***So I took a short break from my ‘Victoria’s Secret’ series because I was given a great chance to write stories for a new website. This is going to be my ‘sample’ for them, and hopefully I’ll continue it alongside Victoria’s Secret if it gets enough love. I’ve never written as a female before, so hope you all like it!***
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Emma had been a personal assistant for a few years now, and since leaving college she had worked for Mr Hughes in a small city office. He was never strict with her, because he was too busy enjoying her outfits. She had worked it all out, what he liked to see, and how to get the most out of him. She wore patent black stilettos every day, usually paired with black tights, a tight skirt, and a slightly see through blouse. She could drive him wild by fixing her hair or makeup, and even if she spent an hour of company time doing it, rather than complain, he would compliment her look. If she was in need of a day off, she would simply enter his office with an extra button open on her blouse and ‘accidentally’ flash him a glimpse of cleavage, and she loved knowing the effect this had on him. Mr Hughes had always seemed to be a bit of a push-over, and when it came to his wife he was the same. Her name was Stephanie, and whenever she was in the office she would call him ‘Richie’ which he hated, and she knew it. He liked to be called Mr Hughes, or if you were REALLY good friends, Richard.
She arrived one Friday afternoon for a quick catch up with him, and Emma was always stunned by her outfits. Everything she wore was designer, her shoes alone were a £650 pair of nude Louboutin platform heels which cost as much as a months rent for Emma. They got on very well, always having a nice chat before she would head in to the office, and today was no different. Emma sighed “Those heels again, a girl can dream” as Stephanie approached, who returned a compliment on her makeup, before heading in to see her husband. Emma was in a bit of a daydream when Stephanie left the office, and the door closing behind her caused her to jump. They both laughed as Stephanie began to walk away, before pausing, turning, and walking back towards her. Assuming she had forgotten something, Emma didn’t look up until she stopped right in front of her desk. “Erm, is everything ok Steph?” she asked, slightly puzzled, but Stephanie stared directly at her and spoke slowly. “I need you to be very honest with me Emma, please don’t lie to me.” Emma remained silent, and Stephanie continued in a hushed voice “The way you dress here, your hair and makeup, it’s all to manipulate my husband isn’t it? It’s all subtle, but it’s to get what you want from him, isn’t it?”.
Emma felt the blood drain from her face as it dawned on her that she had been found out. “Yes” she muttered, before assuring her that she would never act on it “I promise Steph, it was harmless, I just, well, I would never….”. She fell silent as a smile appeared on Stephanie’s face as she replied “Good, I knew it”. A look of confusion was apparent on Emma’s face, she didn’t seem mad at all as she continued “Now I have a deal for you Emma, a one time offer. I won’t say a word to Richie, and you can go on playing your game. Or. You stand up right now and follow me out of this office & I’ll show you how I pay for these outfits, and how you can too.” Emma’s mind raced & she turned to look towards her boss “Does he know?” she whispered. Stephanie replied with a wink “Does it matter? If he doesn’t, you can just flash a bit of cleavage on Monday and he’ll forgive you”. Emma laughed, took a deep breath, and stood. She collected her handbag, and followed Stephanie out of the office and in to a waiting taxi.
As soon as they arrived at her home, Stephanie was pouring wine for them both. She showed Emma through the house towards the master bedroom, and in to her spacious closet. It was every girls dream, lined with expensive shoes, clothes and bags. They both sat on the small sofa at the end of the room & Stephanie placed her hand on Emma’s knee as she spoke “You’re wasted there, Emma. A young woman like you shouldn’t be slaving away in that office. The confidence you have to wear these outfits, and to manipulate my husband, that’s what we need to get out of you. I can show you how I pay for all of this, and how you can too. But you have to start at the very bottom, and I will need your FULL trust if I’m to train you”. Emma was silent, unsure quite what to say at the sudden seriousness of the conversation. “You do trust me, don’t you Emma?” she asked again, and this time she was answered with a nod of her head, which wasn’t good enough for Stephanie. “Come on, where’s that confident woman who just quit her job on a whim!? Do you want this??” she pressed, and Emma spoke loudly “Yes! I do! Of course I trust you!” a smile grew on her face as she giggled, but it quickly vanished again when Stephanie replied “Good! Now take off your clothes…”
Emma stared back awkwardly “Oh, erm, I’m not gay, Steph, if that’s what you mean…”, but she just laughed it off “No, silly, I’m going to get changed, and you’re going to wear something VERY expensive too. It’s time to start our fun!”. Emma breathed a sigh of relief & they both laughed as they slipped out of their clothes, leaving Emma in just her bra and a thong, while Stephanie even took her bra off, just wearing her panties. “Time for you to show me that trust, Emma” Stephanie said while offering Emma a blindfold “Take a seat, and I’ll be back with your outfit & mine shortly!”. Instead of taking the blindfold, Emma turned around & let Stephanie tie it in place so she knew she wasn’t peeking, before taking a seat again and waiting. The anticipation of exactly what she had in store for her was getting Emma excited, and after what felt like forever, Stephanie walked back in the room & approached her. “Sorry to keep you, but looking this good takes time” she joked, placing outfits on the rail beside her. Stephanie reached down and lifted both of Emma’s hands up and asked her to feel. She wasn’t sure what she was touching, but it was silky smooth under her fingers. Her hands gliding across the warm surface & she began to explore further, before Stephanie pulled her hands away again. “What IS that?” she muttered, but Stephanie ignored her question. Instead she knelt down, and told Emma to lift her left leg up.
Resting her leg on Stephanie’s shoulder, Emma jumped when she felt a cold spray across her calf. This was followed by a quick rub across her lower leg, and then Stephanie began to pull something over her foot & up her leg. It felt tight, yet perfectly smooth, and just as Stephanie’s hand approached her barely covered pussy, it stopped. The process repeated with her other leg, and then both arms, before she was asked to stand. Emma was so focused on the feeling of the material against her skin, she didn’t notice Stephanie unhooking her bra, and it was only the cold spray across her chest that caused her to focus again. Her nipples hardened from the cold spray, and as Stephanie spread it around, she paused on her nipple piercings for just half a second longer than everywhere else. “Good girl, I love a good piercing!” she tweaked one again before sliding more of the material over Emma’s head. This took the most fiddling to get it in to place, but the feeling was so worth it. It was euphoric, and Emma was in absolute heaven, it was clear to her she was wearing some sort of dress as her hands rushed across, exploring her own body as if it was someone elses.
Stephanie pulled her hands away and placed them by her side “No touching yet, Emma, but if you like the feel now you’re going to LOVE the final item…”. Stephanie reached beneath Emma’s dress, and hooked a finger under her thong. As she opened her mouth to protest, she felt a finger press to her lips. “Shhhhh Emma, it’s all about trust remember” Stephanie whispered in her ear, as she let her thong drop to the floor. The cool air on her exposed pussy made Emma realise just how wet she had gotten, but she just focused on her breathing as Stephanie began to raise something back up her legs. “Don’t think I need to use my spray here Emma, this spot looks moist enough” she teased, but she was right, the feeling of the material slipping in to place over her pussy, and between her ass cheeks, was pure heaven. Stephanie slipped a pair of heels on to Emmas feet, before leading her to a large mirror. “I’m going to remove your blindfold now. Keep your hands off until I say you can touch”.
The blindfold fell away and Emma was open mouthed at her reflection. Her arms and legs encased in shiny black latex, a pink latex dress clung to her body, with her nipple piercings poking though the material a little too. It was lifted just enough for the black latex thong to peek out, and then she noticed the matching pink heels on her feet. They had a strap around the ankle with a little padlock in each of them, but Emma just assumed it was for show and asked no questions. The feeling of hands around her waist felt incredible as they glided across the material, and only then did she realise it was Stephanie. She was wearing a latex dress, but much longer than Emma’s. It had a hobble skirt finish, and a corset style waist. Her stockings didn’t look like latex, but they were seamed and dead level, the cuban heel hidden behind her gleaming black stilettos. “Wow, Steph, this is amazing, you are amazing, I never want to take it off!” Emma beamed, but as her hand wandered towards her body, Steph slapped it away. “Hands beside you, or I will cuff them behind you”. Her stern tone startled Emma, but she did as she was told.
“You see, Emma dear, I used to be a dominatrix. Dominating men, women, couples, whoever paid me, and that’s how I made my money. It pays VERY well, and you get to wear such gorgeous outfits” She spoke with confidence, as Emma fell silent. “I will teach you everything I know, if you’re willing to submit to me until your training is complete”. Emma looked at Steph, and then back to her reflection in the mirror “I need this, Steph, this feeling, I’ve never felt anything like it”. Her hand ran across her chest, before it even made it half way, Stephanie took one step towards her, pulled her hand away, and landed a slap across her ass. The latex made a loud slapping noise, and Emma was shocked. “I told you, Emma, I would cuff you. Hands behind your back.” Emma complied without even thinking about it, and 2 cuffs were secured to her wrists and then locked together. Stephanie stepped back and admired the view, a smile across her face as she spoke “I remember my first time in latex, you can’t beat it Emma. I can promise you it won’t be easy, and together we will push you further than you ever thought possible, but this training will make you so strong. All you have to do is submit to me, one weekend as a taster, and if you commit after that, I own you until your training is complete.”
Emma looked desperately in to Stephanie’s eyes “I will, Steph, I want this. Please teach me” she pleaded, fighting the cuffs behind her back. She had worked herself up to a desperate mess, and only now did she realise how close to orgasm she was. It felt like she was right on the edge, and a single touch could send her over. “Show me you mean it, Emma, kneel for me” Stephanie pointed to the ground as Emma dropped to her knees, and then Stephanie wiggled her foot in her face. “I’ll release those cuffs when I’ve had my fun, for now you can kiss my feet”. The latex panties pulled a little tighter as she fell to her knees, and sent Emma in to overdrive. She kissed at the platform, and then on to the stocking covering Stephanie’s toes as she was slowly led higher and higher up her leg. Emma paused as she reached Stephanie’s knee, and as Stephanie unzipped the side of her skirt, looking up at her “I, well, I can’t go higher, Steph, I told you I’m not gay”. Stephanie moved to the sofa, leaving Emma knelt at her feet “Emma, eating pussy doesn’t make you gay. Loving another woman does. Forget gender, you’re just serving me, I’m not asking you to marry me. I bet you kiss your friends when you’re drunk…”.
Emma nodded, it actually made sense to her, but Stephanie sweetened the deal even more for her as she pulled a wand vibrator from the dresser drawer “Do this for me Emma, and you’ll get the best orgasm of your life” she relaxed back in to the sofa, opening her legs wider. The unzipped skirt fell to one side, revealing her pussy covered by just a tiny bit of skirt. It was shaved smooth, and glistened in the light, and she beckoned Emma closer with her finger. She shuffled across the floor towards her, arms still cuffed behind her, and just as she reached her feet, Stephanie reached down and slapped her across her ass again. Before settling back down, she scooped the thong Emma had arrived in up off of the floor. “My my my, Emma, look how WET you were” she pulled the thong apart and strings of juice hung between it. Reaching back towards her ass, Stephanie pressed a finger against her latex covered pussy. She hooked them to one side, and stuffed the thong inside her soaked pussy, before sliding the latex back in to place. This alone almost sent her over the edge, she moaned with pleasure as she felt full.
2 fingers of Stephanie’s gloves were glistening Emma’s pussy juice, and she maintained eye contact while licking them clean. “There Emma. I’ve tasted your juices, I think it’s time for you to taste mine”. Again she opened her legs, and Emma obediently moved between her legs. Just inches away from her first taste of pussy, she closed her eyes, and Stephanie placed a finger on her forehead. “Eyes open, Emma. Now beg me for it”. She stared hungrily at Emma, who started to reply “Please, Steph, let me….” A slap across her face, not too hard, but enough to stop her talking. “More effort, slave Emma. BEG me for it. And I’m not Steph to you. I’m Mistress Stephanie. You call me MISS”. Stephanie was loving every second of this, and Emma tried again, with more effort this time. “Please may I taste your pussy, Mistress Stephanie? Please let me!” she pleaded, and Stephanie leaned back again. Maintaining eye contact, Emma edged forward until her tongue made contact, and then she set to work. She had no idea how to eat pussy, and just did what she thought she would enjoy herself. Stephanie closed her legs around Emma’s head, and moaned in pleasure. “Yessss” moaned Stephanie as she held Emma tight, her tongue becoming frantic as she began to run out of air. A small amount of warm liquid leaked from her pussy as she bucked against Emma’s face, and finally her legs released her.
Emma caught her breath as Stephanie came down from her orgasm, telling her she had done a good job made Emma feel warm inside, and she wasn’t quite sure why. As Emma was already knelt on the floor, Stephanie placed the wand between her legs and flicked the switch. The vibrations instantly took her breath away, and her mind was overcome with pleasure. It was almost too much, and as she felt the orgasm build to a peak, the vibrations suddenly stopped. Emma moaned a deep moan as her orgasm began to fade, and she begged hard for it to return “Please, Miss, Mistress, turn it back on, please” she tried to rub herself against the wand, but she needed those vibrations back. Stephanie moved her face to right in front of Emma, and with her own pussy juices still coating her mouth, pulled her in for a deep passionate kiss. In the height of her lust, she put all of her effort into the kiss, and as their tongues fought each other, Stephanie again hooked her latex panties to one side, and tugged the now soaking thong from Emma’s pussy. She broke off the kiss, and forced the panties into Emma’s open mouth, and quickly flicked the wand back on.
“Taste it Emma, that’s the taste of your own juices, mixed with mine, and that is what you will taste as you cum” Stephanie pressed the wand hard in to her pussy, and finally her orgasm peaked. Emma had never been a squirter, but this orgasm produced a lot of liquid. The latex stopped it from squirting, and it just dribbled down her legs. She laid on the floor, totally overwhelmed by the experience, and as Stephanie removed the thong from her mouth, Emma managed a “Thank you Mistress”. Stephanie smiled back at her as she stood, stepping over Emma, and began to walk towards the door. “Don’t lay around all afternoon girl, I want this room tidy before my husband gets home, and then we can get you ready for the evening!”. With that she left the room, and Emma just laid on the floor for another minute or so trying to process what had happened.
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