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I read the new message through twice.

May I suggest that you would get better responses if you give more details on this site? I’d like to know what colour eyes you have.

Was this how slaves spoke to their mistresses, with smarmy knowing comments as if they were the superiors? I imagined a grown man dressed as a schoolboy reporting to the teacher all the things the other pupils did wrong and implicitly implying that she didn’t know how to control her class.

But if that was my metaphor, then that made me the teacher, and it was true I had no idea what to do with a submissive.

And why did he want to know the colour of my eyes? Was he somewhere at his computer screen wanking away muttering “yeah bitch, show me those eyes, fuck, you’ve got brown eyes, brown eyes make me so hard, I’m going to come, I can’t hold back, urggghhh”, white, sticky spunk shooting all over his keyboard.

I smiled, and it gave me the confidence to reply to the slave.

Don’t ask questions. That’s your first rule. I’ll tell you anything that you need to know. I’ll ask the questions, like why does it take you so long to reply? It’s not acceptable to keep me waiting. I bore easily. How many other women are you talking to right now?

After another long wait he replied.
I’m not talking to any other women. Please excuse me I have dyslexia. I know I write slowly as I try not to make any mistakes.

‘Fuck,’ I said to my empty room. My first attempt at this and I wasn’t the sexy teacher, I was the school bully picking on someone for their impediment.

This poor slavetothee could have been talking to a real dom, but I had approached him and distracted him from his true reason for being on this site in the middle of the night; to meet someone who shared your desires and gave the illusion that you weren’t alone in this world.

I’d started this, I determined to finish it. I told him off for wanking, ordered him to squeeze his balls, and gave him some stupid punishment. Then I switched the laptop off, pushed it to the other side of the bed, and fell into a deep, wine-fuelled, dreamless sleep. 

Chapter Five - Work

I was working overtime, the way you do when you don’t have a lover to tie you to the bed and feed you honey off the tip of his cock. It was the weekend; in my memory the empty office was glowing yellow from the rays of the spring sun shining through the blinds with all the furious heat it possesses after a long dull winter.

As I remember it, it was a successful morning; I’d completed my report, scored a new personal best at minesweeper, and resisted phoning my lover to plead with him to fuck me stupid.

Then I heard a sound behind me. I wasn’t alone. I’d got to know the evening cleaners pretty well since the separation from my lover, but none of them came in on Saturdays. I turned around and saw Joe standing there. He stood to an awkward attention and his eyes roamed to every part of the office apart from me.

‘Stand easy, soldier.’ I winked at him.

His shoulders relaxed a fraction and he managed to look at me with a shy smile.

‘Why are you acting all strange? Hard night partying? Have you been training to be the first man to run up Ben Nevis with your hands wrapped in barbed wire carrying the world’s heaviest person on your back, or whatever other madness it is you get up to when no one’s looking?’

He forced a laugh. I gave him a half smile, and was about to swing my chair back to face my computer screen when words bubbled out of his mouth.

‘What are you doing here? I’ve noticed that you don’t come to the pub so much any more, but you’re working ridiculous hours. There are rumours that you’re seeing Marcus.’

‘People are gossiping that I’m spreading my legs for the boss? Saying I’m the type of slut who sleeps with married men? And you’re listening?’ I giggled at the idea. my best days were when Marcus was away on one of his frequent (but not frequent enough) overseas trips and I could spend happy hours chatting to the girls, take my time over lunch, even pretend I was a smoker and pop out with my friends when they took a break. Once I’d even brought vodka into the office in water bottles and we’d got merrily drunk over our sandwiches and done some of our finest work ever in the afternoon.

Joe continued speaking. ‘I mean, if you want to put in overtime, why are you here? You could work from the comfort of home like everyone else does?’

‘Who wants to work at home?’ I raised my eyebrows at him. ‘Home is for vegging in front of trashy television and ordering takeaways.’

‘You’ve never been that ambitious or diligent at work before, why now?’

I gave him a look of mock hurt, but when I spoke my voice came out raw and honest. ‘Because my lover doesn’t want to see me and I’m fed up with how lonely my flat feels. And I don’t want to go out right now because I’ll get drunk, start crying, and end up inviting all the girls back for an extremely ill-advised lesbian orgy at my place.’ I tried to smile, but my heart was heavy in my chest.

Joe blushed. ‘Look, I can see this isn’t a good time, but I’m not sure when will be a good time. I wish you were still coming out, though, because this would be so much easier with a bit of alcohol, but you’ve trusted me with the truth so I’ll trust you too. I’ve always felt there is a connection between us, I’ve been – been in love with you since the moment I saw you. You’ve probably guessed.’ He lowered his eye.

Oh God, I thought, don’t be sweet.

‘When everyone was saying you were with Marcus I thought I’d missed my chance. I’m sorry I didn’t realise that you had a boyfriend already; you’ve never mentioned anyone so I thought you were single. But I thought I should say something anyway. I don’t know if you feel anything for me, but a girl as beautiful as you doesn’t deserve to be worrying about going back to an empty flat.’

‘And if I was ugly I would deserve to be a lonely old spinster collecting stray cats for company?’

He gazed at me for a moment, unsure whether I was teasing or serious. I stared back at him, unsure myself how serious I was being.

‘Every woman is beautiful in her own way,’ he said.

‘Did you read that in some male version of
Cosmo
?’

Finally he smiled, and looked a bit more like the man I was used to. ‘And there’s nothing wrong with having cats. I love all animals but cats are my very favourite.’

‘You have cats?’ I could almost hear the loud yowling of my lover’s Siamese, the demanding scratching at the door, the tenderness with which my lover stroked it, filling me with irrational jealousy. (Is there any other sort? Yes.)

‘I have two. A ginger and a tabby, both of them strays, for your information.’ His face brightened.

‘That is good information. Shows me that you’re kind and have room in your heart for the lonely and rejected.’

We smiled at each other.

The strange, unpredictable things that make you interested in another person.

I beckoned him to come to me. ‘Fuck me.’

He didn’t move. ‘What, just like that?’

‘You can ask me out to dinner; I might say no, I might say yes. I’ve got no idea what I’m going to do at the moment. We might go out on this imaginary date and get on amazingly and decide to run straight off to Gretna Green and get married in a nude ceremony. Or we might be awkward and bored, you try to kiss me at the end and I’ll move away and we’re both left embarrassed. Or we can have sex right now, right here, no strings attached, just hot, sticky one-off fun.’

‘You want to have sex with me here? You don’t want to come back to my place, get to know each other a bit better?’

I stood up, and stepped over to Joe. My master wanted me to have experiences, I’d have experiences. I began unbuttoning his shirt. ‘I’m in love with one man. I won’t get involved in another relationship. I will fuck with anyone I want. See it as random chance that we’re two adults together alone in this empty office wanting a bit of distraction from the inherent pain of life.’

I finished with his buttons. I didn’t pull his clothes off but let his shirt hang partially open, revealing the hard muscles of his tanned chest.

He was speaking. ‘I need to tell you, I’m not here by random chance. I overheard you telling Liz you planned to come into work today. I’m supposed to be doing a half marathon in the New Forest. I don’t want you to think I’m just another cocky chancer.’ But I barely heard him; his torso was like a piece of art, an example of sculptured perfection.

I gently, so gently I was barely touching his skin, traced my nails down the centre of his body. For a moment my mind intervened. How did I have sex with someone who wasn’t my lover? Why did my body desire someone who wasn’t my lover? I let my womanhood take control. The only certainty I knew from my experience was that if you wanted good sex, there could be no doubts. Afterwards you might wonder what the hell you’d done and what depraved part of you had yearned for it, but in the moment you had to be fully in the place and with the person.

I pulled his belt off in one swift motion and stroked the edge of the leather over his bare skin. Then I let it fall to the floor and slowly undid his fly, pulling the front of his boxers down to reveal a large, hard cock.

What’s the jokey expression men have for their cocks? The one-eyed trouser snake? That’s what it was like, a huge, thick-bodied snake springing out of his trousers towards me. It was like a separate entity; part of, but not entirely connected to the person called Joe whom I’d worked with for several years without ever noticing him above and beyond any of the other men I worked with.

I flicked my tongue over the tip. His scent and taste were overwhelming.

I smiled up at Joe. ‘What did you do, pour a whole bottle of aftershave over your knob?’

‘I might have done.’ He gave a meek smile. ‘Is it that bad?’

‘All this shyness coming here, yet you make sure your cock smells like you’ve spent your life in a pine forest.’ I opened my lips wider and took as much of his length as I could.

I waited for him to put his hands on the back of my head and fuck my mouth.

His hands were in tight fists by his side. He moaned, even though I wasn’t doing anything.

I waited longer, then I gave up and tilted my head to force more of his giant cock into my mouth. He was in my throat; I gagged. The chemicals of his perfume rested on my tongue, and filled my nose. It made me light-headed. I tried to angle myself to take even more of him, making myself gag more. He pulled away from him.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said. ‘Sorry, sometimes I think I’m a bit over-endowed.’

‘Fuck off with that! No man thinks he’s
a bit over-endowed
.’

We laughed.

‘I just need to get used to you.’ I pushed my mouth back over his cock.

Still he didn’t grab my hair and thrust his length into me.

How did my girlfriends who fed their sexual desires with a succession of one-night stands and short affairs cope with the constant transition between individuals and their different preferences? What was the secret, the trick to it?

I moved my head back and forth over his cock. He filled me up; it was like gorging on a never-ending supply of some delicious food. My hands reached around and squeezed his balls as I lightly grazed my teeth over his length.

He yelped. ‘I’m sorry. I’m not used to that.’

That makes two of us, I thought. But I was determined not to be put off.

I fluttered my eyelashes at him and found my most sultry, seductive voice. ‘How about you tell me what you are used to, then?’

Joe dropped onto his knees beside me and put his hands on my waist. My heart beat fast, anticipating him pushing me backwards and pinning me down. He kept his hands on my waist and kissed my throat and neck. His touch was gentle, weightless, I had to concentrate to feel the pressure where he pressed against me. There was a slight moistness to his kisses, which was neither pleasant nor unpleasant.

The stone that I sometimes imagine is in my stomach felt like it was growing bigger and rounder, making my whole body heavy and every movement incredibly tiring.

I placed my hands on Joe’s beautiful chest, meaning to push him away, but then, as I glanced over his shoulder, the sun beaming in through the windows shone directly into my eyes. For the tiniest moment, before my vision fragmented into dancing spots, I saw my lover standing there. He shook his head and I felt his disappointment.

I could hear the scorn in his voice. ‘You’re not my perfectly wicked girl after all, are you? You can’t even satisfy one lovelorn puppy. Work harder. You know how to please me.’

Please me
.

I gripped Joe’s shirt and pulled him into me, covering his face with quick, teasing kisses, nibbling his neck, exploring his ears with my tongue. I closed my eyes and in my internal darkness felt my lover’s presence.

‘I have a condom.’ Joe’s voice was all eager panting.

One lovelorn puppy
.

I took the condom off him, and performed the trick I hadn’t done for a long time, of putting it over his erection with my mouth.

‘I’ve never been with a woman like you before.’

I stood up and pulled my knickers down my legs. I sat on my office chair, beckoning him to come to me in the gesture that mirrored the one I’d made only a little earlier, although it already seemed a lifetime ago.

This time he came to me and I circled my fingers around his cock, slapping it against my clit.

‘A pretty boy like you should have a whole harem of women like me waiting for you when you get home.’ I held his cock between my petals and we both stared down at the meeting of our bodies.

When my lover and I played this game I always broke first, bucking my hips up into him, straining against my binds, pleading with him, begging him, promising him my world if he’d only fuck me.

But I knew that Joe would not push into me. If I told him I’d changed my mind, he wouldn’t be a jerk about it; he’d blush and within a minute would be acceptably dressed again. However it looked, this situation was safe and I was in control. The only danger, the only edge, was that we were at work and in theory any number of people could walk in if struck by the sudden urge to spend their weekend in overtime.

I could stop this right now and that would be that.

I closed my eyes and saw my lover smiling at me.

I guided Joe’s cock inside me.

He was slow with me, allowing me to adjust to his massive girth. My body responded to his rhythm and I ground against him. I wanted to swallow him, to engulf this huge Adonis of a man, to take his whole length in one swift movement. I yearned for the pain, the feeling of being forced open, to be made vulnerable and complete in the same moment.

The chair creaked and moved under us. It gave a sense of being on some rusty old fairground ride, like the ones in the seaside resorts my father used to take me as a kid; 90 per cent of the excitement coming from the very real fear that the whole contraption would break and send you hurtling to a quick and bloody death.

Joe put his hands under my bottom and lifted me neatly onto my desk. I deliberately swung my arms out and sent files and stationary cluttering to the floor. I would have knocked the computer screen off, but Joe saved it with a nervous smile.

I twisted away from him and danced across the office. ‘Let’s fuck everywhere.’

Joe dutifully followed me as I positioned myself on desk after desk, chair after chair, making as much chaos as he allowed me. I sat with my thighs wide, I bent over with my bottom raised, I rested on my side with one leg in the air. I lay on the floor with the dull blue carpet scratching my skin. We went up and down in the lifts. He penetrated me as if his cock would break me in two without proper care. When he got deep and stretched me I made the mistake of yelling out and he immediately pulled back. As I led him from one place to the next, I gazed at his amazing muscles, at the size of his erection glistening with my juices; all the potential that I couldn’t quite grasp or unlock.

I dragged him to the cold, hard porcelain of the toilets.

He paused. ‘I’m not into the whole watersports thing. I mean, I’m sorry, but I don’t want to wee on your breasts or anything.’

‘In your dreams.’ I gave him a cryptic smile and filled one of the sinks with hot water.