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HER TURN
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"Shit ! 11:55 already. If don't get this goddamed routine working
soon, I be late for lunch" muttered Paul under his breath, "and I
can't be late today".

"What's that ?" asked his co-worker.

"Nothing.. I just seems like something breaks whenever I'm in a hurry"

"Well, that's the price you pay for being a systems programmer.
Things could be worse ya know... At least we get paid well for missing
lunch."

"Yeah, but not today, my friend." said Paul "Got it licked ! That
index was off by one. Listen, I gotta run.. Can you test this for me
and put it online ?"

"Sure thing buddy, I didn't want to eat lunch anyway"

"Thanks, I owe you one" Paul said as he grabbed his coat, already half
the way out the door.

"4 minutes to get there.. Shit I'll never make it." Paul was
practically running now, taking the steps two at a time. Out the front
door, turn right, its only a block away.. There it is..  the Hotel
Lexington.. The usual room 214, up two flights of stairs. "Well,
better look presentable" thought Paul to himself as he straightened
his tie, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

"Come !" a low, female command emanated from within.

Paul opened the door and stepped into the glare of a light focused
directly at him.

"Close the door ! Your 2 minutes late, knave.. How dare you keep me
waiting!"

"I'm sorry Mistress Sonja.. I couldn't help it.. I ..."

"Quiet !" Came the barked order from somewhere behind the light.
Squinting his eyes, Paul could just make out a pair of 6 inch stilleto
heels, the long sensuous sweep of the legs above them losing itself in
the glare.

"Take of your clothes, everything except the tie.. I like that tie."
Sonja's voice was higher now, less full of menace.

Paul hurried to comply, stripping as quickly as he could. As he
removed his trousers, he took a step towards the dresser to lay them
down.

"Did I tell you to come closer ? Back in the spotlight !" her voice
regained it prior steely intensity. Hopping back into the light, at
last Paul stood naked, his raging erection dominating the scene as it
pointed skyward.

"Good, I'm glad to see you got nice and hard just for me.. Now down on
your hands and knees.. Crawl to me !" As Paul quickly complied, the
glaring light snapped off. At last Paul could see the object of his
compulsion. Seated in an armchair, one leg casually thrown over the
arm, Sonja was sight to give any man a raging hard-on.  Black stilleto
heels held legs rising to a body that would make any movie star proud,
except this one was clad in a black leather outfit that would make Mae
West blush.  Skin tight in all the right places, zippered from front
to back, the outfit made Sonja look like some 16 year old's fantasy
from a heavy metal magazine.. Except this was real. A heavy gold chain
tied tightly across her throat completed the scene, and complemented
her long blonde hair and fashion model good looks.

As Paul approached on his hands and knees, her blue eyes locked on to
his.  With one swift movement, Sonja's leg came off the arm of the
chair and planted a spiked heel on his chest, her foot on his
shoulder.  "Stop right there !  Do you like what you see ? Tell
Mistress Sonja you do.  Do you like her pussy ? See how the blonde
hairs shine, waiting for you." Sonja purred as she unzipped and began
to slowly, sensuously caress herself. "Do you deserve my pussy today ?
You were late to our appointed meeting.. I'm not sure you've earned
it.."

"Oh please, Mistress, I want you so much" whimpered Paul, "at least
let me serve you with my tongue"

"Well, very well then, you may approach", Sonja lifted her heel from
Paul's chest, and he immediately buried his face in the soft, warm
moistness and inhaled her sweet, dusky scent. His tongue worked like a
creature of its own, up down, darting in a out, now caressing her
clitoris with the utmost of care. Paul worked feverishly at pleasing
her for what seemed like an eternity masquerading as a minute.  He
really couldn't tell how long he'd been there - not that it mattered.

"Umm, Ahh, that feels so good, you're good to my pussy, Paul",
muttered Sonja from above him. "Oh Yes !!" At last he was rewarded to
see Sonja's magnificent body racked by a shuddering orgasm.

Sonja sighed, and quickly reached down for Paul's necktie, dragging
him to her face.  Her free hand found Paul's rampant cock. "Looks like
this guy still needs some relief", Sonja half smiled, "But I can't let
you have my pussy, not after you've been so bad and kept me waiting."

Standing up, she quickly knelt facing the chair, her leather-clad ass
thrust into Paul's face. "I tell you what. You may come in my ass.
That's seems appropriate... The servants entrance for a servant"

"Fuck me !", Sonja whispered as Paul buried his face in her blond
hair, and quickly moved into position behind her.  Her ass was as
tight as a virgin, but he quickly buried his entire length in her,
fucking her butt like a man with a mission. The zippers of her leather
outfit grated against his groin as he groaned and came deep within
her. As he pulled his softened cock out of her ass, they collapsed on
the bed in each others arms.  God he loved this woman !  He could
still remember when they met, and how they had decided to play this
game of alternating mistress - master each week on their lunch hour...

It had been at a company cocktail party.. They both had had a bit too
much to drink.. Enough to loosen their tongues and make them say
things they normally wouldn't say. Luckily not enough to make them
unaware of the electricity between them.  They had chatted and danced
half the night, until it was almost time to leave.

"Well, its about time to pack it up.. Can I give you a ride home ?"
inquired Paul.

"Now, how do I know your not some sex maniac, who'll handcuff me
to a bed and have your way with me?" teased Sonja.

"You don't.. Come to think of it, you'd look pretty good in handcuffs
- and maybe a chain or two.. Ever been spanked ?" Paul grinned.

"Careful what you wish for, you just might get it" Sonja shot back.
"Tell you what, I have my own wheels, but why don't you follow me
to my place?"

"Your wish is my command, Mistress Sonja, I'll be right on your
lovely rear-end"

That first night had been wonderful, in conventional sort of sense.
They'd gone back to her place and made love with abandon until well
after the sun was up. Sonja was an exciting and powerful lover, with
just the right touch of tenderness and danger to bring out the best in
him.  Still, they joked about handcuffs and leather so much, the idea
began to take hold in their minds.  Finally, they agreed to meet the
next Wednesday at the Hotel Lexington.  It was his turn to be master
that first week...

He had taken an extra long lunch hour just to be ready.  Heading over
to the hotel, he laid everything out on the dresser, where they would
be waiting for Sonja when she arrived.  Leaving the note where she
will be sure to see it, he slipped back outside for a walk around the
block while she arrived.

When he got back, she was waiting as her instructions had dictated.
Kneeling on the bed, she was clad only in a black leather choker, from
which a chain was fastened that lay on the bed before her.  Her hands
were clasped behind her in the handcuffs he had left.  Paul had told
her to trust him.. that he had the key. He was very glad to see that
she had.

Without saying a word, Paul closed the door behind him and crossed to
the bed, standing in front of his kneeling servant. As he quickly shed
his clothes, revealing his rigid erection, Sonja gasped at the sight
of him. Grabbing the chain in front of him, Paul slowly pulled Sonja's
head down, down from his chest to his waiting cock. "Open your mouth !
Suck me !" he commanded.

Sonja bent willingly to her task, servicing him with her mouth,
letting him fuck her there as if her lips were another pussy, her
tongue a second clitoris.  Damn she was good ! But he'd better be
careful. Didn't want to spoil the whole show by coming before they
even got started. He grabbed her roughly by the hair, and pull her
head back. "Not bad, wench,but before I come in your mouth I have
other tasks for you to perform - turn around"

Paul quickly undid the handcuffs from one hand, and re-closed them
over the corner post of the bed.. Now a second set of handcuffs on
the other hand and two more on the feet, and Sonja found her self
spread eagle on the bed, her master standing above her.

"Does Sonja want this cock ? Tell me where you want it. "

"Please Master, fuck me, I beg you" Sonja pleaded "I want your cock in
my pussy now"

"I'm not sure your ready for me", Paul said as he started massaging
her breasts with his hands, then kissing her nipples, working his way
slowly down her body. "Are you sure you are ready?" Paul continued to
tease her, working her passion to a fevered pitch. At last, he too
could stand it no longer. Quickly lowering himself on top of her, he
entered her tight, wet pussy in one stroke. Although she was still
chained to the bed, Sonja did everything in her power to assist him.
They moved as one for several minutes, Sonjas bindings and limited
movements exciting them both. In rush of feeling their passions
overwhelmed them and they came together in one long, shuddering
orgasm...

"Earth to Paul, come in Paul", the voice beside him broke into his
reverie.

"Huh, Oh sorry, Sonj... I was just thinking about the first time we
did this.  Remember, it was my turn that first time. I hope I wasn't
too rough on you"

"Obviously I came back" replied Sonja, "So I must have enjoyed myself,
right?"

"Yeah, I guess so" said Paul. "You know, It occurs to me once in a
while that outside of this, we really don't know each other too well"
- I mean I don't even know your last name !"

"Just use Mistress, or slave, whichever is appropriate for the week",
Sonja replied with a smile and a kiss.  "Names are unimportant"

Still, back at work, Paul couldn't help wondering who his wild and
wonderful playmate really was.  He knew they worked for the same
company.. She was at the company cocktail party after all. But he
didn't even know what she did. He had always assumed she was some sort
of secretary, but for who he had no idea.  "Well, I'll have to do some
investigative work one of these days" he mused as he headed home that
evening. "I've got enough problems on my hands right now, what with
the JS-79 OS rewrite and a new boss to break in starting tomorrow"

The next day, Paul was on time, even a little bit early, for his
meeting with his new boss.  "Turning over a new leaf" thought Paul..
"Maybe I'll even surprise Sonja next time it's her turn to play boss"

"You can go in now, Miss Farber is waiting for you", the secretary cut
in on his private thoughts.

"MISS Farber" thought Paul, "Shit I'm working for a WOMAN !"

"Well, better look presentable" thought Paul to himself as he
straightened his tie,  took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

"Come !" came the voice from within.

Paul opened the door, and stepped into the light from the early
morning sun streaming in the window. He could just make out the
shapely female silhouette with her back towards him at the window.
And that oh so familiar blonde hair...

"Close the door !  Then take off your clothes, everything except the
tie. - We won't be alternating weeks anymore.."