" She knew it would provide an opening that might lead elsewhere. At this point I was still not sure of her intentions. " You're the shoe-spert," I sa...d. A coy smile spread across herr face and her eyes flashed as I delivered the pun. We shared a moment of laughter before returning to the task at hand. Instead of rising to go to the stock room, as I expected, she simply slid her skirt up slightly, and I could see that she was wearing a garter belt and stockings. Without hesitation, I leaned . She awoke in a cold sweat. She knew why. If she hadn't been shackled to the floor she probably would have bolted out the door of the club and never looked back. But the list of names on the bottom of the shelf stared at her. The same names as the ones in the files. They were daring her to stay. Challenging her to join them. To please him, their Master. It was what she wanted.As the long night passed into morning, she found she had resolved to play the game to the end. She knew it could be. Both of us naked in less than a minute, his cock, an inch from my mouth, seemed extra large & hard today. How long had it been? About a year since we had physical contact - hot emails and phone sex not counting of course. A year. . .a year since I had the pleasure of this man's cock fucking me into submission. I was so fucking horny the moment I read his text - 20 different scenarios played while I drove to meet him.My lips opened and that heavy cock of his slid across my tongue, His hands. "Uh, yes baby. Oh Marco. Oh God! Oh God!"My fingers gripped his shoulders. I was holding him tight. I was loving how sweet it was feeling. Oh fuck Marco was hitting all the right spots. He had my body shaking. Almost on the verge of tears, the way it felt so good.I screamed and he covered my lips and refused to stop. Relentless pleasure. He knew I was loving it. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted it to last forever. Too much, this was way too much, and I was loving it. My role was to obey his.