleasuring me, after which I will pleasure you, before we both sleep soundly in my bed.”
 
Tina's heart leapt within her, and her breathing quickened. Sir stood and stepped towards her, his cock aiming straight at Tina's face. She opened her mouth slightly and her tongue protruded, lightly licking the underside of the helmet. Sir shifted his hips slowly, sliding it slightly into her inviting mouth. She swirled her tongue all around the head, then attempted to move forward to take more of him in, but Sir withdrew. She immediately sucked hard, wanting to keep him inside. He paused, and one of her knees crept forward. When her head bobbed toward again, he again stepped back. Her other knee came forward, and this time he let her mouth slide onto his cock a little more securely before backing away.

They continued this process until his knees were against his bed immediately after she'd managed to bury his cock in her throat. They paused there, and he allowed her to slide mostly off and back on a few times, slowly fucking her mouth with him, before he sat. As he did, she pulled back, wiggling her tongue from side to side rapidly as she did, then rapidly plunged back on. He reached down and ran his fingers through his hair, and she moaned her pleasure onto his cock even as her body melded to his leg.

Her hands slid up his thighs but remained away from his groin, Tina preferring to stimulate him only with her oral talents. However, she did twist and turn her torso, rubbing her naked tits against his legs, her arousal leaking down her thighs.

Sir laid back, his fingertips still caressing her scalp and tendrils of hair, and she chanced a look up. Fuck but this was sexy, and she couldn't wait to have him shoot all his load into her thirsty mouth. She bobbed down again, her tongue sliding in and out of her mouth at a more rapid pace than the slow downward movement of her head, and he groaned. She loved the sound of his pleasure, and she held position at the base of his shaft, nose touching his abdomen for a moment, then sucked hard as she pulled off.

Her next downward trip, she held her mouth wode open as she took him in, and pulled off in the same manner. Her next, she sucked hard the entire process. She was rewarded with a large bolus of tasty precum, and she knew she was getting close. She pulled off just a little further, holding the head between her lips and using her teeth to gently nibble at the tip of his penis, before again taking him deep down her throat, repeating gentle biting motions all down his shaft. As she came back off, she sucked hard and repeated the side to side shifting of her tongue, causing another groan and dose of precum. This bob was accompanied by both a rapid flicking of her tongue, as well as a twisting motion of her head, allowing her to touch her tongue almost all the way around his shaft.

Tina loved giving head, and the reactions she could get from men when she did it. Without thinking, as she worked her oral magic, she looked up and met Sir's eyes, her own unable to conceal the enjoyment of what she was doing and the love she felt for him
 
This was special, no, it was more than that, it was wonderful. Miss Jones was giving me the experience of my life so far.
Her tongue, her mouth, her whole being was concentrated on one thing, and one thing only, giving me pleasure.
I held her jead.
I gripped the bedclothes
I moaned in pleasure
And I sighed the sigh of the contented.
I wanted it to last forever, this delicious feeling of contentedness
This sexual nirvana

But that 0f course never happens, every volcano reaches a point when eruption 9s the only solution, and mine was on the brink.

”oh God, I cant stand it any longer, oh fuck Miss Jones, ooohh fuck, this is wondeeef, oh `god, here I come, I cant stop it, OOOOHHHHHHH YES, YES YES YES.”

Hips rising, cock pulsing, balls tightening, I was in consummate ecstasy, as she took all that I could give her, our eyes locked together as I very slowly came down from the heights that she had taken me too. She had done all the work, but I lay back on the bed exhausted.

” Give me a few minutes Miss Jones, my oh my, that was awesome, something else, it truly was. And niw I owe you a response, but not yet, come lie with me for five minutes, in silent solitude, and at peace with the world.
 
Once he started, Tina rammed herself down fully onto Sir's cock, lodging it in her throat and swallowing greedily. She wanted to taste him too though, so after a few moments she pulled back so that he was shooting into her mouth. She swirled it around a moment like one does with fine wine before allowing it to creep down her esophagus. As Sir recovered, she rubbed her face against his penis, contented with herself.

"Come lie with me for five minutes, in silent solitude, and at peace with the world." That best described their current situation, and she was happy to cuddle in beside him. Her head rested against his shoulder, one hand playing with his hair, the other stroking down his body and occasionally cupping his sack, one leg thrown over his, her bald mound pressed against his hip, her naked bosom pressed against his ribs.

Tina had never known how women could stand to be immodest, slutty submissives, but laying here like this, she could easily see herself falling into it. Even when she was not getting any sexual stimulation at all, there was just something about Professor Mountfort that made her want to submit to him. Whatever he wanted from her, she'd do. She'd wear the sluttiest clothes imaginable, or even entertain fully nude. She'd pleasure herself while he watched. She'd take care of his erection while he discussed business. Her body was his, for whatever whims he decided.
 
We lay there for 15 minutes in the end, I was satiated, and happy in her company, as I guessed she was in mine, and I had a favour to turn.

I moved slightly to grab a pillow, then I whispered in her ear,

“I will fetch a towel from the bathroom, place it on top of the pillow, then lie on the bed, with the pillow under your hips, and your onees raised in the correct position.”
 
God, but the man was a machine! She'd never had this much sex in one day, but her aching pussy tingled with anticipation. She turned to mostly on her back, one knee raised while she waited, so that upon exiting the bathroom his first sight of her would be her inviting cunt.

He returned in short order with the promised towel, and she did as instructed. She lay on her back, raising her knees to her shoulders and grasping the heels of her shoes, then let her knees fall apart, cunt gaping with eagerness and her anticipatory juices trickling down the crack of her ass amd onto the towel. She couldn't refrain from wiggling invitingly, nor moaning out, "Come fuck me, Sir...make me your personal cum slut...your fuck toy...I'm yours, for all your whims amd pleasures..."
 
I smiled at her,and then moved closer, opening her up, and slowly rubbing her clit with my thumb, then faster, then backing off a little.
Using my thumbs, I opened her lips, wide, looking into her, seeing my cunt pulse right before my eyes.

I looked up at her, seeing lust in her eyes, and I smiled as at her as I pushed two fingers inside, bending them, pushing deep, as I probed, searching for her g spot. I would know it straight away, slightly raised and textured.

She jumped, just a little, and I started to rib back and forth, slowly, consistently, incessantly.
The faster, my free thumb rubbed her clit, back and forth
Back and forth
Back
And forth...
 
Tina groaned at the penetration, even though what was penetrating her wasn't what she wanted. Still, she deserved to be denied for speaking out of turn like that. God but that felt so fucking awesome...she reminded herself that she'd offered herself to his desires, even while trying to project her own. This apparently was his desire, and she should enjoy whatever he gave to her...

"Fuuuuuuckkkkk...," she groaned, her hips bucking, her pussy clenching around his fingers. Sir knew just how to make her fun quickly, and god was she so close. She did her best to hold off, trying to think of other things. But then Sir would change the rhythm or the pressure a little bit, jerking her back into her body. Her body began to erratically jerk and twist, and her voice was guttural, mumbling almost incoherently "Fuck! Oh god! Oh! Oh fuck!" as she fought against reaching orgasm
 
Now she was ready, and unbelievably`iwas rock hard for the fourth time that day.

I lowered my hips pnto the bed, while holding my cock. Which I then slowly pushed inside, watching her lips part, to willingly accept this intrusion.

I went in deep, balls deep, before kissing her, and this time I fucked her slowly, gentle back and forth strokes as we sank into the moment.
Breaking from the kiss I said,
Come at will Miss Jones before speeding up slightly, and looking deep into her eyes.
 
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