SUBMISSION
by
The Tailor
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I have worked as a secretary in this god forsaken government office for a year now, but finally things are starting to go my way. My boss is, I should say was Dianah Prince, you probably knew her better as Wonder Woman. My people discovered her secret identity and sent me in. They wanted her out of the way and didn’t care how it was done, I could convert her, neutralize her or eliminate her. What ever I felt was best, my discretion. I was chosen for several reasons, the main one that I am an extremely efficient assassin who has completed many quiet eliminations. Another reason is my looks, the bosses believed that Wonder Woman had lesbian tendencies and that I could use this to attract her to me. Their belief stems from her being one of the mystical Amazons, who shun all male contact, using men only as a stud service to continue their race. This female only life-style and the disparagement of males led them to this belief, I can state positively that they were correct.
I first met Dianah about a year ago when the bosses got me the job as her new secretary(I found out that she was hard on her staff and was lucky if a secretary lasted a month.). Well the first day I was brought in and introduced to her and when ever she thought I wasn’t looking she was eying me up and down. Now I wasn’t dressed provocatively, just a skirt one size to small and a little short, just above the knee, not suggestive or anything but slightly out of the norm for the office, but it did show my hips and legs to their best advantage. I was also wearing high, 2" heels just to accentuate my legs more. A tailored blouse one size to small that accentuated the size and shape of my breasts over this a smart suit jacket open at the front. Now let me tell you I do make an excellent first impression, I slightly taller than Dianah who is about 6' 4', with a spectacularly athletic body, which I exercise every day to keep the muscles taut and rippling, all this is topped with a mane of golden hair. I could immediately tell that she was intrigued by my size and looks.
So I became her secretary and for the first six months nothing extraordinary happened. True she did often call me into her office to get material for her, that would mean I would either have to stretch to reach it from a top shelf, causing my blouse to stretch tighter and my skirt to ride up and reveal my stocking tops where the garters attached and maybe a flash of pale skin above. Other times the material would be in a bottom drawer meaning I must bend over causing my skirt to tighten over my ass, always positioned so that my ass was facing her. On these occasions I always took my time so that she could have a good long view and I would catch glimpses of her out of the corner of my eye as she tried to unobtrusively enjoy the view. On other occasions she would call me in to take dictation, and the only other chair would be placed so that when I sat she could look up my skirt. This I made easier for her by crossing my legs often so that my legs would part farther and on occasion I would take my panties off before I came into her office. On these special days she got a great view of the fact that I was clean shaven, I could see perspiration on her forehead and she would unconsciously run her tongue around her suddenly dry lips. Torturing her this way was indeed sweet but not as the real torture I had in mind.
After about six months of this teasing, and hours of small talk Dianah began to relax and become more comfortable in my presence, we were becoming friends. As usual she was working a late night and as I did on many occasions, I stayed after work to. This particular night I new she should be extremely tired for not only had she been working every night and weekend, but she had also been extremely busy in her alter ego of Wonder Woman, every day there was a different article in the newspapers about some case she had solved or some disaster she had averted. We were sitting in her office comfortably chatting before we got ready to leave when she lay back in her chair and began massaging both her temples as though she was getting a headache. I slowly got up and quietly, so as not to startle her, walked around behind her chair. Taking her hands and placing them at her side, saying “here let me.” I removed her black glasses and leaned over her to lay them on the desk, noticing a little tremble when my breast lightly touched her ear. I began to rub her temples in gentle little circles, a soft sigh escaped her and she let me guide her head back and cradle it between my breasts while I continued to rhythmically rub her temples. I traced a line behind her ears trailing through these gorgeous raven tresses, under the thick mane at her neck and started to massage her neck and shoulders. For a moment she tensed and started to move, but I gently restrained her and huskily whispered “relax, I can see how tense you are, you need this. Besides,” I told her, “this gives me a chance to practice my former profession.” I explained that I had studied to be a masseuse, but that I had quit in disgust when I found that most customers expected more. As I slowly continued the massage she slowly relaxed deeper and deeper into the chair. Traveling along her broad shoulders and down her arms I was having a difficult time giving an adequate massage because of the bulkiness of her oversized suit jacket. I leaned over and gently started to unfasten the her buttons, she sat a little straighter and made little brushing movements with her hands. “Relax,” I whispered, “you need this and the jacket is making my work difficult.” I firmly took her hands and placed them over the arms of her chair so they were hanging there with her fingers pointing at the floor. I was amazed at how she had come to trust me and at the submissive temperament this indicated. I made her lean forward and slipped her jacket over her arms and off. I continued my work on her shoulders and after removing all of the knots I found here I started in on her upper arms. Working on her arms allowed me to surreptitiously stroke the outside of her breasts. Even the over large severely tailored blouse could not hide their magnificence, and with my thumbs I could feel how they struggled against her confining bra and jutted out from the walls of her chest. Stepping back a little a pulled her right arm straight down over the low back of the chair and behind her, and using both hands massaged it thoroughly, I then did the say for her left arm. With both arms behind her back I crossed them at the wrist and held them with my left hand while I again massaged her shoulder with my right. This short little form of bondage gave me an enormous thrill and a true insight into her nature. Releasing her arms I stood back, gave her hair a little tussle and told her she must allow me to give her a proper massage one day. A little breathlessly she said “you are very talented and your hands are quite strong. Where did you learn?” I repeated my story about studying and she gave me a quirky smile when I spoke of my annoyance with my men clients. “As for strong hands” I said I work out every day in a small gym that I had in my apartment. “Oh I love to work out too,” she said “but I hate going to public gyms.” She accepted my invitation to come to my place for a private work-out and massage, and we made a date for that week-end. So her down fall began.
What ever possessed me to accept her invitation on that fateful night I still don’t know. My name is Dianah and I used to be Wonder Woman, and this is my version of this story.
Having gone through at least seven or eight secretaries in the past year, I sort of felt like Murphy Brown. Personnel sent me a new secretary about a year ago, when she was brought in and introduced to me I couldn’t believe my eyes. She must have been at least 6' 6" with out the 2" heels she was wearing, blonde and statuesque. Wearing a skirt that was to short and to tight and left little to my imagination, especially the view as she walked away and her ripe rear moved under the thin material. A nearly shear tight blouse that showed she wore a cupless bra, completed the vision of what looked to me like one of our Amazon goddesses, crowed with a mane of spun gold.
So she became my secretary. Over the next six months we worked closely together and I do admit that I would ask her to retrieve things for me that would necessitate her showing her body to me. I would watch out of the corner of my eyes as her skirt rode up her legs, or hugged her rear as she bent over, and when she was taking dictation, I would find my self rubbing my thighs tightly together as I would sneak peeks up her dress. Discovering that what was under that dress was shaved and naked truly awakened my lust. Every so often I would catch her with a small little smile on her lips, looking like the cat who had just eaten the canary, imagine my surprise when I discovered I was that willing canary. Since leaving my island home there had been few if any occasions when I could release my passions. For even in this modern world, lesbianism carried a strong stigma, which could loose me this job. Not that I needed to work but this job allowed me to find out things, which Wonder Woman needed to know. Also there was the problem that today’s symbol of female beauty appeared very under nourished and breakable to me. Here was one that would not easily break.
So it started one night about six months after her arrival. I was physically and emotionally beat, weeks of over time on both my jobs had brought me to an all time low. When she started rubbing my temples, it felt so good, it banished all possibilities for the headache I had felt coming on. But when she started on my neck and shoulders with those powerful hands, well it felt as though one of my sisters from home had come to take care of me. When she started to undo the buttons on my jacket I made a feeble attempt to stop her, but I felt to good to put up more than a token resistance. Her hands running up and down my arms and those long red nails skimming along the side of my breast as her thumbs touched me caused my nipples to stiffen dramatically and would have shown if not for the rigidity of my bra. Oh, and when she restrained my arms behind my back, I could not believe the little shivers this strange thrill this gave me. For me, me to be restrained and held while someone touched my body, even though it was only a massage, was before this an unthinkable act but I allowed it willingly. All to soon the massage was over. But when we began talking about work-outs and her gym, I readily accepted the invitation to what proceeded to be my doom.
Dianah arrived on Saturday and I greeted her in my skimpiest little lycra workout gear, I could feel her feasting her eyes on my ass as I led her to the bedroom where she could change. When she came into my little gym, she was wearing an oversized sweatsuit, that was hiding her magnificent body. But I have a quite heavy workout, nothing she couldn’t keep up with, but it did start her perspiring quite heavily, and the little circles of perspiration around her nipples showed me that she must be feeling more secure in our relationship, as the sweat spots showed two very erect un fettered nipples. God but those breasts must be firm, no bra but no sag showed and very little movement when she moved, although they did sort of spread into an inviting pool when she lay on her back to bench press. This aided in my spotting her arousal whenever I spotted for her and had to get in a provocative position. The best was the bench press when I had to straddle her because there was no room to stand behind the bench, because the room was so small. We must have worked out for about 2 hours and the best was the abdominal crunches when she lay back on the incline and her sweat shirt rode up and revealed her rippling abdomen.
When the workout ended I showed her where to take a shower and told her to hurry back and I would give her the promised massage. I quickly took mine in the other small shower, and was back before she returned. She stepped into the bedroom, looking like a shy fawn with a big white towel wrapped around her, I was arranging my bottles of scented oil and had lit a few candles to give more atmosphere. I absently waved her to the table and told her to hop up get comfortable and I would be with her in a sec as I had to complete warming my special oils. When I turned to her she was laying stiffly on the table with the towel draped over her hips. Laying thus I could see the sides of her truly magnificent breasts as her weight caused them to spill out from under her in an inviting white mound. I poured some oil in my hands and proceeded with her neck giving it a thorough work out and then to her shoulders. I have noticed that when men massage a girlfriend or wife them seem to feel duty bound to work at it for a couple of minutes and the want to jump on board. A truly sensuous massage take time, hours, days or even weeks of time must be invested before one should attempt to claim a reward. So like I said I worked on her neck and shoulders and I could slowly feel her begin to relax, slowly but more and more as time went on until she had almost melted into the table. Now I worked on her spine, removing the knots and tension from this area, down the spine and up her sides occasionally, “accidently” a nail would brush her overflowing breasts. Her breathing deepened and slowed, but when ever a touched a breast there would be a shaky little sigh, that issued from her partially opened mouth. Finishing with her back I proceeded to her feet, she tensed slightly, but a good masseuse does not tickle, unless they want to. She relaxed more and I continued to remove the strain from her body. Now working those enthralling long limbs, from the calves to the thighs, making sure never to cross the barrier created by her towel. When I finished perhaps an hour later and every muscle I could touch was now soft and resilient I discovered she had drifted off to sleep. It was time to continue with the plan stepping up beside her a gave her a sharp slap across her toweled rump, getting great pleasure from the way it jiggled and the indignant, high pitched little squeal, of yes pleasure, she gave out. “All done,” I said “and better than new.” with a cat-like stretch she sat up, showing far less modesty than before as she allowed the towel to remain around her hips but left her breasts on display. I must say that I did stare for a while and noticed that she flushed brightly and that her nipples stood erect and proudly saluted me. She quickly hopped off the table and scurried, if a woman that large can truly scurry, over to her clothes and again appeared dressed as her usual nondescript self, with black glasses and her severe bun back in place. As she left I called out, “same time next Saturday.” With a tiny smile she said, “I’ll be here.” After she was gone I straightened out my massage equipment, with a little smirk on my face when I put my special oils away. For these oils are special they contain a mild, slow acting aphrodisiac, that is absorbed through the skin, even amazon skin. Slowly over the week the aphrodisiac would work on Dianah making her look forward to our next session more and more, and as the sessions continued it would break down her barriers and provide for more interesting entertainment.
So it continued for the next three weeks with out much variation, we would work out, Dianah would shower, then I would giver a massage during which she usually fell asleep and I would waken her with a sharp and hard slap on her rear, always bring a pleasurable squeal from her. The third week I changed things a little and when I started the massage I removed her towel leaving her naked on the table, there was a small protestation from her but I told her to be quiet and lay down. What pleasure to watch her obey this little order, it starts I thought. This time she came awake not to a slap but to me massage her cheeks. I new she enjoyed this for in her sleep she had started to move in tune with my ministrations, no protest came from her for there are muscles here and they were quite taught. Even though she was awake I still ended the session with a sharp slap, which brought up a nice pink hand print on her quivering cheek and gave a much more satisfactory sound. “Much better,” I said, “I love the sound of flesh on flesh, no towel in the way.” Flushing furiously she sat up and went to get her clothes. Much slower than the first time and giving me a pleasant view of my hand print on her ass, I could see she was reddening even more from my careful appraisal, as I said: “red does look good on such fair white skin.” Dressing, she asked: “same time next week?” “Of course, see you Monday at work,” I said.
What a secretary she was turning out to be. Gorgeous, statuesque, strong and such talented hands. At our first work out I was afraid to reveal to much of my body, lest the similarity between me and Wonder Woman be noticeable. Huh, little did I know she would have me naked under a towel at the end and be rubbing me so delightfully all over. What hands? The workout was quite impressive she worked with weights that even I with my Amazon strength had to respect, sure as Wonder Woman with a magic girdle they would have been easy. But as Dianah they were at the limit of my strength. When she spotted for me what a thrill, especially for the bench press, where she had to stand straddling me. Laying there on my back and looking up between her thighs at the shear material creeping up into her and outlining two full puffy lips, well I damned near dropped those weights on my head. Hell I still can see that enormous chest swaying over me. Then the workout was over and it was time for a shower and then the massage and those hands. I drifted off to sleep under her ministrations, until I was jolted awake from the slap on my ass. The embarrassment I felt at the cry of pleasure that escaped from me, Wonder Woman, but what an exciting feeling it was to be treated such, after all the fawning I received in both my incarnations. And as she says so it continued most pleasurably for me for the next 3 weeks. The workouts, the shower, and then the hands, ending with me falling asleep and being awaked by that erotic slap. What a shock when on that third week she removed my towel and ordered me to lay down, I couldn’t believe I was not resisting but was meekly laying down. I became used to my exposure after a short while and as usual drifted pleasurably of to sleep with thoughts of how pleasurable the slap would be this time. But it wasn’t a slap that awoke me this time, it was her hands on my uncovered bottom. Slowly massaging the tension, I didn’t even realize was there. Her palms and fingers were flat on my ass cheeks, moving up and down and as they moved my cheeks would part and her thumbs would drift along my crack like gentle feathers. The two sensations of the strong hands and fingers kneading my cheeks and the feather like thumbs were awakening my forcefully controlled passions and I could feel my self beginning to heat at her touch and to my embarrassment I realized that I was softly moaning. I firmly brought my rebellious body under control and quashed any further moans I thought. She again brought the session to a close with a hard slap on my cheek, which again caused a moan of pleasure to escape despite my forceful attempt to with hold it. Her eyes on me as I walked to get my clothes, caused me to redden deeper than I all ready was. Then to top that off I meekly asked: “same time next week?”
Well since things had gone so well on that day, the next Saturday I decided it was time to change things again, just a little. When the workout and massage was completed and Dianah was in an aroused and relaxed state I suggested that we should take a warm bath, it would be just what she needed to complete the day. Agreeing she sat up and started to wrap the towel modestly around her, but with a quick yank I took it of her saying I didn’t want that oily thing in my clean bathroom. She passively accepted this and I took her hand and led her naked to her doom. There was an oversized bath waiting here which I filled with hot water and scented oils, a lit the many candles that were around the room and turned the lights off. Slowly doing a little striptease for her I undressed and stepped into the tub and beckoned for her to join me. Almost shyly she had watched me disrobe and the stiffness of her nipples and her deep breathing showed that all my exercising had paid of and she was entranced with my naked whiteness, so contrasting to her bronze body. Slowly like a startled fawn she stepped in and I indicated she should sit between my legs so I could scrub her back. Timidly she sat between my legs leaning hunched over and trying to avoid all contact. Ignoring this I lathered up her back and then using a luffa sponge I gently scrubbed her back, sitting as she was I could sponge her down under the water to the start of the crack of her ass. Then moving along the outside of her thighs in onto her belly then gently pulling her back so she lay pillowed on my breasts I began sponging her breasts, paying special attention to her rock hard nipples. Her head was thrown back onto my shoulder and her mouth was wide open and she was breathing so deeply she sounded like a big cat purring, every so often their would be a tremulous lightly sigh then and full blown moans were torn from her throat as my hand returned to her stomach and between her easily parted legs. Dropping the sponge I again lathered up my hands and began soaping her dark pussy outside and deep inside. Her moaning had deepened to an almost growl and her hips her rising and falling in tune to my hands. When a began stroking and playing with her clitoris her hips broke through the water as she arched forward like a tautly strung bow and as I plucked her clit one more time she collapsed into one continuous orgasm. I continued to manipulate her body tearing one orgasm after another from her to long celibate body. Finally pulsing, throbbing and damn near convulsing she came to a final climax and collapsed into my body. Finally stirring herself she turned in my arms and started raining kisses all over my face trying to reach down my throat and onto my breasts. Sternly I pushed her head from my chest and said: “that’s nice dear, but that’s not what gives me pleasure.” She wanted to know what she could do to please me but I firmly told her she wasn’t ready to know that yet. “When the time is right and you are truly willing to please me, then I will let you.” I turned her back around and let her sink into my body with my hands crossed over her chest a softly hummed into her ear until she dropped of into a trusting sleep.
Again things continued on the same, with her having wild orgasms in my tub. Oh there were slight differences in that each Saturday I got a little rougher. From mildly stimulating her nipples I proceeded to gentle pinches and finally onto savagely twisting and pulling them. Never did this bring a complaint from her, rather but only moans of pleasure as the strength of her orgasms increased. I was now also savaging her clitoris as I roughly mauled it bringing now screams of pleasure, when I showed her a penis shaped bar of soap she eagerly spread her legs farther and begged me to fuck her, which I did with savage delight. Finally our lovemaking moved to the bedroom, where she looked fearfully and with anticipation at the large dildo I had strapped on. I ordered her up on the bed, and to get on her hands and knees. My heart went to my throat and a wicked smile crossed my lips as I watched her eagerly scamper up onto the bed and position herself for me. Climbing up behind her I reached between her legs and began to viciously arouse her and lubricate her channel with her own juices. Then with one hand I positioned the dildo at her entrance while the other coiled in her dark hair and forced her head up and back while I used all the power in my hips to start driving into her. As I plunged in her back arched and a shrill scream of pain and pleasure erupted from her, not giving her a chance to relax I stroked into her again and again each time driving in deeper and deeper as scream after scream echoed through the room. Finally lodged to the full length I stopped and allowed her to realize the fullness was no longer hurting her laying on her back I reached under her and began gently stimulating a nipple while my other had traced it’s way through her black thatch to gently masturbate her clit. Slowly I stroked in and out of her as her passions slowly grew and by the time she reached her earth shattering climax I has again ramming in and out of her with all my force. She screamed through orgasm after orgasm until her climax finally reached the precipice and tumbled over and she collapsed under me, spent. We lay there for the longest while with me still on top of her and still deep inside her. Little tremors were still passing through her body like after shocks, and she was fighting to regain her breath. Finally I pulled out of her, which brought another little gasp, and rolled off and onto my back. Propped up on one arm she lay watching me and reached out and tentatively began stroking my erect nipple, but when she tried to take it into her mouth I again ordered her to stop, telling her soon I will show you how to pleasure me you are almost ready. So the next three months passed with our sex getting rougher and rougher.
I found myself looking forward to our Saturdays more and more and myself enjoying them more and more. But that fateful Saturday she led me to the bath, she truly led me to my doom. When she suggested a warm soak would complete my relaxation, I was quite willing, but I surprised my self when I allowed her to remove my towel, and that I followed her so meekly. I enjoyed watching her move as she filled the tub and poured scented oils on the waters surface, and still didn’t think anything of it as she lit candles around the room and turned out the lights. But when she disrobed and I could finally see that body, I couldn’t move, I was completely enthralled with her beauty. She stepped into the tub and seated herself at one end with her long legs stretched out and slightly splayed, I just stood there, in awe of her perfection until she motioned for me to join her. Nervously like some shy schoolgirl I stepped in and she motioned for me to sit between her legs so that she could scrub my back. I slowly sat leaning over, afraid to touch her unless this magical spell be broken. I could feel her soaping up my back and then the roughness of the sponge as she scrubbed my back, a relaxing feeling was created by the slow deliberate movements she made as she washed me, it took all of my willpower not to move or groan as she moved lower and lightly stroked across the crack of my ass. But a sigh, was forced from me as the twin sponges moved to the outside of my hips and across my belly, I was willingly pulled back into her as her hands stroked upwards and the rough material excited my breasts. Soon she dropped all pretense of washing me and dropped the sponges and with her fingers began stroking my hardened nipples. I could feel my self melting into her as the pleasure her fingers was awakening coursed throughout my body. When her finger trailed down across my stomach I could not withhold the moan that was torn from my throat. Lathering up her hands once more she parted my legs and began soaping gently between my legs, paying special attention to my clitoris which had pushed out from under it’s protective hood. Her fingers splayed my lips and several fingers slipped inside me continuing their magical work. With those fingers deep inside me and the other hand back at my clitoris I could no longer restrain myself and an incredible orgasm tore through my body. At the apex of my pleasure a hand returned to my breast and began painfully twisting my nipple, for some dark reason this further increased my pleasure.
Finally able to drag myself out of sex induced torpor I rolled over and tried to return the pleasure, just as I would have for my Amazon sisters. But she firmly pushed my head away from her breast saying: “that’s nice dear, but that’s not what gives me pleasure.” It had been so long since I had been given any pleasure and I couldn’t remember pleasure such as this and I asked: “what can I do to please you?” But she merely said: “When the time is right and you are truly willing to please me, then I will let you.” She turned me so I was again reclining on her and softly stroked me and hummed to me as I drifted off to sleep, feeling safe and warm and loved.
Every Saturday we would work out and then retire to the tub, where my secretary would employ her talented hands on my eager body. Every week it got more intense as she handled me more roughly at each session. From gently pinching my nipples it progressed until she was savagely twisting and mauling them, my clitoris was receiving similar treatment as she now pulled and twisted it. She didn’t immediately start this but slowly progressed until we reached this point and I disturbingly found myself enjoying being dominated in this fashion, for the rougher she got the stronger my orgasms became, until I was nearly insane with pleasure. When she showed me the dildo soap bar a tremor of forbidden pleasure coursed through me. Amazons have no physical contact unless we are one of the few chosen to keep our race alive, all phallic symbols are removed from our Isle and one Amazon would never use such on an other. When I was much younger myself and a few of my sisters used to giggle and wonder about what a man had between his legs and what it would feel like. Today I would get my first sample. She gently pushed it into me between my willing legs, and the sensation of it filling me was sinfully indescribable. Slowly she worked it in and out bringing me nearer and nearer to a climax at the touch of this forbidden implement. Finally with an earthshattering eruption I came and came and came as my hips reared out of the water to force it deeper inside me and my wails of pleasure rebounded through the room. I would always try to return the pleasure but she would continually push me away saying I was not ready yet. A need was growing in me to give pleasure to this woman who was so absolutely pleasuring me.
Then one day she didn’t lead me to the bath but instead to the bedroom, I stood and watched with pleasure as she slowly undressed for me. But when she took that thing out of her dresser drawer pleasure was replaced with fearful anticipation. The bar of soap I now realized had been quite small when compared to the monstrous dildo she had strapped to her waste. I stood rooted to the spot almost hypnotized by it gently swaying between her legs and almost brushing her knees. “Get up on the bed and get on your hands and knees,” she curtly ordered. I could not believe that it was me eagerly hurrying to comply with her orders, but unbelievably there I was positioning myself as she had ordered. Looking over my shoulders I could see a wicked smile on her face as she positioned herself behind me. I released a moan of pent up fear and pleasure as she viciously began fingering me and soon I was thoroughly lubricated. I didn’t realize she had coiled one had in my hair until she roughly pulled back on my head while her hips spasmed forward thrusting this unrelenting tool into me. My back arched and a scream was forced from me as I tried to get her off of me, but she didn’t relent. She held me firmly by my hair pulling my head farther back and restricting my movement. I felt delightfully powerless and defeated, unable to move back because of the dildo partly in me and restrained from moving forward because of the cruel grip in my hair. I finally realized that this mortal was as thrillingly strong or stronger than I was without my magic girdle. She gave me no chance to resist as with thrust after thrust she pushed farther and farther inside me, with my accompanying screams raising in pitch with each massive thrust until I felt her hips slap against my ass. Then she stopped thrusting and released my hair and encircling me she began to gently stroke my pendulous breasts. I slowly relaxed as I realized this thing would not tear me up inside and that combined with her gentle ministrations to my breasts and clitoris. That I was beginning to enjoy this sensation of being so completely filled. She began slowly stroking this thing in and out of my defeated womanhood, with each thrust she built up force until she was thrusting in and out of me with all her considerable strength. I was again screaming at the top of my lungs, but this time it was with pleasure combined with pain. Orgasm after orgasm pulsed through me until with one final massive climax echoing in my ears I collapsed under her and damn near passed out from the intense pleasure. How long we lay there I don’t know, with her on top of me and still deep inside me. My body was still quivering with tiny after orgasms and I could not catch my breath. She slowly pulled out of me and rolled off and onto her back as she to lay there panting from her exertions. Slowly regaining my senses I reached out and began stroking her glistening body, she gently removed my hand saying, “soon baby, soon.”
So we proceeded through the next three months. Me allowing her to order me into positions as she mounted me vaginally in all the ways that were possible. Every session with my secretary got rougher and rougher and soon my ass, hips and breasts were covered with bruises and bite marks, which thankfully nothing my Wonder Woman costume was able to hide.
Now after three months of patiently breaking her to my will, the time to show Dianah what gave me pleasure, had arrived. This day I followed her into the bedroom while she prepared to change, before she started undressing I turned all the lights off but one, I adjusted this lamps so it shone on her like a spotlight leaving me and the rest of the room in darkness. Turning on the CD with it’s prearranged slow music I told her to dance for me while she undressed. I could see her flush from embarrassment at being put on show like this, but none the less she began to slowly sway in tune with the music while reaching up to unbutton her blouse, and I slowly sat back to enjoy the show. Some people seem to think striptease is hip grinding, pelvis thrusting, and crotch grabbing, but me I like to watch the slow sensuous movements of a woman who is doing this to please someone she likes. It’s not bawdy sex but a slow tease to arouse the watcher. Though I was sure she had never done this before she was good. Turning her back to me as she slowly lowered her blouse off her shoulders and let it flutter to the floor while her hips rhythmically swayed to the smokey beat coming from the speakers. She then reached up behind her and undid the clasp of her bra and shrugged out of it, letting it join her blouse on the floor, she again turned to face me with her hands modestly trying to cover those well developed orbs. Her hands rose above her head and reached towards my ceiling with her wrists crossing and uncrossing in tune with her swaying hips and the music. I new she was getting in to performing for me when she reached behind her back and undid her dress and slid the zipper down, she then placed her hands on her hips and using their undulating movement to cause her dress to slide to the floor. Now dancing for me in just her briefs and shoes she moved closer to me trying to tease a reaction out of me. She must have been able to hear the increase in my breathing as I became more aroused at the sight of her dancing just for me. She put her hands up behind her head to undo her hair and smiled at my sharp intake of breath as her action caused her breasts to jut out at me, her hair fell free and flowed darkly around her shoulders, Wonder Woman in all her glory. She then thrust her hands into the waistband of her briefs and quickly slide them over her hips and let them slide down her legs, hooking them with one foot she flicked them in my direction. She now slowly moved, within the spotlights glare accompanied by the music and my heavy breathing. She finally stopped and came running over to me and drooped to her knees at my feet, placing her elbows on my knees she rested her chin in her cupped hands and looking deep into my eyes she said: “I know what you like, you like to watch.” “Almost right,” I said. “Are you ready to find out what I like?” She eagerly nodded and was bit at her lower lip in anticipation of my desires. “I like to watch women in peril.” “Peril?” “Yes, you know bondage. Women tied up and struggling, it’s a turn on for me and often for the woman who is tied up.” “You mean you want to tie me up and beat me.” “Beat you god no! I want you to know pleasure not pain. True bondage requires mutual consent and desire, a need to please each other. Would you like me to tie you up?” “Oh yes please, if that is what will bring you pleasure, then please tie me up.” Still kneeling before me she held her hands out with her wrists crossed in a sign of submission. If she had known the excitement that this created in me she would have known fear. “Oh to see a beautiful, powerful woman such as you at my mercy is going to give me pure pleasure.”
I led her to my closet and started pulling out boxes, “we have to dress you for the part.” I got out a pair of bright red spike heeled shoes and had her put them on, she had a momentary problem balancing in them but her athletic ability soon over came this. Next I got out a pair of midnight blue panties and she put these on followed by a bright yellow bra, I wondered if she would realize I was dressing her in her Wonder Woman colours. I then got out some rope. Staring at her I said time to tie you up, she held her hands out in front of her but I said: “no, behind your back makes you much more defenseless, as I was tying her hands I reminded her that there had to be trust and that at if anytime she became to uncomfortable she was to tell me and I would release her. I rapped the cords in an “X” fashion around her wrists four times, then straightened and aligned them making sure they were tight enough to hold but not crossed in anyway that would cause discomfort. Then starting at the right wrist I wrapped the cord around what was between her wrists making a neat coil that ended at her right wrist where I tied it off and tucked it out of reach. Dianah was not tied tightly but in such away that the ropes would not slacken and there was just enough tension to hold her prisoner. Finishing I stepped in front of her to admire the start of my handiwork, her arms forced behind her caused her massive breasts to push forward putting great strain on her small golden bra. I watched her struggle for a short while as she came to realize that though it was gentle restraint it was restraint never the less. I stroked her breasts where they jutted out over her bra and down her chest and belly and between her legs where I could feel dampness spreading through her shear panties. She groaned with desire and pressed down into my hand seeking relief. Removing my hand I stepped back, and she asked why I was stopping. I told her: “it’s not complete yet we need more rope.” Choosing another length of rope I began tying her arms together above her elbows, when this was completed her elbows almost touched in the centre of her back. Then applying more rope Dianah’s arms were securely fastened to her body by ropes passing over her shoulders, between her breasts and around her waist and attached at wrist and upper arm. Then getting out leather shackles which were attached to each of Dianah’s ankles, I told her to spread her legs apart, until they were about four feet apart and each one next to an anchor pocket that was in the floor, to these I chained her ankles. From my position I stroked up her leg and between giving her a quick little touch before I gathered more rope. Standing on a chair I passed this rope through an anchor in the ceiling the and secured one end to the rope passing under Dianah’s breasts, then pulling the other end of the rope through the ropes under her breasts on the other side I pulled it tight until she was teetering precariously on her spike heels. Another piece of rope was tied to her wrists and down to another anchor in the floor and pulled tight, this last rope held her firmly in position and stopped her wavering back and forth on her new heels. I stepped back to admire my handiwork, she could not move back or forth or from side to side, the ropes running between and under her breasts only served to accentuate their magnificence. “Perfect,” I said and as she opened her mouth to catch her breath, I slipped a ball gag in her mouth and secured it in place. “To muffle your screams,” I said, “Your very vocal you Know and the neighbors have been complaining about you.” Now only muffled sounds emerged from her as she realized she could no longer tell me to stop and that she could not get free. I watched in pleasure as she struggled with her bonds and tried to force the ball out of her mouth. Retrieving a vibrator from my dresser I undressed and took a seat in an arm chair facing her. Flicking the vibrator on and placing it between my legs I said: “struggle for me Dianah.” I turned the vibrator on full and went at myself with a will as I sat there and watched Dianah’s erotic dance as she swayed and gyrated in her bondage. I could see her eyes dilate with excitement as she struggled in her bonds and watched my hips beat a tatoo into the seat of the chair as I brought myself to a sweaty, moaning climax.
After slowly recovering I approached Dianah and blindfolded her with a silk scarf and then removed my shoes so she couldn’t here me moving about her. Standing quietly beside her I watched as she struggled, and would move her head from one side to the other trying to catch a sound that might indicate where I was. I could soon hear muffled pleas coming from behind the ball as she became more and more agitated, watching this once proud woman squirm and beg was bringing me to the brink of an other orgasm. If not for my skillful restraint she would have leapt straight up in the air, when my nails began tracing small circles around her heaving breasts. Her pleas turned to moans of desire as I began gently manipulating her nipple. Then I gave her a sharp slap across her ass cheek and another and another as I gently fondled her erect nipple, this double stimulus of pain and pleasure caused her to surge about in her bonds and she continued moaning into her gag as her arousal mounted. I stopped and quietly moved to her other side and stood watching, she continued writhing in her bonds and I knew her muffled pleas were for me to continue. When I reached up and stroked her other breast she tried to lean more firmly into my hand and upon me fondling and manipulating this nipple and repeatedly slapping her other ass cheek she began writhing and moaning as she experienced a torrential orgasm.
Being determined not to let her rest my hands stroked down across her belly, hips and down her legs to her feet. Here I removed her stiletto shoes and showed the true artistry of my work, her bonds were such that she could not place her heels on the floor but must stand on her toes. Kneeling before her both my hands traveled up her legs until they met. Here one hand began to stroke between her lips and slowly force her silken panties up inside her, this manipulation was rapidly pushing her up the hill to another orgasm and when I reached out with my free hand and began spanking her bottom she was driven over the edge into a series of orgasms culminating with what must have been a mind shattering climax. I let her hang there until all the tremors had subsided, then I removed her blindfold and gag. For a long while she could not speak as she gulped in huge amounts of air trying to clear her sex fogged brain. All the while I was releasing her from her bonds, when she was released from the ceiling anchor she collapsed prostrate at my feet and hugged my ankles sobbing how she had enjoyed this and saying we must do more. I carried her to the bath where I gently cleaned her sweat soaked body and ministered to her reddening cheeks. What a glorious start.
I was worried what her reaction would be at work on Monday morning, but there was no change in our relationship just a slight reddening on first seeing me sitting at my desk outside her office, then the rest of the week proceeded normally. I worried that she might feel different after this and want to stop but on Friday night she stuck her head out of her office and almost timidly said: “see you tomorrow morning. Whistling all the way home I made mental preparations for Saturday morning.