Shana is visiting my office in a professional context. I’m her talent agent and she is not getting much work.
While discussing with Shana how desperate she is, there’s a call on my mobile… I apologize and take the call.
Shana only hears a muffled “yes, yes Mistress” as I try to prevent her overhearing me. I stand up and face sideways – the voice tells me to obey immediately.
Mistress doesn’t allow me to wear underwear – this gives her immediate access.
I receive orders to unzip my trousers and pull my cock out through the zipper.
Reluctant, and stuttering some words of protest, I turn around, so Shana can’t see, and unzip and take it out. “Is it done?”
I then explain to Mistress that I have a visitor and so am a little occupied right now. Trying to return to normality, I cover my cock using my hand and untucked shirt and then turn around and sit back down while holding the phone.
So far, I don’t think Shana knows anything. I need to get Mistress to call back later. Shana is young and cute – so this could get embarrassing very quickly.
Mistress orders me to give Shana the phone, “Let me speak to the girl, give her the phone!”
I am getting very nervous… WTF is she going to say? I’d like to keep this kinky stuff a secret, but I’ve signed a contract with Mistress. I didn’t think I was coming in to work today. She’s got me by the balls.
Shana gets the phone and listens for a few seconds… I see a wry smile grow on her face… shit.
Mistress is explaining to Shana that she owns me today. At some point, Shana turns her head to avoid eye contact and I hear her say “No, that’s OK, that’s hot”.
I discover later that Mistress makes a proposal: she asks Shana to hold the phone and confirm that her slave is doing everything she asks – for an undisclosed reward that I’m still not sure about.
Shana probably wouldn’t do this for nothing… but whatever it was, she was SOLD.
I guess this will be a fun and profitable game for her – at my expense. Shana, while holding the phone, starts repeating Mistress’s orders. “Hold your hands by your side and stand up… don’t cover anything”
Shit, this is the moment.
Obviously I have to stand up and let Shana see my cock hanging out. Mistress is humiliating me.
Shana is smiling, slightly giggling and is having an all round good time with this. I am part humiliated, part turned on. Sustaining me, is the thought that Shana might be instructed to touch my cock – or better – stroke it. For the love of a hand-job, from a girl who is out of my league, I stand up and bear the piercing humiliation. I’m a little hard, but not much.
Exposed, I look at Shana and say “Sorry, are you…” but Mistress cuts me off – she’s on speaker now.
I don’t have permission to speak but I suppose that’s all I needed to say. Mistress orders me to touch my cock and start masturbating. She checks with Shana “is he masturbating”?
Shana looks at my cock and then looks at me, with a smile I’m not sure I can interpret, “Yes, he’s masturbating”
I think Shana is slightly turned on and otherwise just happy to be doing something interesting.
Once my cock is confirmed as “hard” the instructions come streaming in…
I’m told to pull my pants completely off and Shana is ordered to spank me on the arse as hard as she can – “no mercy” – while I continue to masturbate.
I’m to edge myself into climax, to be timed with the 10th spank.
As the spanks keep coming, I’m tugging with purpose, trying hard to get “close” so I can then wind down and time it right.
The spanking is called at uneven intervals and controlled by Mistress, “Spank 6!” she screams.
After the 7th spank, Shana takes her top off (as instructed) – that raises my blood flow by a few percent.
After the 8th, her skirt is off, and 9, her underwear drops to the floor.
I’m slightly worried where the cum is going to land, but there’s not enough concern to go around with Shana’s exquisitely perky small-medium tits to watch and her immaculately shaved and silky smooth pussy to get a better view of.
Shana lifts her leg up and starts masturbating, as ordered, while we wait for spank number 10.
A surge of lust strikes me and I can’t hold it in – cum gushes out and Shana relays current events to Mistress “He’s cumming!”
Mistress seemed to have mercy… she called for “Spank 10!” and then 11… for finishing early, I guess.
After some pause, Shana gives me a lovely hug, which seems weird, but then what is the right reaction here?
We both start making moves to dress and Mistress leaves it to us to “clean up”… and then “come home and pleasure your Mistress”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/lehjba/a_client_my_mistress_and_a_very_naughty_boy