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"Pour some more champagne for Louise and I," I said with a touch of mockery in my voice. He rushed to obey and it was noticeable that although his own glass was empty he did not refill it. I chuckled to myself. "A real submissive," I thought, "doing exactly as he is told and not realizing it!"
I then ignored him and continued my scrutiny of his wife. My searching gaze dropped to her legs. As she sat on the bunk seat of the alcove her thighs were slightly apart. The hem of her short dress had ridden up a little and was about six inches above her knees.
The muscles of her thighs had slightly flattened as she sat and the tightness of her dress outline the strap of her suspender. I had noted her chubby knees, calves and neat ankles in the office and close up they were just as good. I smiled into her embarrassed eyes and leaned back and took a sip of champagne as I looked from one to other of the young couple. Although we had not spoken much I had been so deliberate in and taken so long over my scrutiny of Louise that, taken with the time it had taken to get the champagne, half an hour had passed. I sat quietly drinking and watching Louise, gradually raising her anxiety level. I completely ignored her husband and I could see them exchanging continual frightened glances. Finally I glanced at my watch.
"It is time you two left," I said with authority, "I will be at your house in an hour. It doesn't matter what you wear Peter but listen carefully to me Louise.
You are to wear your very sexiest underwear and your prettiest dress. You are to be wearing the highest heels you have and you will have attended to your make- up. While you shower and change for me you, Peter, can make the supper. Anything simple will do." I looked into their shocked eyes and stood to allow Louise to pass me as she got up and moved out of the booth. I knew that she half expected me to touch her and that she was terrified but I desisted knowing that it would be all the sweeter later on. I leaned back and took a sip of champagne as I looked up at the young couple.
"Now get out," I said sharply, "and be ready for me when I come or you will both be very sorry. When I come to your house, you Louise, are to open the door. Peter, you will stay in the lounge until either I call you or until we come in. One last thing - make sure that there are fresh flowers in the bedroom." They looked at one another again and turned and made for the door and I smiled to myself as I saw the young woman reach instinctively for her husband's hand. They reached the door and she flashed me a last anxious glance before they left and the door closed behind them. I stretched out with satisfaction and finished the champagne. I went to my room and had another shower and ordered my car for a quarter to eight as the young couple lived quite close to the hotel.
At precisely eight o'clock I rang their doorbell and before the chimes had died away Louise opened the door and stood aside for me to enter the small hall. I smiled at her and looked her over from head to toe slowly and deliberately but did not touch her. She was wearing a very low-cut wrap-around dress made of a very soft silky clingy pale blue material held by a single clip at the waistline. As she turned to close the door I could see that from the back it clung tightly to and outlined every curve of her young body and when she nervously turned to face me I saw immediately that from the front it was even sexier because, in addition to clinging, the split skirt gaped exposing her thigh with each step as far as her stocking top. The neckline of the sexy dress displayed her cleavage to it's full advantage revealing at least half of her firm full breasts. She had left her hair loose falling to her bare shoulders in blonde sexy waves. She had clearly paid a great deal of attention to achieving just the right effect. Apart from a pair of small earrings she was not wearing jewellery. I could smell the delicate scent of her perfume in the small hall. I smiled at her and held out my hand which she took nervously. I could feel her small hand trembling in mine and I could sense that she was terrified that I was going to touch her.
She was clearly as submissive as her husband. I smiled at her, released her hand and indicated the door to the lounge which she opened with relief. I followed her into the comfortably furnished room.
Peter was standing by the fireplace and I did not miss the anxious questioning look that he flashed to his wife as we entered. I looked around and immediately walked over and took possession of a large comfortable- looking settee. I relaxed, leaned back and looked across at Peter.
"Get us some drinks, I'll have a whisky," I commanded brusquely, not even pretending to ask, "Louise, come here and sit beside me." He obediently went to a small drinks cabinet and began to prepare the drinks while his wife reluctantly crossed the room, looked down at me and sat beside me on the settee, as far away from, me as she could. Peter put my drink on a small occasional table at my right side and gave his wife what looked like lemonade. I indicated a chair opposite the settee and Peter sat down warily looking at us. I ignored Louise and began to talk to her husband about my visit to his office. I could have used this to make him anxious and insecure but that was too easy and too crude. There were much better ways. I complimented him on his performance in the office and let him know that was completely satisfied. He blushed with pleasure and I saw him beginning to relax. I moved along the settee until my hip was pressed against his young wife, trapping her in the corner of the deep seat. As I talked to her husband I slid my arm along the back of the settee behind his wife, still not touching her but this movement was enough to bring the anxiety back into his eyes. I could feel the tenseness in her body communicating itself to be through our touching hips.
As I continued to talk to her husband I dropped my hand a little lower so that it was now resting on her shoulder and neither of them could pretend otherwise. I saw the fear in Peter's eyes as saw my hand resting with an air of confident ownership on Louise's shoulder. I carried on with my analysis of the Branch Office performance under his care, but now I moved my hand lower along his wife's bare shoulder. I gently played with her blonde hair as I talked and ran my fingers up and down along the thin strap supporting her dress. I moved my hand slightly so that my fingers were slightly splayed on the bare flesh of Louise's upper chest just below her collar-bone and I gently caressed her with my fingers. She gave an involuntary gasp and I saw with amusement her nipples harden against the thin fabric. I trailed my fingers along the neckline of her dress towards the deep valley of her cleavage and as her dress was so low-cut it was clear to Peter that my fingers were now caressing the upper surface of his wife's breast. I saw him stiffen and his muscles flex as he stood to make at least a token protest. I looked into his eyes and what he saw inmine caused him to sink back in his chair.
"Sit down and stay where you are until I tell you to move," I ordered quietly and he did not miss the menace in my tone.
He sank back in his chair breathing heavily and watched with horror in his eyes as I moved my hand to cup Louise's full breast. Louise sighed and I could feel her tremble but she didn't say anything. As though nothing was happening out of the ordinary I continued to talk about the commercial performance and the competitiveness in the Market of the Branch Office but now my hand roamed freely over the young wife's full breast as I fondled and massaged the firm springy flesh under my hand, conscious of the bud of her erect stiff nipple in my palm. I kept on talking to her husband but it was clear that now he was not listening to me.
His whole attention was fixed on my hand as it played with his wife's firm breast. As I talked, I rolled her stiff nipple between thumb and forefinger and Louise gave a little groan and pressed her thighs together.
She was clearly being affected by the attention I was paying to her breast. I gave her flesh a last firm squeeze through her dress before withdrawing my hand to her shoulder. She gave a sigh of relief but her respite was short-lived as I slid my hand down on to her breast again but this time straight under the loose neckline of her thin dress.
I looked into the frightened young husband's eyes as I fondled his wife's breast through the inadequate protection of her flimsy bra-cup. Her nipple was like a warm bullet against the palm of my hand. Louise stirred uneasily under my caress and slightly parted her thighs. This had the effect of causing the slit of the loose wrap-around dress to gape and expose her dark nylon-clad thigh as far as her stocking top. I looked down at the exposed sexily covered flesh and gave her breast a firm squeeze making her gasp as I smiled at her husband.
"Very nice indeed, Peter. You have a very sexy wife and I appreciate her getting dressed up for me." He glared at me in impotent rage. I turned to Louise and smiled into her terrified eyes.
"I think it would be really nice if you sat on my lap, don't you Louise darling?" I asked her quietly. She looked at me in horror.
"Please don't make me. Please leave us alone." She begged wretchedly. I just smiled and squeezed her nipple through the thin bra. She gasped with shock and pain.
"Just do it," I said with menace and I knew that she would obey. I could feel her trembling against me and the faint smell of her perspiration was in my nostrils.
I withdrew my hand from the neckline of her dress and allowed her to stand. I could see her shaking as she straightened her dress. I moved along the settee so that I was sitting by the deeply upholstered arm. Louise appeared paralysed with fear. I reached forward and took her hand and pulled her down onto my lap. She was sitting with her back to the upholstered arm of the settee and her plump bottom spread comfortably on my thighs.
Her legs were hanging to my right although had I wished I could have lifted them on to the settee. I slipped my left arm round Louise under her armpit. I could feel the warmth of her flesh on my arm and I took immediate possession of her breast which I squeezed again with pleasure through her dress making her gasp with anguish. Her legs flexed a little and her thighs slightly parted making the sexy dress gape and revealing her right leg and thigh almost as far as her stocking top. She saw it and gasped, instinctively moving her hand to her dress to close it.
"Leave it," I ordered quietly, "clasp your hands in your lap and keep them there until I tell you to move them." I squeezed her breast a little harder to emphasise my point and she blushed but obeyed. As I felt Louise's left breast with my left hand I ran my right hand down her right arm to her fingers which rested compliantly in her lap and from there on to her thigh outside her dress. She gasped again with fear and shock. I could see her husband watching and I could hear his ragged breathing. I slid my hand down Louise's plump thigh relishing the feel of the material of her dress slipping against her stocking until I came to the slit in the wrap-around dress. I slid my hand into the gaping dress on to the inside of Louise's thigh just above her knee and I began to caress the soft flesh through the sexy nylon of her dark stocking. As I played with her I began to pressure her husband.
"Tell me about your husband Louise," I asked casually, "do you have a good sex-life and can he satisfy you in bed. Is his prick big enough for you?" She stiffened in my arms and I heard the sharp intake of breath from Peter. I could feel her beginning to shake but she did not answer me. "Well?" I asked, squeezing her nipple hard between thumb and forefinger through the inadequate protection of her thin dress and bra, "don't make me repeat myself or you will both be very sorry."
I saw them exchange glances and she made a couple of attempts before she was able to get the words out in her breathy teenage voice.
"We have a lovely sex-life and I am very happy with my husband." I laughed and looked across at Peter.
"Is that true?" I asked maliciously, "and don't even think of lying. Before tonight is over I am going to know everything there is to know about you two. If I find that you are not telling me the truth about anything I will take my belt and thrash your wife's plump sexy bottom until it bleeds. Now get on and tell me the truth." Louise gasped with shock and horror on my lap. I ignored her although I still held her left nipple between thumb and forefinger and my right hand was caressing the soft flesh of her inner thigh. Peter made several attempts before he could speak and he finally began to mumble, blushing furiously.
"My penis is not very big," he whispered almost inaudibly, "I usually have to finish satisfying Louise orally." I laughed at his discomfiture.
"I thought as much," I said, "stand up and take off your trousers and shorts. Don't bother arguing, just do it or I have told you what I will do to Louise. I might thrash her anyway because I enjoy doing it but if you continue to do exactly as you are told you may be able to save her some pain." Peter slowly stood up, unfastened his belt and pulled down his zip. I watched him take of his trousers as I played with his sexy wife. He put his trousers on the chair and paused. I squeezed Louise's nipple harder and she gasped with pain.
Peter hurriedly drew off his shorts and stood with his hand concealing his groin. I let him stand for a moment as I gently kissed his wife's ear, caressing it with the tip of my tongue and relishing her gasp of shock.
"Put your hands by your sides," I ordered her husband and squeezed his wife's nipple again a little harder when he did not immediately comply. "I have told you and I will not tell you again," I said with some menace, "do exactly as I say immediately or Louise will suffer." He dropped his hands to his sides and stood looking at me. I cupped his wife's plump left breast in my hand and continued to gently feel her as I caressed her inner thigh and looked at her husband as he stood blushing displaying himself. He had a very childish appearance with small almost hairless balls and a very small prick, about two inches when flaccid as it was at this moment and fairly thin. His hips were fatty, plump and girlish and his plump legs were smooth, almost devoid of hair.
"Come over here and stand close by me," I ordered, and was not surprised when he immediately complied. My threats were having an effect at last.
I slipped my right hand from the opening in Louise's dress and rested it on her thigh outside her dress as I looked up at her husband. I reached out and cupped his balls in my hand. He and his wife gasped again. I gently fondled his balls and his little prick began to stiffen. I whispered into Louise's ear, loudly enough for her husband to hear, "It looks as if your husband likes being felt by a proper man doesn't it Louise?" Peter stood blushing deeply with shame as he stood looking down at me feeling his wife as I fondled his little balls. I grasped his prick and gently wanked him to stiffness. Even with this stimulation his prick was less than four inches long and very thin.
"So that is all you have to satisfy such a sexy wife," I mocked, "no wonder you need to use your tongue. You are hardly a man at all. Just look at you, plump girlie thighs, hairless legs and little mounds under your shirt like little tits." As I spoke I continued to wank him and his blush deepened. I released his prick and slid my hand back into the folds of Louise's dress, gently but firmly parting her thighs.
"I am going to tell you both now how things are going to be tonight. Louise is mine for the night. I am going to do anything and everything I like to her. We are going to need a maid and that is your function Peter. Tonight you are going to serve us while I service your sexy wife." I could hear their uneven breathing as they looked at one another.
"I like my maids nice and sexy. You are about the same size as Louise so go upstairs and get out of those clothes. Put on a pair of her sexiest black panties and a black garter belt and stockings. Louise's bras are too big for you so don't worry about that. For the time being, find a nice sexy black slip and wear that. You have fairly small feet so force them into a pair of your wife's high heeled shoes. I don't care how uncomfortable it is, just do it." Peter looked as though he was about to cry.
"Please don't make me," he said quietly, "it is so humiliating." I laughed.
"Just go and get on with it," I said, "and when you are changed, put fresh sheets on your bed and check that there are fresh flowers in the bedroom. Make sure that the lights are nice and low and have a bottle of chilled white wine ready for when I ask for it. Then come down and lay out the supper for Louise and I. You will not be having supper. It won't do you any harm to lose some weight and I do not allow my maids to eat with me."
He looked at me once more and left the room on reluctant feet with dragging steps.
I turned my attention again to the sexy blonde on my lap. She became tense and rigid and gave a loud gasp, followed by quiet sobbing as she began to cry but I felt her nipple hard and erect under my palm. The strain was clearly getting to her. My attentions combined with watching my domination of her husband had broken whatever resistance she had and she wept quietly with fear on my arms. I blew gently into her right ear and whispered quietly,
"Give me a nice kiss, Louise." She looked at me helplessly her baby-blue eyes wet with tears and reluctantly raised her lips to mine. I gently kissed her closed tense lips, at first not pressing but just relishing the feel of her softness. I gently ran my tongue along the groove of her closed moist lips and her eyes widened. I pressed a little with my tongue and her reluctant lips parted. I tightened my grip on her breast and slid my tongue possessively between her lips taking complete command of her hot little mouth which I began to thoroughly kiss while I was feeling her. I casually explored her lips and gums enjoying the movement of her hot little tongue under my caress and despite herself, the passion of the kiss and the feelings my hand was evoking in her breast and nipple began to work her up. She began to pant into my mouth and I could begin to smell the unmistakable tang of a woman excited despite herself. I removed my lips and smiled down into her eyes wide with fear and reluctant excitement.