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crazymonkey -> The Interview (11/21/2013 10:14:19 PM)
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The Interview
As Craig sat in the waiting area he ran through everything he knew about the company. Before a job interview Craig always did his homework. He had practically memorized everything that was publicly known about the operations and financial position of Domina, Inc. Domina, Inc. was a Fortune 1000 company that had about 400 employees and claimed the largest market share in their industry sector. Domina, Inc. had a luxury brand that served a worldwide elite clientele who demanded the highest quality in products and services. Domina, Inc. was the best. Domina, Inc. was THE leader in their field and they only hired the best.
Craig began to run through the names of the Executive Officers in his head. “The CEO is...”
"Mr. Brown? Ms. Angel will see you now." announced an impeccable BBC British accent. The accent belonged to a young handsome and well groomed male personal assistant who then escorted Craig into an impressively large and beautifully decorated corner office. The office was replete with all the trappings to which a successful executive is entitled: Oak desk, leather couch, coffee table, chaise lounge, meeting table, filing cabinets and book shelves filled with an array of various important looking books, reports and binders. Behind the desk sat one of the most beautiful women Craig had ever laid his eyes upon. She was a brunette with long luxurious flowing hair, a dark complexion and eyes that Craig felt somehow were able to burrow deep into his soul and see right through him. Craig felt unnerved and even a bit humbled. Being a normally cocky guy, this was a feeling to which Craig was not accustomed. He wasn't sure he liked it. No, he was sure. He did not like it one bit.
"Mr. Brown, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Ms. Angel. I own this company." she said in her posh British accent.
"Please call me Craig." Craig suddenly become conscious of his American accent hoping that it didn't make him sound somehow less impressive thus making a poor first impression.
"As you wish." she said almost dismissively. "Please sit down."
After they both sat, Ms. Angel said "Look, I'll come straight to the point. I know you are qualified for this job. Your CV is impressive. You come highly recommended. I have no doubt that you are capable of meeting the technical requirements of the position."
"Great. That's quickest interview I've ever had. When do you want me to start?" Craig interrupted with a cheeky smile and what he hoped came across as a twinkle in his eye and a humorous tone to his voice.
Ms. Angel did not seem amused. She continued with a serious intensity "In this position you'll be reporting directly to me. I know what I want and how I like things done. I can be very difficult and demanding to the point of being a task master. I've even been told by some that I can be a bit of a slave driver."
Craig wasn't used to hearing such blatant directness. His instinctive reaction was to make a beeline for the door.
"So I really have only one question for you..." This time Craig dared not interrupt again. "Do you have any problem reporting to a demanding female superior?"
Craig thought the choice of words was odd... "demanding female superior" instead of just "woman boss" or something similar.
"Of course I have no problem reporting to a woman. I've had female managers before and it's never been an issue for me." he said truthfully. "In fact, I prefer reporting to a woman." he lied. Craig thought to himself "Danger Will Robinson, what the hell am I saying? How desperate am I? Oh right. Tragically desperate and basically fucked. Just royally screwed" as he considered his current financial and immigration situation.
"Is that so?" Ms. Angel replied suspiciously. "You prefer having a woman above you?"
"Um, ah, yeah, I mean yes." Craig continued to lie as he considered the unusual vocabulary that Ms. Angel continued to use. "A woman above you" instead of "reporting to a female manager."
"Excellent! Because here at MY company all of the superior officers are women." Ms. Angel said emphasizing the word "MY." "All the men here at Domina, Inc. are subordinate to women."
"You mean all the managers are women and all the other employees are men?" Craig asked incredulously.
"Those are not the words that I would have chosen, but your description is essentially correct. Do you have a problem with that?"
"Um. No. Not at all." Craig said unconvincingly.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Absolutely. I mean, I'm sure it's just coincidental that all the managers are women. I don't mind."
"It is not a coincidence. It is by design and achieved through a pain staking selection process."
Craig really didn't like the way Ms. Angel said the word "pain."
Ms. Angel continued "Here all men are subordinate to women. Women are superior and men do their bidding. This is as it should be. All men are happier serving dominant superior women, but not all men are able to admit it. Men led by strong superior women are happier and more productive. Women served by subordinate men are also far more satisfied in their personal and professional lives. MY company's organizational structure is based on female superiority and this competitive advantage has allowed us to be the leader in our field. Does this shock you?"
"Um, well..." Craig considered his dire circumstances before answering. "No. Not at all." he lied yet again.
"Really? This is normally the point at which most of the male candidates decide they do not want the job. Are you sure?" Ms. Angel asked still not at all convinced.
Craig tried to sound sincere "What you said makes sense. You can't argue with results, right? I mean, there's got to be a reason why your company is on top. Maybe this is the reason."
"I do not believe you. I think you are just telling me what you think I want to hear." She said as her intense dark eyes continued to appraise him suspiciously.
Craig thought to himself "Maybe she really can see right through me. Usually women swallow my bullshit with far less effort."
"I think you are desperate and need this job. Do you think I let just anybody into my office? I had you thoroughly checked out before you were granted an interview. I know all about your former company's bankruptcy and the resulting immigration complications this has caused for you. I even know about your cute new English girlfriend. I think you will say just about anything to get hired."
Craig thought to himself "Is she reading my mind or something? Did she have a private detective investigate me?" Either way, Craig didn't like the idea. He felt violated and was starting to get angry. However, Craig tried to conceal his anger the best he could and then mustered as much sincerity as he thought was possible under the circumstances. "It's true I really want this job, but I'm also telling you the truth about me being fine with female superiority and all that." He continued his lie. Craig thought to himself "That's my story and I'm sticking with it."
"Are you willing to prove it?" Ms. Angel said still highly suspicious.
"Noooooooo! No way! " Craig's inner voice screamed in protest. But instead he said in an uncertain tone "Sure."
"You don't sound sure. Perhaps you should leave."
This time with determination Craig said "Yes, I'm sure. I'm willing to prove it."
"That is much better. Take off your jacket and tie."
"Why?" Craig asked.
"I will allow this one question this one time. However, from this point forward I will ask all of the questions. You will only speak when spoken to. Agreed?"
"Yes." Craig reluctantly and unhappily agreed.
"You have been chosen. I liked the way you looked in the pictures provided to me by our recruiting agency. I was impressed by your academic and professional accomplishments. I think you will be a nice addition to my collection." Ms. Angel said with delight. "However, before I even consider actually offering you a position here at Domina, I want to see what I'll be getting. Consider this a test drive."
Craig began to speak, but was silenced by a warning look and gesture fron Ms. Angel.
"Now, stand up, take off your jacket and tie and then place them on the back of your seat."
Craig did as he was told.
"Very good. Now, take off your shirt!"
Craig began to object and then was again silenced by another threatening glance.
"Fold it and set it down on your chair."
Craig reluctantly did as he was told.
"Now, turn around slowly two times so I can get a good look at you."
As Craig rotated as Ms. Angel admired his handsome physique.
"Very nice. I like my subordinates handsome. Now take off your shoes and socks."
Again Craig reluctantly complied.
"Take off your pants."
Craig hesitated. "This is going a bit too far." He thought to himself.
"Take off your pants now! Fold them and put them on top of your shirt. If you cannot follow the simplest of commands then you are no good to me. Just leave."
Craig started to unzip his pants.
"Hurry up, boy. When I give you a command I expect you to comply immediately and quickly without hesitation."
Almost without thinking, Craig reflexively took his pants off. He was surprised by his reaction. Craig responded to her command like a knee jerk reflex. He responded without thinking.
"What was that all about?" he thought to himself. He could feel the power of Ms. Angel's will. She was obviously a woman used to being in charge and getting her way. Craig felt intimidated. No woman had ever made him feel this way. He wasn't sure that he liked it. However he was acutely aware that there was a possibility that he might actually like being treated this way. This thought actually disturbed him more than anything that had transpired thus far. And there were so many disturbing things that had happened in the last few minutes.
Craig neatly folded his pants and then placed them on top of his folded shirt on the coffee table. Then he stood in front of Ms. Angel now only in his boxer briefs.
"Very good. That's much better. Now go lie down on your back on the meeting table."
Craig found this request... demand, he corrected himself... the oddest thing of all. "Why the hell does she want me to lie down on a table practically naked?" he thought silently to himself. He dared not ask this question aloud. Without any verbal objection he began to do as he was told.
Ms. Angel perceived his reluctance "Hurry up, boy! Do as you're told now!"
Craig responded by quickening his pace and laid down on the table.
"Good. Just close your eyes and wait there until I tell you to do otherwise. Do not move or make a sound."
Craig closed his eyes as he was told. Then he heard Ms. Angel walk over to the door and lock it.
Craig thought to himself "This can't be good. What the hell have I gotten myself into this time?"
Then he heard her walk across the room and what sounded like the opening and closing of filing cabinet drawers. There was then the sound of some rustling and moving about. What was going on exactly Craig could not be sure. Whatever it was increased Craig's already high level of anxiety. Next he heard footsteps approaching him.
"Do you trust me?"
"Um, I dunno. Yeah, I guess."
"Forget it. This is a waste of my time. Convince me or else we are done."
"Yes. Yes, I trust you."
"Good boy. Much better. You learn quickly. I like that in my subordinates. It pleases me when you are compliant. Of course, it also highly displeases me when you resist, delay or disobey."
Ms. Angel then firmly placed a blind fold over Craig's eyes.
"Open your eyes. Can you see?"
The world was dark. "No. I can't see a thing." Craig answered honestly.
"Good. This is the first part of the test for this 'interview'".
Craig didn't like the way she sarcastically said the word "interview" and the phrase "first part." "How many parts are there? What does she have in store for me?" Craig thought.
"Do not worry. Trust me. I do not want you to see. Instead I want you to use your other senses. I want you to focus on the sound of my voice and feel everything without any unnecessary distractions."
Craig wasn't sure he believed what she was saying, but he wisely kept his doubts to himself.
"Now, stay still. No matter what happens do not move. Just lay back and relax."
Craig felt something being placed around his right wrist. Then his left. Then his ankles.
"Comfortable?"
"Yes." Physically Craig felt fine, but he definitely did NOT feel comfortable.
"Good. Now take a deep breath."
Then suddenly Craig felt all his limbs being quickly pulled and spread apart. His arms and legs felt as if they were firmly stretched and pinned down.
"Try to move your arms and legs."
Craig couldn't move any of his limbs. He struggled and realized that he was definitely tied down spread eagle to the table in only his underwear.
"Very nice." Ms. Angel said with delight. "Now try to free yourself."
Craig struggled even harder this time but was unable to free himself.
Then Ms. Angle hit him with her whip. Craig felt an intense pain across his chest.
"Free yourself or else I will really hurt you."
Craig frantically tried to break free using all of his might. After a few minutes he gave up out of exhaustion.
Ms. Angel smiled with glee. She had snared yet another victim. No, much more than that. Craig was now her plaything to use for her pleasure.
Ms. Angel took out a pair of scissors. "Don't move or else you'll be sorry. From now on do exactly as I say or else I'll hurt you. Feel free to test me if you like. Nothing will give me more pleasure than to punish you for misbehaving or resisting. Now, don't move while I remove your underwear with my scissors. I want you completely naked. I want to see what your cock looks like. Remain perfectly still. You would not want me to accidentally cut anything off by accident would you?" Ms. Angel said playfully yet sincerely.
Craig froze in fear.
Ms. Angel cut the boxer briefs off of Craig.
Craig felt completely helpless. He was trapped. Naked. Exposed. Arms and legs spread apart. He was completely at this woman's mercy. He wondered how had he allowed this to happen. "Within in a matter of minutes I let her do this to me. What was I thinking?"
"You have a very nice cock. Just the right shape and size. Just the way I like them. This pleases me very much. I chose well."
Ms. Angel laughed. "This is going to be so much fun. Now you're mine. All mine. Your body is mine. Your cock is mine. I'm going to enjoy training you. Let's begin."
"OK. This has gone far enough. Let me go. You can't do this to me."
Ms. Angel whipped Craig again. Only much harder this time. He screamed in pain.
"Do not speak unless spoken to. I can do whatever I want. You are MINE! You will behave or else suffer the consequences. Do you understand?"
Craig said nothing.
Crack! Another whipping.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes. Yes, I understand."
"This can be easy or this can be difficult. It is up to you. Disobey, resist, delay or displease me in any way and you will be immediately punished. Obey and you might even enjoy this." Ms. Angel smiled.
"I do not like to ask twice. A slow or reluctant response displeases me. Do you understand?"
Craig immediately responded "Yes! Yes, I do!"
"I doubt it. What do you understand?"
"I must obey."
"Very good. Perhaps there is hope for you after all. Let's test your understanding a bit further. And what is the purpose of all this?"
"I have no idea."
Crack! Crack! Crack!
"There is only one purpose. MY pleasure. You obey and serve me. If you are bad or displease me in any way then you will be punished. If you behave and please me then you will be rewarded. You desperately are in need of training. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"I do not believe you. We will see. Are you ready for your training to begin?"
Craig hesitated.
"My my aren't we a slow learner. I guess you prefer to do things the hard way. As you wish."
This time Ms. Angel grabbed his balls and squeezed. Craig screamed out in pain.
"Yes! Yes! I'm ready!"
"Let's try again and see what happens. You're ready for what?"
"For my training to begin." Craig said genuinely hoping that this was the correct answer.
"Good boy. Consider this the company orientation training." Ms. Angel laughed. "Now beg me to train you. Convince me that you think that you need to be trained. If I do not believe you, then you will be punished."
Craig was pretty sure that just about the last thing on earth that he wanted was to be 'trained' by this woman. Despite this he said as earnestly as he could "Please please train me."
"Pathetic."
Squeeze! Crack!
"First off call me 'Mistress'. Do you understand?
"Yes."
Crack!
"Yes. Yes, Mistress."
"Much better. See? That wasn't so hard was it?" she said in a patronizing and teasing tone. "You are already learning and bending to my will. Your training has already started to sink in. Now, convince me that you need more training. If you do not convince me this time, then I will not be so lenient in your punishment next time. Be persuasive now!"
Craig did not want to find out what a less lenient punishment might be. His skin still stung from his previous transgressions. In a tone that actually sounded almost believable Craig said "Mistress, I need to be trained. I'm sorry for my previous disobedience. Please teach me how to serve and please you."
Ms. Angel smiled.
"You learn quickly when properly motivated. It usually takes much longer to break the will of my subjects. I think you might actually want to be trained. There must be a submissive tendency in you that just needs a little encouragement to come to the surface. Perhaps you will make a good slave after all. Craig, do you want to be my slave?"
Mistress Angel allowed him a moment to consider his answer.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I want to be your slave."
"I know that you are lying. But soon those words will be true. You just need more training. I sense a strong submissive streak in you. You take to training quite easily. Far more readily than most men. I think that you will eventually make an excellent slave and fuck toy."
Craig actually wondered if she might be right. This thought confused him and scared him. He hated himself for even considering the idea that Ms. Angel... No, Mistress Angel... might be right. Normally he was such a guy. Strong, independent and masculine. Confident and even arrogant to the point of being cocky. "Is she being honest? Do I really take to this kind of training more so than most guys?" Craig thought to himself. "Maybe this is just part of her technique to brainwash me? Is that what she's doing to me? Brainwashing? If so, will I be able to resist for long? Oh my God, how could I let this happen to me?"
Mistress Angel could read on his face the mental battle going on in Craig's mind. She had seen this look many times before.
"You wanted this to happen. A part of you knew exactly what was going to happen as soon as I told you to take your shirt off. You voluntarily allowed me to lock you in this room and to tie you to this table almost completely naked. You're a smart guy, but you barely made any effort to stop me. You only made a half-hearted token protest here and there along the way. This is happening because you wanted it to happen. Admit it. Convince me that you wanted this."
Craig surprised himself by actually thinking that she made a pretty sound argument. "I really didn't put up much of a fight." he thought.
Mistress Angel allowed him to silently think it over in his head.
Craig wasn't sure about much at the moment, but he did know for sure that he didn't want to be punished anymore. That whip - or whatever it was that she was using - really hurt. "Mistress, yes, deep down I wanted this. Please train me."
"Thank me and beg me."
"Thank you for training me Mistress. Please please please teach me how to serve you."
"Excellent. I knew it! I finally found a real sub that has a desire deep inside him to serve. It is possible that you did not even know it yourself that this desire was there. However, it would please me more if you knew all along that deep down you wanted to be submissive to a dominant superior woman. Did you always know that you needed to be treated this way?"
Craig sensed that this was a trick question. He was pretty sure there was only really one right answer. So he answered accordingly "Yes. When I saw you siting behind the desk I thought you were beautiful. I sensed your power. I hoped that you would be the one who finally was able to put me in my place."
Mistress Angel was truly impressed and pleased. This one really did learn quickly. Maybe he really did want this. Perhaps he was a true submissive male. She couldn't wait to find out for sure. This was going to be fun.
"I do not believe you. But fortunately there are ways to put this to the test. Let us begin by training your cock. Silly me. I mean training MY cock. Slave, whose cock is this?"
"Your cock."
Crack!
"Your cock, Mistress?" he asked / answered.
"Much better. Good boy."
"It is true it IS MY COCK now, but I know you do not really believe it. Let me prove it to you. Do you want me to prove it to you?"
Craig was pretty sure he didn't, but he said "Yes, Mistress. Please prove it to me."
"I'm going to show you that I have far more control over your cock than you do. It will get hard when I command it to. It will get soft when I say so. It will cum when I want it to, but this is the most important part of all... It will never cum unless I give my permission. Do you understand, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good boy. I actually believe that you do. Now I want you to try to keep 'your' cock soft. I will show you how easily I can make it hard against your will. It IS MY COCK and it will follow my orders. This is the first real training that you will receive."
Mistress Angel tightly tied a rope around the base of Craig's cock and around his balls.
"This rope will restrict blood flow. Even if I did nothing else, in a few minutes MY cock will get hard just from the tightness of the rope around MY cock. Does this feel good, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress" Craig answered honestly this time. It really did feel good.
"Do not forget to thank your Mistress. Manners. Do not be rude. You know what happens to rude misbehaving boys don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress. They get punished. Thank you, Mistress."
"Good boy. But MY cock is not hard yet and I am not patient enough to wait for the rope to take its full effect. I order you to try to keep it soft."
Mistress gently stoked Craig's cock. His cock immediately became rock hard and stayed hard. Even Craig was shocked by his reaction.
"You see? MY cock will do whatever I want. You have no control. Tell me that it is MY cock and that your body is also mine. Tell me that you are only here to serve me and for my pleasure."
"You own and control my cock. I mean your cock. This cock and this body is yours and for your pleasure."
"You are such a slut. A whore. Did I say that I 'own' this cock? Clearly you want this. I like that. Admit it!"
"Yes, Mistress. I want you to own my cock." At that moment Craig was so aroused that he thought that he might have actually meant it.
"Do not cum unless I give you permission. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Now I'm going to make MY COCK cum. If you can stop me you will be rewarded. If you cum, then you will be punished."
Mistress began to massage HER new cock that was attached to Craig's body. A body which she was also very pleased to now own.
This was the most amazing feeling that Craig ever experienced. Mistress Angel seemed to know exactly what he liked. Within seconds he felt close to a climax. He used all of his will to stop. He didn't want to like this.
Did this count as cheating? What would his girlfriend do if she found out? He'd tried to resist with all of his might, but the feeling was so intense that it overwhelmed him. In what seemed like an eternity to Craig, but actually was only a short while later, cum squirted out of Mistress's new sex toy. Her new cock shot its warm fluid into her carefully placed hand. She collected every drop in her palm. As she did this a grin grew on her face from ear to ear.
"I told you not to cum. Now you must be punished. Open your mouth and keep it open."
Mistress fed Craig his own cum.
"Now swallow every drop!"
Craig was reluctant, but dared not resist or complain. He knew the consequences of disobedience or resistance. He did as he was commanded to do by his Mistress. He did so without any verbal complaint. However, his face clearly showed his feeling of disgust.
Mistress was very pleased, but she knew that more punishment was required. She also wasn't done having fun yet.
Mistress removed Craig's blindfold. The lights were now dimmed, but he still needed a moment for his eyes to adjust. Mistress then pulled out three dildos. Each one bigger than the next.
"Choose which one of these you want me to fuck you with."
"What do you mean?"
Crack! This time he was able to see Mistress pick-up the whip and snap it across his body. He wasn't sure if she hit him harder this time or if it just seemed worse having to helplessly lie there and watch it happen.
"Choose!"
"The small one."
"Very well. Disappointing choice, but at least you willingly chose one. What do you want me to do with it? Before you answer, remember, if I do not like your answer I have many more options for punishment at my disposal. What do you want me to do with it?"
"Please fuck me with it."
"What? Where? How?"
"Fuck me with the small dildo deep in my ass."
"Beg me."
"Please. Please use the dildo on me. I want it deep inside so bad."
"Whore! I knew it. You are an ass slut. Good. This pleases me very much."
Mistress put Craig's blindfold back on. Then using her fingers, Mistress applied lube all around and deep inside Craig's ass. Then she slowly slid the dildo inside him.
Craig's ass was very tight.
"You're obviously an ass virgin. I like that. That will make this even more fun."
Gradually Mistress managed to get the dildo all the way inside him. At times Craig actually liked the way it felt. This made him even more confused and even feel a bit guilty.
The shocked look on his face - alternating between pain and pleasure - brought her more joy than usual. She really enjoy how Craig responded to her training methods.
"Do not cum without permission. Do you understand, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Mistress Angel began to stroke Craig's cock as she slid the dildo in and out of his ass. Within a few minutes Craig came yet again. It was the most intense orgasm of his life. It was an explosion that erupted from deep inside his body. He'd never felt anything like it before.
"I did not give you permission to cum. I warned you. You must love eating your own cum. You cum slut."
Again Mistress fed Craig his cum as punishment.
"You are enjoying this far too much. This is for my pleasure. Not yours. Now it is time for you to learn how I like my pussy licked."
Mistress Angel removed all of her clothes, climbed up on the table and then sat on Craig's face.
"Lick my pussy and make me cum, slave. If you do not do it properly, then you will be severely punished."
Craig began to lick Mistress Angel's pussy. After just a few moments she yelled "Stop! Stop immediately!"
Craig happily did as he was told.
"That was pathetic. Such a disappointment. Clearly I will need to instruct you on how to lick pussy properly. If you do not follow my instructions perfectly, then you will be well and truly sorry."
Fortunately for Craig, he was able to follow Mistress Angel's commands to the letter. Her pussy smelled and tasted good and Craig took to her instructions enthusiastically. Craig had always enjoyed "going down" on his lovers and he found this part of his "interview" far more pleasurable than he expected. He'd never given a woman oral whilst she sat on his face, but he discovered that this act really turned him on. Craig's cock once again became rock hard. All of this pleased Mistress Angel greatly.
As instructed, first Craig began to tease her outer lips. He was careful not to touch her clit - not yet. That would come later. In wide circles Craig softly drew an outline around her pussy with his wet tongue. Every once in a while he'd slip his tongue inside ever so slightly just as a bit of a tease. Gradually Craig increased the speed and pressure. He also slid his tongue between her lips more frequently and a bit deeper each time. Craig fell into a nice rhythm, speed and amount of pressure that truly pleased his new Mistress.
After a few minutes, Mistress Angel's pussy was dripping wet and Craig was told that now it was time to transition from teasing to something more intense.
Craig did as he was instructed and began to passionately lick her pussy up and down and all around like he was tasting something sweet. He imagined he was licking off chocolate that had been spread all over and deep inside her pussy. Mistress Angel began to moan with pleasure. Craig was surprised that he was actually happy that she was enjoying this so much. Considering what she had just put him through, he was truly shocked that it actually made him happy to please Mistress Angel.
Craig continued for several minutes until all the imaginary chocolate was licked clean. Mistress Angel was already on the verge of cumming, but she wasn't quite ready. She wanted a longer buildup.
Now it was time for a different type of teasing. Craig was commanded to use his tongue to very lightly directly stimulate her clit with continuous quick but very gentle up and down motions. Mistress Angel called these "butterfly strokes."
She moaned, but this time with a different tone. Mistress Angel made sounds that made Craig think that the butterfly strokes were creating a sensation almost like tickling.
After a few minutes, Mistress Angel began to rub her pussy up against Craig's lips with greater force. In response, and this time without being told, Craig began to gradually apply more pressure to her clit with his tongue. He then started making small circular counter-clockwise motions with the tip of his tongue pressed against her clit. After a few moments, Craig reversed directions. Then back the other direction. He alternated back and forth adjusting he angle and amount of pressure until he found a spot that made her moan with pleasure.
She was on the edge of cumming, but still not quite ready.
After a while Craig was told to go back to the up and down strokes, but this time with far more pressure than the quick gentle butterfly strokes he was commanded to use previously. Again Craig adjusted pressure, speed, angle and location until Mistress Angel was making a new loud sound indicating extreme pleasure.
Then following Mistress Angel's demand, Craig slid his tongue deep inside her. As instructed, he alternated between going deep inside and directly stimulating her clit. Mistress Angel moaned in response and ground her pussy hard into Craig's face. Now she was ready to cum.
"Suck on my clit, slave!"
Craig did as he was commanded and took her clit into his mouth. He sucked gently at first. He used his lips, mouth and tongue simultaneously to maximize stimulation.
After a minute she said "Suck harder, slave!"
Eventually Craig found exactly the right speed, rhythm, angle, pressure and spot. Mistress Angel moaned with the sound of deep intense pleasure.
"Right there. Don't stop! Don't stop!!!"
Craig complied and within a few moments Mistress Angel came hard. She felt an eruption of pleasure that vibrated through her whole body. She screamed with pleasure.
Fortunately the sound proof office kept all this moaning and screaming from disturbing the other employees of Domina, Inc. This allowed Mistress Angel to fully enjoy the moment without any need to hold back verbally expressing her feelings. The only thing she needed to restrain was her sub.
"Don't stop!" she yelled. Craig continued and she came yet again. And then one more time in quick succession. Three times in all. Each orgasm stronger than the last.
However, this didn't fully satisfy Mistress Angel. She needed a hard cock in her pussy. To her delight she discovered that Craig's cock was still rock hard. He had excellent stamina and obviously he was highly aroused by this "training."
Perhaps he was a true sub. He really did seem to enjoy being treated this way. This truly pleased her more than she could have possibly hoped for when the "interview" began.
Mistress slid Craig's hard cock into her now dripping wet pussy. "Don't you dare cum without permission! I'm going to use your cock until I'm fully satisfied. If you disobey again you will regret it. Do NOT cum without permission! Now move your hips up and down and fuck me the way I like. If you disappoint me you will be severely punished."
Mistress Angel then began to ride him slowly and deeply. Craig responded by angling his hips and thrusting in a motion that perfectly stimulated her G-spot. He was such a good slave and fuck toy. "This one really does have potential." she thought.
She could feel her pussy heating up preparing to orgasm yet again. She was so turned on. It was rare to find such a responsive and capable slave that had such good endurance and was so well endowed. She began to ride him faster, deeper and harder. Craig responded with equal intensity.
She didn't want to cum yet. She wanted to savour his cock in her pussy longer, but it was too late. Her pussy began to pulsate slowly at first. Suddenly her whole body started to convulse in wave after wave of pleasure. Each orgasm more intense than the last.
Her needs were just about fully satisfied. She was getting close to cumming for what she wanted to be the last time for this session. After all, she did have other work to attend to. "You may cum now, slave!"
Craig came almost instantly. Mistress also came at almost that same instant as she felt warm cum fill her already dripping wet pussy. From near exhaustion, she then collapsed on top of Craig's still bound body. For several minutes Mistress Angel lay naked and motionless on top of Craig's sweaty body enjoying the hot throbbing sensation that still lingered in her pussy. This intense session was far more pleasurable than her usual "interviews" and left her with the delightful feeling that her stomach had been tied into knots.
Eventually, Mistress put her clothes back on and then fixed her hair and makeup. When she was fully composed again she released Craig from his bonds.
Craig was a bit woozy, but managed to dress himself.
"You have the job if you want it. However, do not think about EVER telling anyone about your experience here today or about how Domina, Inc. is 'managed'. The entire session was video recorded by hidden camera. I doubt that you would like certain portions of the video made available for public viewing. Our editing department here is very talented. I think you might find it very embarrassing if friends and family learned what a kinky ass slut you are. I enjoyed playing with you. You have the potential to make an excellent sex slave. If you want the job then report to me here tomorrow at 8am sharp. Also, lose the girlfriend. Besides, I do not think she will enjoy your company as much after we fit you with a chastity device. I do NOT share my toys. You may leave now."
Craig exited the office truly humbled and confused. Even he wasn't sure if he'd return tomorrow morning. Mistress Angel was confident that he would return to accept his new position. She was rarely wrong about such things.
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