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Young and innocent Katie is home for the summer break when she finds out about her father’s marriage to the Hot Tempestuous Caroline. But what her father doesn’t know is that his bride to be is also Katie’s lover, her Mistress! Katie tries her best to avoid Caroline, but Caroline has other plans. Can Katie resist Caroline’s advances? Will Katie’s lust force her to submit?

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Mistress Bride

I had thought we settled everything on Caroline’s last, whirlwind visit, but I was wrong. Since she left, our correspondence has been less and less. I realize that she’s my dad’s wife not to mention a billionaire heiress with all kinds of parties, projects and ventures to manage. I also know that she travels all over the world, luckily she has a private jet, or otherwise running such an empire would be inconceivable. Not to mention, she now had Dad by her side, but he’s only running the charitable activities out of her vast list of obligations.

But still, what about me? In a way I felt guilty for even feeling this way. I wish she would just tell me how I fit into all of this or let me go so I could go on with the rest of my life. How could I enjoy all there is to college life, especially since she had made sure that I was without want, when she was always there in the background of my thoughts, my dreams?

Funny, the first time I had come home I was expecting to see Dad at the airport and to spend time with him which didn’t happen. Now this time, I had expected to be greeted by Caroline and to spend time with her, but that was not to be….

“Aw…. hi dear! It’s so great to have you here. I know the last time you were home we barely had time for each other, but I hope to make up for it now.” Dad said.

“You mean that you barely had the time.” I grudgingly thought to myself.

“But, at least you and Caroline got to know each other much better.” he continued.

“What do you mean?” I asked, a little surprised “Did he suspect anything” I thought to myself.

“Well, Caroline had mentioned that she had specifically taken time away from her busy schedule in order to get to know you more, especially since we had known how busy it was going to be last time, during the holiday season. We had discussed it together beforehand, knowing that this whole transition, moving in together, my new duties etc. would be a bit overwhelming for you.” he explained.

“I didn’t know.” I said quietly, a little surprised at the fact. “She didn’t say.”

“Well Caroline is a woman of few words, her actions usually speak for themselves.” he said.

“They sure do.” I thought.

“Oh sweetheart, I have a wonderful surprise for you!” he exclaimed.

“What?” I asked.

“Well, I was hoping that we would be able to bring you the good news together, but since Caroline’s in Europe and I can’t wait any longer, I….”

“What Dad?” I interrupted.

“We’re getting married!” he shouted.

“What!” I said in shock.

“Yes sweetheart and I’m on cloud nine!” he answered.

Over the next few days, Dad and I spent a lot of time together. In fact we hadn’t spent this much time together since I had left for college over a year ago. But somehow it wasn’t the same. I wish we had spent this much time together when I had come back at Christmas. How things could’ve been different. Maybe I wouldn’t have had that run in with Caroline while trying on her lingerie in their bedroom on that lonely winter’s night when my life changed seemingly forever. I missed that bond that we had once, but everything felt emptier now.

“You miss Caroline, don’t you?” he asked.

“Whaaa, what do you mean? I replied nervously.


Office Submission

"Drop to your knees and crawl to me.”.

"Yes ma’am," I obeyed dutifully, falling to my knees gracefully and slowly, crawling submissively on my hands and knees to her, my new mistress.

While I was crawling towards her I caught a look of her running her fingers up and down her neck. I was mesmerized.

One last time she said,

"Are you sure you are ready for this?"

I didn't know if she meant the job or a what, but the answer was the same to both. Not remotely hiding my hunger to submit to her, to the Firm unconditionally, I moaned, my insatiable hunger to obey, to please her,

"Oh God, yesss."

"Ready for your first figure?" she asked, unfastening her skirt.

"Ready and willing Ma’am," I replied, eager to see her pussy, praying it was as impressive as I was already imagining. I watched intently and sensing my eagerness, she teased me and took her time. 

My mouth literally watered in eager anticipation of what I was about to do.

"By the look in your eyes and your opened mouth, I assume you approve of the type of assets you will be handling regularly?" she smugly smiled, her cunt ready for my thirsty lips.

"It is very impressive Ma’am, indeed,"

I replied, resisting the temptation to take and feel it's warm goodness in my mouth.

"I think I have the perfect thing for it," I added.

"What would that be?" she questioned.

"My mouth Ma’am," I replied, eagerly.

"What about your fingers?" she questioned.

"That is also available too, on demand,” I smiled demurely, making it clear I was completely at her sexual disposal.

"And your cunt?" she added. "Is your sweet cunt at my disposal too?"

I had never been fucked before, and although I never experienced the feeling of another person, or more particular, a woman, the feeling of utter submission, giving my body freely and entirely to this woman was exhilarating. Again, I responded as any obedient Sub I had seen on the BDSM DVD’s would,

"Yes, ma’am, my tight pussy is at your disposal too."

A soft, evil chuckle left her lips.

"Let's start with those cunt-sucking lips of yours."

Once at her feet, she looked down at me and asked,

"Do you, in fact, want this job by all means? Perhaps, even a special assignment?”.

When I looked up, I saw Tabitha sharply aiming her eyes into my face. My lip was quivering with fear as I was forced to eye my possibly new menacing boss. I gave a precious little nod.

"Nadine. Nadine Davies...How do you like my toes?" Tabitha had taken on a foreign strange look of niceness. She flailed her toes while pointedly looking down at me.

My look was that of horror and confusion. What did this have to do with anything? Looking down at Tabitha's toes, I commented.

"They are beautiful. Your toes are very beautiful."

"You know, Nadine...I don't like lying little women, especially on my staff. Do you or don't you like my toes?" Tabitha barked with a snarl on her face.

I started shaking unsure as to what I should do. My mistress’s toes did, in fact, look very young and vibrant and I didn't want to seem like a liar.

I bent over forwards feeling the plush carpeting under my hands. In this position, my breasts dangled heavily against my cheap cotton blouse. I reached up and brushed my hand through my hair again to get it out of my face. She began moving forwards on hands and knees.

After several moves forward, I was right in front of Tabitha, with the her dangling foot just inches away from my face.

"I really do like your toes, Ms. Stevens." I remained on hands and knees, peering up at Tabitha like a worried child.

I felt Tabitha’s eyes as she watched me proceed forward on my hands and knees from the couch and while keeping her face in a stern gaze. With the me right down below her, she transformed her snarl into a look of blankness. Tabitha slowly started rotating the chair again after she moved forward several inches first.

Swaying from right to left slowly in her leather chair, Tabitha's right toe grazed underneath my nose. I didn't flinch, however. Tabitha continued the arc before stopping and beginning the return trip the other way. Again, her toe lightly brushed under my nose once more. All the while, I continued looking up at Tabitha with drying tears on my face.

Upon the third time of Tabitha brushing her toe under my nose, she stopped right there leaving her toe on my upper lip. Still looking at me, Tabitha slid her toe down slowly until the tip of it pressed at the crease between my lips. Giving the pressure behind it a bit of force, Tabitha began forcing my mouth open with her toe. My eyes closed.
Her toe had forced its way into my mouth and I was in shock and didn't know what to do. My new boss was in the middle of talking to me. That being the case, I remained on my hands and knees allowing the digit entrance into my warm mouth, hoping that it would soon be over. With my eyes closed, it was easier for me to wait out this violation of my dignity.

Bit by bit, inch by inch, the salty toe entered into my mouth until my mouth had enveloped the toe all the way, I heard a distant command from worlds apart,

"Nadine, show me how much you love my toes..."

Immediately, my tongue began to swathe over the toe. It was such the perfect size for my little mouth.

Soon enough, I reached up my right hand and took hold of the heel of the foot. With the foot locked in place, I began licking down the length of the entire foot. At times, a foreign image would appear in my eyes and I would see a woman delving her hand into her white silk blouse and seemingly be rubbing her chest.

Whenever I reached the arch in the foot that I had possession of, I would bite into it sensitively, causing a moaning sound to infect my hearing. I had to disregard it, though, because my focus was on my task at hand.

Soon, a hand was on the back of my neck and my head followed. It had apparently been lead to a warm polyester enclosure and soon my vision and head was enshrouded in darkness.


Student's Submission

I didn’t even hear her end the class, I was too busy watching her. Everyone began collecting their books and pens and things and leaving the lecture hall, and I kept watching her from the back. Just watching. By the time everyone had left, I was reorganized and ready to leave. No classes after this one, just back to the dorm to study or masturbate or whatever. I stood up, and the sound of her voice stopped me.

“Hey, Gail,” she called.

I turned around. “Yes, Professor?” I called her Professor when I wanted to tease her. Everyone knew we were on a first-name basis.

She didn’t respond to my ribbing. “You got a second?”

I was surprised. I had been so busy staring at her and analyzing her body during class that I hadn’t noticed something was bothering her. Now it was clear, something was definitely not right. “Of course I’ve got a minute. What’s wrong?” I made my way to her desk and sat down on the edge of it, looking at her attentively.

She flopped down into her chair. “I’ve just got a lot of shit on my mind, I guess. I need to talk to someone.” She broke off, obviously looking for the right words. After a moment, I continued, “Someone who isn’t a part of the whirlwind. You know what I mean? I mean, I could talk to my mom or my brother, but they’re all biased…” She trailed off again.

“No, Barbara, I know what you mean. You need an impartial party.” “Right.”

“Well, what can I do for you, ma’am?”

“Would you stop with the ‘professor’ and the ‘ma’am’ already? You’re making this difficult.”

I blinked. “Are you angry at me or are you looking for somebody to lash out at?”

She looked up at me and said nothing for a moment. Then she let out an abrupt giggle. “You’re awfully smart for your age, you know that?”

I grinned. “I do.”

She leaned back in her chair and put her hands behind her head, as she always did when she was thinking. Her slate blue eyes traveled blankly over the classroom. “I’ve had it with Mitch,” she whispered.

Her husband. I knew they’d been having problems lately, more than usual, but she hadn’t said anything quite like this before. “Barbara,” I began carefully, “we talked about this last week, remember? And you said you didn’t care what it took, you were going to stick with him and make it work for the sake of the kids. Remember?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I remember that.” She was still looking out toward the classroom or some point beyond. She seemed very introverted, very downtrodden. She was afraid.

“What’s different now, Barbara? Why do you want to leave him?” I couldn’t believe I was saying this. I was trying to save her marriage? What the hell was I thinking? I needed to be jumping on her cunt while the getting was good! But god damn our friendship, I had to play this role for her. I cared too much about her to just take advantage of her vulnerability like that.

She sighed, a long, deep sigh. “I don’t want to leave him. I really don’t. But something’s got to give.” She finally met my gaze. “I’m worn out, Gail. I know I don’t show it here, but it’s part of my job to not show it. I’m totally fucking exhausted. I’m here for 8 or 9 hours a day, teaching and grading and doing all that, then I go home and there’s Mitch sitting on his ass, hasn’t eaten all day because I wasn’t there to fix something for him, so I make dinner for him and the kids, I clean up after them, I get the kids their bath and I get them to bed. You’d think maybe then I’d have some time to myself, but as soon as the kids are asleep, Mitch has a million things he wants from me, and I can’t get a moment’s fucking peace.” She gave a short, heartless laugh. “The only time I do have any peace is when I’m at work. That’s kinda backwards, isn’t it?”

I goggled. “A little.” I cocked my head to the side. “Why don’t you tell him to get off his ass and do the shit himself?”

She shook her head. “Been there. Done that. He just gets pissed off, and I don’t have the energy to fight with him anymore.”

I nodded. “This is none of my business, what I’m about to ask, Barbara, but what about your sex life?”

She laughed outright this time. “Remind me what a sex life is, will you? I can’t remember.”

I would love to, I thought, but kept silent for a moment. Then, just to break the silence, I asked, “She’s not interested anymore?”

“Hell no. Hasn’t been for years.” She massaged her temples. “No big loss, really. I wasn’t that great in the sack in the first place.” She looked up at me. I almost couldn’t look back at her, so sad was her expression, so lonely and desperate. Why hadn’t I noticed this in her before? What the hell kind of friend was I?

“Oh, Barbara. I’m so sorry for you,” I said, putting my arms out to her. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her neck, her face buried in my breasts. I couldn’t help looking down and thinking she looked awfully good just right there. I was going to have to leave the room very soon, before I totally lost control of myself.

But just then, she said, “Gail. I’ve got to confess something to you.”


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Office Submission

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Mistress Bride



I had thought we settled everything on Caroline’s last, whirlwind visit, but I was wrong. Since she left, our correspondence has been less
and less. I realize that she’s my dad’s wife not to mention a billionaire heiress with all kinds of parties, projects and ventures to
manage. I also know that she travels all over the world, luckily she has a private jet, or otherwise running such an empire would be
inconceivable. Not to mention, she now had Dad by her side, but he’s only running the charitable activities out of her vast list of
obligations.



But still, what about me? In a way I felt guilty for even feeling this way. I wish she would just tell me how I fit into all of this or let
me go so I could go on with the rest of my life. How could I enjoy all there is to college life, especially since she had made sure that I
was without want, when she was always there in the background of my thoughts, my dreams?



Funny, the first time I had come home I was expecting to see Dad at the airport and to spend time with him which didn’t happen. Now this
time, I had expected to be greeted by Caroline and to spend time with her, but that was not to be….



“Aw…. hi dear! It’s so great to have you here. I know the last time you were home we barely had time for each other, but I hope to make up
for it now.” Dad said.



“You mean that you barely had the time.” I grudgingly thought to myself.



“But, at least you and Caroline got to know each other much better.” he continued.



“What do you mean?” I asked, a little surprised “Did he suspect anything” I thought to myself.



“Well, Caroline had mentioned that she had specifically taken time away from her busy schedule in order to get to know you more, especially
since we had known how busy it was going to be last time, during the holiday season. We had discussed it together beforehand, knowing that
this whole transition, moving in together, my new duties etc. would be a bit overwhelming for you.” he explained.



“I didn’t know.” I said quietly, a little surprised at the fact. “She didn’t say.”



“Well Caroline is a woman of few words, her actions usually speak for themselves.” he said.



“They sure do.” I thought.



“Oh sweetheart, I have a wonderful surprise for you!” he exclaimed.



“What?” I asked.



“Well, I was hoping that we would be able to bring you the good news together, but since Caroline’s in Europe and I can’t wait any longer,
I….”



“What Dad?” I interrupted.



“We’re getting married!” he shouted.



“What!” I said in shock.



“Yes sweetheart and I’m on cloud nine!” he answered.



Over the next few days, Dad and I spent a lot of time together. In fact we hadn’t spent this much time together since I had left for college
over a year ago. But somehow it wasn’t the same. I wish we had spent this much time together when I had come back at Christmas. How things
could’ve been different. Maybe I wouldn’t have had that run in with Caroline while trying on her lingerie in their bedroom on that lonely
winter’s night when my life changed seemingly forever. I missed that bond that we had once, but everything felt emptier now.



“You miss Caroline, don’t you?” he asked.



“Whaaa, what do you mean? I replied nervously.





Office Submission



"Drop to your knees and crawl to me.”.



"Yes ma’am," I obeyed dutifully, falling to my knees gracefully and slowly, crawling submissively on my hands and knees to her, my new
mistress.



While I was crawling towards her I caught a look of her running her fingers up and down her neck. I was mesmerized.



One last time she said,



"Are you sure you are ready for this?"



I didn't know if she meant the job or a what, but the answer was the same to both. Not remotely hiding my hunger to submit to her, to the
Firm unconditionally, I moaned, my insatiable hunger to obey, to please her,



"Oh God, yesss."



"Ready for your first figure?" she asked, unfastening her skirt.



"Ready and willing Ma’am," I replied, eager to see her pussy, praying it was as impressive as I was already imagining. I watched intently
and sensing my eagerness, she teased me and took her time. 



My mouth literally watered in eager anticipation of what I was about to do.



"By the look in your eyes and your opened mouth, I assume you approve of the type of assets you will be handling regularly?" she smugly
smiled, her cunt ready for my thirsty lips.



"It is very impressive Ma’am, indeed,"



I replied, resisting the temptation to take and feel it's warm goodness in my mouth.



"I think I have the perfect thing for it," I added.



"What would that be?" she questioned.



"My mouth Ma’am," I replied, eagerly.



"What about your fingers?" she questioned.



"That is also available too, on demand,” I smiled demurely, making it clear I was completely at her sexual disposal.



"And your cunt?" she added. "Is your sweet cunt at my disposal too?"



I had never been fucked before, and although I never experienced the feeling of another person, or more particular, a woman, the feeling of
utter submission, giving my body freely and entirely to this woman was exhilarating. Again, I responded as any obedient Sub I had seen on
the BDSM DVD’s would,



"Yes, ma’am, my tight pussy is at your disposal too."



A soft, evil chuckle left her lips.



"Let's start with those cunt-sucking lips of yours."



Once at her feet, she looked down at me and asked,



"Do you, in fact, want this job by all means? Perhaps, even a special assignment?”.



When I looked up, I saw Tabitha sharply aiming her eyes into my face. My lip was quivering with fear as I was forced to eye my possibly new
menacing boss. I gave a precious little nod.



"Nadine. Nadine Davies...How do you like my toes?" Tabitha had taken on a foreign strange look of niceness. She flailed her toes while
pointedly looking down at me.



My look was that of horror and confusion. What did this have to do with anything? Looking down at Tabitha's toes, I commented.



"They are beautiful. Your toes are very beautiful."



"You know, Nadine...I don't like lying little women, especially on my staff. Do you or don't you like my toes?" Tabitha barked with a snarl
on her face.



I started shaking unsure as to what I should do. My mistress’s toes did, in fact, look very young and vibrant and I didn't want to seem like
a liar.



I bent over forwards feeling the plush carpeting under my hands. In this position, my breasts dangled heavily against my cheap cotton
blouse. I reached up and brushed my hand through my hair again to get it out of my face. She began moving forwards on hands and knees. />


After several moves forward, I was right in front of Tabitha, with the her dangling foot just inches away from my face.



"I really do like your toes, Ms. Stevens." I remained on hands and knees, peering up at Tabitha like a worried child.



I felt Tabitha’s eyes as she watched me proceed forward on my hands and knees from the couch and while keeping her face in a stern gaze.
With the me right down below her, she transformed her snarl into a look of blankness. Tabitha slowly started rotating the chair again after
she moved forward several inches first.



Swaying from right to left slowly in her leather chair, Tabitha's right toe grazed underneath my nose. I didn't flinch, however. Tabitha
continued the arc before stopping and beginning the return trip the other way. Again, her toe lightly brushed under my nose once more. All
the while, I continued looking up at Tabitha with drying tears on my face.



Upon the third time of Tabitha brushing her toe under my nose, she stopped right there leaving her toe on my upper lip. Still looking at me,
Tabitha slid her toe down slowly until the tip of it pressed at the crease between my lips. Giving the pressure behind it a bit of force,
Tabitha began forcing my mouth open with her toe. My eyes closed.

Her toe had forced its way into my mouth and I was in shock and didn't know what to do. My new boss was in the middle of talking to me. That
being the case, I remained on my hands and knees allowing the digit entrance into my warm mouth, hoping that it would soon be over. With my
eyes closed, it was easier for me to wait out this violation of my dignity.



Bit by bit, inch by inch, the salty toe entered into my mouth until my mouth had enveloped the toe all the way, I heard a distant command
from worlds apart,



"Nadine, show me how much you love my toes..."



Immediately, my tongue began to swathe over the toe. It was such the perfect size for my little mouth.



Soon enough, I reached up my right hand and took hold of the heel of the foot. With the foot locked in place, I began licking down the
length of the entire foot. At times, a foreign image would appear in my eyes and I would see a woman delving her hand into her white silk
blouse and seemingly be rubbing her chest.



Whenever I reached the arch in the foot that I had possession of, I would bite into it sensitively, causing a moaning sound to infect my
hearing. I had to disregard it, though, because my focus was on my task at hand.



Soon, a hand was on the back of my neck and my head followed. It had apparently been lead to a warm polyester enclosure and soon my vision
and head was enshrouded in darkness.





Student's Submission



I didn’t even hear her end the class, I was too busy watching her. Everyone began collecting their books and pens and things and leaving the
lecture hall, and I kept watching her from the back. Just watching. By the time everyone had left, I was reorganized and ready to leave. No
classes after this one, just back to the dorm to study or masturbate or whatever. I stood up, and the sound of her voice stopped me.



“Hey, Gail,” she called.



I turned around. “Yes, Professor?” I called her Professor when I wanted to tease her. Everyone knew we were on a first-name basis.



She didn’t respond to my ribbing. “You got a second?”



I was surprised. I had been so busy staring at her and analyzing her body during class that I hadn’t noticed something was bothering her.
Now it was clear, something was definitely not right. “Of course I’ve got a minute. What’s wrong?” I made my way to her desk and sat down on
the edge of it, looking at her attentively.



She flopped down into her chair. “I’ve just got a lot of shit on my mind, I guess. I need to talk to someone.” She broke off, obviously
looking for the right words. After a moment, I continued, “Someone who isn’t a part of the whirlwind. You know what I mean? I mean, I could
talk to my mom or my brother, but they’re all biased…” She trailed off again.



“No, Barbara, I know what you mean. You need an impartial party.” “Right.”



“Well, what can I do for you, ma’am?”



“Would you stop with the ‘professor’ and the ‘ma’am’ already? You’re making this difficult.”



I blinked. “Are you angry at me or are you looking for somebody to lash out at?”



She looked up at me and said nothing for a moment. Then she let out an abrupt giggle. “You’re awfully smart for your age, you know that?” />


I grinned. “I do.”



She leaned back in her chair and put her hands behind her head, as she always did when she was thinking. Her slate blue eyes traveled
blankly over the classroom. “I’ve had it with Mitch,” she whispered.



Her husband. I knew they’d been having problems lately, more than usual, but she hadn’t said anything quite like this before. “Barbara,” I
began carefully, “we talked about this last week, remember? And you said you didn’t care what it took, you were going to stick with him and
make it work for the sake of the kids. Remember?”



“Yeah. Yeah, I remember that.” She was still looking out toward the classroom or some point beyond. She seemed very introverted, very
downtrodden. She was afraid.



“What’s different now, Barbara? Why do you want to leave him?” I couldn’t believe I was saying this. I was trying to save her marriage? What
the hell was I thinking? I needed to be jumping on her cunt while the getting was good! But god damn our friendship, I had to play this role
for her. I cared too much about her to just take advantage of her vulnerability like that.



She sighed, a long, deep sigh. “I don’t want to leave him. I really don’t. But something’s got to give.” She finally met my gaze. “I’m worn
out, Gail. I know I don’t show it here, but it’s part of my job to not show it. I’m totally fucking exhausted. I’m here for 8 or 9 hours a
day, teaching and grading and doing all that, then I go home and there’s Mitch sitting on his ass, hasn’t eaten all day because I wasn’t
there to fix something for him, so I make dinner for him and the kids, I clean up after them, I get the kids their bath and I get them to
bed. You’d think maybe then I’d have some time to myself, but as soon as the kids are asleep, Mitch has a million things he wants from me,
and I can’t get a moment’s fucking peace.” She gave a short, heartless laugh. “The only time I do have any peace is when I’m at work. That’s
kinda backwards, isn’t it?”



I goggled. “A little.” I cocked my head to the side. “Why don’t you tell him to get off his ass and do the shit himself?”



She shook her head. “Been there. Done that. He just gets pissed off, and I don’t have the energy to fight with him anymore.”



I nodded. “This is none of my business, what I’m about to ask, Barbara, but what about your sex life?”



She laughed outright this time. “Remind me what a sex life is, will you? I can’t remember.”



I would love to, I thought, but kept silent for a moment. Then, just to break the silence, I asked, “She’s not interested anymore?”



“Hell no. Hasn’t been for years.” She massaged her temples. “No big loss, really. I wasn’t that great in the sack in the first place.” She
looked up at me. I almost couldn’t look back at her, so sad was her expression, so lonely and desperate. Why hadn’t I noticed this in her
before? What the hell kind of friend was I?



“Oh, Barbara. I’m so sorry for you,” I said, putting my arms out to her. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her neck, her face
buried in my breasts. I couldn’t help looking down and thinking she looked awfully good just right there. I was going to have to leave the
room very soon, before I totally lost control of myself.



But just then, she said, “Gail. I’ve got to confess something to you.”


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Mistress Bride


Office Submission


Student’s Submission





Mistress Bride





I had thought we settled everything on Caroline’s last, whirlwind visit, but I was wrong. Since she left, our correspondence has been less

and less. I realize that she’s my dad’s wife not to mention a billionaire heiress with all kinds of parties, projects and ventures to

manage. I also know that she travels all over the world, luckily she has a private jet, or otherwise running such an empire would be

inconceivable. Not to mention, she now had Dad by her side, but he’s only running the charitable activities out of her vast list of

obligations.





But still, what about me? In a way I felt guilty for even feeling this way. I wish she would just tell me how I fit into all of this or let

me go so I could go on with the rest of my life. How could I enjoy all there is to college life, especially since she had made sure that I

was without want, when she was always there in the background of my thoughts, my dreams?





Funny, the first time I had come home I was expecting to see Dad at the airport and to spend time with him which didn’t happen. Now this

time, I had expected to be greeted by Caroline and to spend time with her, but that was not to be….





“Aw…. hi dear! It’s so great to have you here. I know the last time you were home we barely had time for each other, but I hope to make up

for it now.” Dad said.





“You mean that you barely had the time.” I grudgingly thought to myself.





“But, at least you and Caroline got to know each other much better.” he continued.





“What do you mean?” I asked, a little surprised “Did he suspect anything” I thought to myself.





“Well, Caroline had mentioned that she had specifically taken time away from her busy schedule in order to get to know you more, especially

since we had known how busy it was going to be last time, during the holiday season. We had discussed it together beforehand, knowing that

this whole transition, moving in together, my new duties etc. would be a bit overwhelming for you.” he explained.





“I didn’t know.” I said quietly, a little surprised at the fact. “She didn’t say.”





“Well Caroline is a woman of few words, her actions usually speak for themselves.” he said.





“They sure do.” I thought.





“Oh sweetheart, I have a wonderful surprise for you!” he exclaimed.





“What?” I asked.





“Well, I was hoping that we would be able to bring you the good news together, but since Caroline’s in Europe and I can’t wait any longer,

I….”





“What Dad?” I interrupted.





“We’re getting married!” he shouted.





“What!” I said in shock.





“Yes sweetheart and I’m on cloud nine!” he answered.





Over the next few days, Dad and I spent a lot of time together. In fact we hadn’t spent this much time together since I had left for college

over a year ago. But somehow it wasn’t the same. I wish we had spent this much time together when I had come back at Christmas. How things

could’ve been different. Maybe I wouldn’t have had that run in with Caroline while trying on her lingerie in their bedroom on that lonely

winter’s night when my life changed seemingly forever. I missed that bond that we had once, but everything felt emptier now.





“You miss Caroline, don’t you?” he asked.





“Whaaa, what do you mean? I replied nervously.








Office Submission





"Drop to your knees and crawl to me.”.





"Yes ma’am," I obeyed dutifully, falling to my knees gracefully and slowly, crawling submissively on my hands and knees to her, my new

mistress.





While I was crawling towards her I caught a look of her running her fingers up and down her neck. I was mesmerized.





One last time she said,





"Are you sure you are ready for this?"





I didn't know if she meant the job or a what, but the answer was the same to both. Not remotely hiding my hunger to submit to her, to the

Firm unconditionally, I moaned, my insatiable hunger to obey, to please her,





"Oh God, yesss."





"Ready for your first figure?" she asked, unfastening her skirt.





"Ready and willing Ma’am," I replied, eager to see her pussy, praying it was as impressive as I was already imagining. I watched intently

and sensing my eagerness, she teased me and took her time. 





My mouth literally watered in eager anticipation of what I was about to do.





"By the look in your eyes and your opened mouth, I assume you approve of the type of assets you will be handling regularly?" she smugly

smiled, her cunt ready for my thirsty lips.





"It is very impressive Ma’am, indeed,"





I replied, resisting the temptation to take and feel it's warm goodness in my mouth.





"I think I have the perfect thing for it," I added.





"What would that be?" she questioned.





"My mouth Ma’am," I replied, eagerly.





"What about your fingers?" she questioned.





"That is also available too, on demand,” I smiled demurely, making it clear I was completely at her sexual disposal.





"And your cunt?" she added. "Is your sweet cunt at my disposal too?"





I had never been fucked before, and although I never experienced the feeling of another person, or more particular, a woman, the feeling of

utter submission, giving my body freely and entirely to this woman was exhilarating. Again, I responded as any obedient Sub I had seen on

the BDSM DVD’s would,





"Yes, ma’am, my tight pussy is at your disposal too."





A soft, evil chuckle left her lips.





"Let's start with those cunt-sucking lips of yours."





Once at her feet, she looked down at me and asked,





"Do you, in fact, want this job by all means? Perhaps, even a special assignment?”.





When I looked up, I saw Tabitha sharply aiming her eyes into my face. My lip was quivering with fear as I was forced to eye my possibly new

menacing boss. I gave a precious little nod.





"Nadine. Nadine Davies...How do you like my toes?" Tabitha had taken on a foreign strange look of niceness. She flailed her toes while

pointedly looking down at me.





My look was that of horror and confusion. What did this have to do with anything? Looking down at Tabitha's toes, I commented.





"They are beautiful. Your toes are very beautiful."





"You know, Nadine...I don't like lying little women, especially on my staff. Do you or don't you like my toes?" Tabitha barked with a snarl

on her face.





I started shaking unsure as to what I should do. My mistress’s toes did, in fact, look very young and vibrant and I didn't want to seem like

a liar.





I bent over forwards feeling the plush carpeting under my hands. In this position, my breasts dangled heavily against my cheap cotton

blouse. I reached up and brushed my hand through my hair again to get it out of my face. She began moving forwards on hands and knees.
/>




After several moves forward, I was right in front of Tabitha, with the her dangling foot just inches away from my face.





"I really do like your toes, Ms. Stevens." I remained on hands and knees, peering up at Tabitha like a worried child.





I felt Tabitha’s eyes as she watched me proceed forward on my hands and knees from the couch and while keeping her face in a stern gaze.

With the me right down below her, she transformed her snarl into a look of blankness. Tabitha slowly started rotating the chair again after

she moved forward several inches first.





Swaying from right to left slowly in her leather chair, Tabitha's right toe grazed underneath my nose. I didn't flinch, however. Tabitha

continued the arc before stopping and beginning the return trip the other way. Again, her toe lightly brushed under my nose once more. All

the while, I continued looking up at Tabitha with drying tears on my face.





Upon the third time of Tabitha brushing her toe under my nose, she stopped right there leaving her toe on my upper lip. Still looking at me,

Tabitha slid her toe down slowly until the tip of it pressed at the crease between my lips. Giving the pressure behind it a bit of force,

Tabitha began forcing my mouth open with her toe. My eyes closed.


Her toe had forced its way into my mouth and I was in shock and didn't know what to do. My new boss was in the middle of talking to me. That

being the case, I remained on my hands and knees allowing the digit entrance into my warm mouth, hoping that it would soon be over. With my

eyes closed, it was easier for me to wait out this violation of my dignity.





Bit by bit, inch by inch, the salty toe entered into my mouth until my mouth had enveloped the toe all the way, I heard a distant command

from worlds apart,





"Nadine, show me how much you love my toes..."





Immediately, my tongue began to swathe over the toe. It was such the perfect size for my little mouth.





Soon enough, I reached up my right hand and took hold of the heel of the foot. With the foot locked in place, I began licking down the

length of the entire foot. At times, a foreign image would appear in my eyes and I would see a woman delving her hand into her white silk

blouse and seemingly be rubbing her chest.





Whenever I reached the arch in the foot that I had possession of, I would bite into it sensitively, causing a moaning sound to infect my

hearing. I had to disregard it, though, because my focus was on my task at hand.





Soon, a hand was on the back of my neck and my head followed. It had apparently been lead to a warm polyester enclosure and soon my vision

and head was enshrouded in darkness.








Student's Submission





I didn’t even hear her end the class, I was too busy watching her. Everyone began collecting their books and pens and things and leaving the

lecture hall, and I kept watching her from the back. Just watching. By the time everyone had left, I was reorganized and ready to leave. No

classes after this one, just back to the dorm to study or masturbate or whatever. I stood up, and the sound of her voice stopped me.





“Hey, Gail,” she called.





I turned around. “Yes, Professor?” I called her Professor when I wanted to tease her. Everyone knew we were on a first-name basis.





She didn’t respond to my ribbing. “You got a second?”





I was surprised. I had been so busy staring at her and analyzing her body during class that I hadn’t noticed something was bothering her.

Now it was clear, something was definitely not right. “Of course I’ve got a minute. What’s wrong?” I made my way to her desk and sat down on

the edge of it, looking at her attentively.





She flopped down into her chair. “I’ve just got a lot of shit on my mind, I guess. I need to talk to someone.” She broke off, obviously

looking for the right words. After a moment, I continued, “Someone who isn’t a part of the whirlwind. You know what I mean? I mean, I could

talk to my mom or my brother, but they’re all biased…” She trailed off again.





“No, Barbara, I know what you mean. You need an impartial party.” “Right.”





“Well, what can I do for you, ma’am?”





“Would you stop with the ‘professor’ and the ‘ma’am’ already? You’re making this difficult.”





I blinked. “Are you angry at me or are you looking for somebody to lash out at?”





She looked up at me and said nothing for a moment. Then she let out an abrupt giggle. “You’re awfully smart for your age, you know that?”
/>




I grinned. “I do.”





She leaned back in her chair and put her hands behind her head, as she always did when she was thinking. Her slate blue eyes traveled

blankly over the classroom. “I’ve had it with Mitch,” she whispered.





Her husband. I knew they’d been having problems lately, more than usual, but she hadn’t said anything quite like this before. “Barbara,” I

began carefully, “we talked about this last week, remember? And you said you didn’t care what it took, you were going to stick with him and

make it work for the sake of the kids. Remember?”





“Yeah. Yeah, I remember that.” She was still looking out toward the classroom or some point beyond. She seemed very introverted, very

downtrodden. She was afraid.





“What’s different now, Barbara? Why do you want to leave him?” I couldn’t believe I was saying this. I was trying to save her marriage? What

the hell was I thinking? I needed to be jumping on her cunt while the getting was good! But god damn our friendship, I had to play this role

for her. I cared too much about her to just take advantage of her vulnerability like that.





She sighed, a long, deep sigh. “I don’t want to leave him. I really don’t. But something’s got to give.” She finally met my gaze. “I’m worn

out, Gail. I know I don’t show it here, but it’s part of my job to not show it. I’m totally fucking exhausted. I’m here for 8 or 9 hours a

day, teaching and grading and doing all that, then I go home and there’s Mitch sitting on his ass, hasn’t eaten all day because I wasn’t

there to fix something for him, so I make dinner for him and the kids, I clean up after them, I get the kids their bath and I get them to

bed. You’d think maybe then I’d have some time to myself, but as soon as the kids are asleep, Mitch has a million things he wants from me,

and I can’t get a moment’s fucking peace.” She gave a short, heartless laugh. “The only time I do have any peace is when I’m at work. That’s

kinda backwards, isn’t it?”





I goggled. “A little.” I cocked my head to the side. “Why don’t you tell him to get off his ass and do the shit himself?”





She shook her head. “Been there. Done that. He just gets pissed off, and I don’t have the energy to fight with him anymore.”





I nodded. “This is none of my business, what I’m about to ask, Barbara, but what about your sex life?”





She laughed outright this time. “Remind me what a sex life is, will you? I can’t remember.”





I would love to, I thought, but kept silent for a moment. Then, just to break the silence, I asked, “She’s not interested anymore?”





“Hell no. Hasn’t been for years.” She massaged her temples. “No big loss, really. I wasn’t that great in the sack in the first place.” She

looked up at me. I almost couldn’t look back at her, so sad was her expression, so lonely and desperate. Why hadn’t I noticed this in her

before? What the hell kind of friend was I?





“Oh, Barbara. I’m so sorry for you,” I said, putting my arms out to her. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her neck, her face

buried in my breasts. I couldn’t help looking down and thinking she looked awfully good just right there. I was going to have to leave the

room very soon, before I totally lost control of myself.





But just then, she said, “Gail. I’ve got to confess something to you.”


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