Preparing for my Presentation

My presentation was coming up, just half an hour to go.  I knew that it was a big one, but then so did Sir.  But he had not contacted me all morning.  He had told me what to wear for it and I had dressed accordingly

I smiled at my reflection in my tight white blouse, black skirt, black matching lingerie, stockings and heels

It was only a skype call and I was well prepared, but for some reason my nerves jangled inside me.  It was not normal for me to feel like this, but this was not a normal presentation.  This was our biggest client

I stood up from my desk, walking slightly uncomfortably in such high heels, through to the kitchen and turned on the kettle.  A cup of tea to settle my nerves

I wondered about getting changed.  He would never know.  And, from the way he was acting today, would he even care?

My musings had wasted 5 minutes! 

As the kettle clicked off my phone buzzed.  A new message.  I walked back over with my mug of warm tea in hand.  I glanced at the screen as it illuminated.  It was his name.  Perhaps he had remembered.   I felt a pang of guilt that I had been cursing him

I opened his message, “Hey Katie, come to your front door”

My mind raced, had he arranged some flowers, a delivery.  I almost skipped down the hallway, seeing a silhouette through the frosted glass in the door

I opened the door to be met, not by flowers or a delivery man, but by him.  My heart fluttered as I stood to one side and gabbled questions at him.  My smile spread as he stepped past me and inside the house

His gorgeous black suit and crisp white shirt were partially hidden by his coat.  His outfit completed with a black scarf and shiny black shoes.  There were a couple of days of growth across his chin and I smelt the delicious scent of his aftershave.  No kiss though as he went past

I thought something was strange.  Irrational thoughts played through my head – I began wondering if he had heard my thoughts about getting changed.  I began to panic slightly as I pushed the door shut

Immediately I felt him close behind me.  He growled in my ear, “Stand there, I want to admire you”

I heard him moving away and then silence.  It felt a long time as he studied me, and my thoughts were racing.  I hoped that I would meet his standards

His voice sounded once again, “Now lead me to your office and your computer”.  As I walked past him, concentrating on each step so as not to fall in these heels, my senses filled with his sensual aroma

My mind began to swim, as I led him down the corridor into the bright kitchen, my laptop open on the kitchen table

I could almost feel his eyes burning into my bottom and legs as he followed me.  The sun began to break through and flooded the kitchen with light via the patio doors

“Stop where you are” he barked at me.  I was about four feet from the edge of the table.  I surreptitiously glanced down at the clock on the side of my computer.  I had 22 minutes until the presentation, and I wondered what he was planning

“Bend over and place your hands palm down on the table”

There was no emotion in his voice.  I had never experienced him like this before.  He was so dominating, so forceful

I felt his hands stoking up the back of my legs.  They were cold and the sensation of them on my stocking clad thighs was flaming my senses.  They were still moving higher.  I sensed his delight as he discovered the tops of my stockings

His hands then swiftly folded my skirt up to expose my bare bottom.  I was aware that a neighbour could see in through the side windows.  I felt a wave of embarrassment which just flamed my arousal.  I was becoming more conscious of the gusset of my knickers becoming sodden with my juices

His cool hands returned to gently stroking my buttocks.  Then he lent towards me, one of his hands on mine, holding me in position.  I heard his belt buckle drop to the ground

“I like how you have dressed Katie.  Your clients will be impressed.  They could call, now couldn’t they?  You only have 20 minutes.  What would they think?”

The words echoed in my head, stirring a jumble of emotions.  What if they were early?  Would they know?  Could they tell?  Would he be here for the whole presentation?

And then the first whoosh and crack filled my ears.  The pain felt beautiful.  My thoughts of the presentation were gone.  I was completely focused on him

He whispered once again in my ear

“One”

One of his hands was still holding the leather belt, his other hand softly, gently caressed where the belt had struck

“Shall we count to 10 together”.  It was an instruction, not a question

Swiftly followed by the whoosh and crack again.  Landing right on the same spot as before.  My bottom was burning.  But I still managed to let the word escape my lips, “Two”

I could feel my hands becoming clammy.  My nipples, hidden under my bra and blouse, were becoming increasingly erect

I felt his cool hands slide over my soaking pussy.  His fingers traced over the top of my underwear.  With two fingers he stroked from front to back, very slowly and methodically

I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter.  A small groan escaped my lips, resulting in his hand being sharply withdrawn

There was a moment of pause.  I wanted to squirm with anticipation

Then the whoosh and crack came again.  Almost immediately followed by another.  I hissed at the burning stinging sensation, but it turned me on so incredibly

“Three and four” he spoke sternly in my ear as I realised, I had forgotten to count the strikes

I felt him sink to his knees behind me.  His lips gently caressing my bottom, kissing across where the belt has struck

Then his hands on my buttocks, easing them apart.  His tongue beginning to lick slowly over the thin material of my knickers.  His thumb starting to rub at my clit

I feel the tension building inside me.  His thumb worked more vigorously.  His tongue continued to stroke slowly up and down

He peeled the damp material of my knickers away from my flesh.  He stood again, still holding my underwear.  As he returned to his feet, one hand hitched the back of my skirt higher.  The other hand pulled on my knickers, dragging them down

I stepped out of them, almost automatically

He picked them up and he turned my face to his.  He kissed my mouth and then pushed the underwear in.  He knows I hate tasting myself, I wanted to growl through the material at him.  He forced the wet part in first and my mouth was filled with the flavour of my juices

“If you are not going to bother to count, you have no need for your mouth.  Do you?”.  He pulled on my hair as he asked the final question.  But I could not answer.  My head was spinning, and I was completely overwhelmed

He stood at my side, leaning into me.   His fingers unbuttoned the front of my blouse.  He freed my breasts from the black bra that had been holding them captive

I could see my reflection in the computer monitor in front of me.  The humiliation turned me on immensely.  And damn him, he knew it, and could see it, and had already felt it

“Spread your hands wider for me now, and your legs wider too.  My filthy little cum slut”.  I quivered at his command but obeyed without hesitation

He stepped back.  I waited for what seemed like eternity.  Then in a softer, gentler tone, “You are so very exposed Katie.  I enjoy you exposed waiting for me”

I turned my head to face him but was immediately rebuked by the crashing leather.  “Five”.  The emotionless tone had returned.  My bottom began to throb again

He was so incredibly accurate with his belt.  Five strikes – almost the exact same place with each   

Crack.  “Six”

This time there was no soft play or waiting first.  Almost as the sixth landed his fingers were inside me.  His thumb toyed with my bottom before inserting itself deep inside

I arched my back, gasping and taking in a thick breath of air laden with the taste of me still.  His other hand groped my breast as I bucked.  Grabbing hard, and then lightly, softly pinching my nipple before both hands were removed

I could feel just how wet I was.  I would cum now if he ordered me too.  But he did not, and as I glanced at his face the sardonic half smile was there

“Now, rest your breasts on the table, arms and legs wide”

Again, I obediently followed his orders.  This time his belt felt far more vicious.  Crack.  Across the lower part of my bottom, just catching my labia.  “Seven”

And then again.  My bottom now burning in two places

“Eight, just two to go”, his voice quiet and calm

I heard him unbuttoning.  I almost span around and told him to stop. Although the retribution would be bad, I had just remembered the presentation

But before I could tell him to stop, he was tight against me.  His cock between my thighs, tracing the outside of my pussy.  My pussy ached and stung, but my need for him washed away any other thoughts

I tried in vain to push myself onto him.  But he was too wise for me and stepped back

Then I heard a strange sound.  I could not place it.  Almost a clicking sound.  I did not know what was coming next, but anticipated it would not be good

I felt a cold sensation at the very top of my bottom.  I gasped as the tip of the cold object slipped inside my rear opening

Gently he eased it in further.  “I bought you a gift and wanted to hand deliver it”.  As he said deliver, he pushed the butt plug fully inside.  I guessed it was metal and although only small it felt fabulous

I knew he was close behind me and then I felt his cock enter me.  Those words I was longing for, “Cum for me, like the good girl I know you can be”

I was gone.  I heard my juices splash on the tiled floor.  Passion crashed over me

Then just as suddenly he was free from me once more.  I turned towards him.  He looked me up and down, his eyes examining me

I felt almost ashamed, then his calming words, “You’ve got a presentation in five minutes Katie, I think you look magnificent, but your client might not!  I am just nipping to the shop, tell me when you are done, and I will take you to lunch…  Oh, and leave the plug in”.  He pulled the knickers from my mouth and kissed me firmly.  Then he was gone

I could see myself in the mirror in the kitchen

I felt used

A little humiliated

Yet wonderfully satisfied

And he was frustratingly right, I was much more relaxed and ready for my presentation

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