'My slut is at your disposal, gentlemen. Use her as you wish.'
The younger man needed no further telling. Although his cock was still semi-hard he managed to start pissing and obedient to her Master's will, the slut drank the acrid yellow flow, swallowing it down without a murmur. The older man watched, turned on but disapproving. His younger colleague was acting like a kid in a sweetshop, he thought, wanting to try all the goodies at once, overcome with sheer greed. He had no thought at all for the woman he was using. Perhaps it's sentimental of me, he thought, but I couldn't use any woman the way he's using her, particularly not one who gave me such an enjoyable fuck and who has such a delightful cunt... My colleague has no finesse. He exchanged glances with his host. The Master gave a minute gesture with his hands as if to say, these things happen, you and I know better but after all, that's what she's there for... And the young man finished pissing and shook the last few drops from his cock into the slut's face.
Their host walked towards the desk and rang for his secretary. 'We're finished in here, Elisabeth, would you please call in and accompany my guests down to the boardroom?' Idly he stroked the slut's hair as he addressed the two men. 'Elisabeth will bring you some coffee and I'll join you in a few minutes'. A knock at the door announced the secretary's arrival. Smiling at the two men, she said, 'If you'll just come with me...' and led them out of the office. The younger man followed without a backward glance; the older man turned and almost spoke but, thinking better of it, turned back and followed the others out of the room. He'd wanted to express some sort of thanks but really it was impossible to find the appropriate words.
The Master and slut were left alone together. Gently he unfastened the chains and cuffs from her wrists and ankles but left the chain that still tethered her by the clitoris to his desk. Holding her by the waist he eased her off the desk and back into her basket, where he covered her solicitously with the grey fleece blanket.
'Rest for a while, my dear', he said. 'I'll get rid of our guests in an hour or so and then you and I can enjoy ourselves in private'. Squatting down beside her, he slipped a finger into her oozing cunt and ran it up and down her slit and around her swollen clitoris.
'I enjoyed your performance very much, slut' he told her, as she moaned and responded to his touch, pressing her shameless cunt against his fingers, wanting more. 'Be patient, little one, you'll get your reward' he chided, removing his hand and slipping his fingers into her mouth. Avidly she sucked on them, tasting her cunt and the older man's cum. 'And remember...' he told her, looking into her eyes and commanding her with his gaze, 'you are NOT to touch yourself or cum but wait until I return.'
The slut nodded, her mouth still full of his fingers. The admonition was unnecessary. All that she was, all that she did, belonged to him, her pleasure most of all. It was his to give and his to take away. As he left her in peace, she snuggled back down in her basket, her hands obediently pillowing her cheek and nowhere near her aching, dripping cunt. She drifted back into slumber, the weals on her skin throbbing gently, reminding her of her servitude, badges demonstrating her outstanding performance of her duties. Of course she would wait for him. She would wait forever if necessary. She would do whatever he told her and she would wait for as long as it pleased him... for her ultimate pleasure was gained simply in submission to his will.
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