Page 25 of The Secret Club
“Have you been a submissive before?” Aaron asks me.
“No Sir, I have not. But I’m eager to please. I’ll do whatever you ask of me.”
“Excellent. I can see for myself. Let’s get a few rules for the morning sorted now.” Aaron speaks with an authoritative tone. “You will not speak unless spoken to. You know how to address me when you are spoken to. Any disobedience will require a punishment. When I ask you to do something, you do it until I tell you otherwise. You stay where I tell you to stay. You move when I tell you to move. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes Master,” I breathe out. This man is bossy, he knows what he wants, and he is not shy in the slightest about it. I’m in awe of such a strong man. And already a little bit turned on. What is he going to ask me to do? I don’t have to wait long to find out. I look up into his brown honeyed eyes. He’s at least Jame’s height or above at 6' 5".
“I will lead the way into my office. I have work to do as mentioned. You will assist when required.”
Asist?I wonder.How?
Aaron turns on his matte black loafers. Down the hallway and to the right up the staircase and into the first bedroom onthe left. I say bedroom but it’s a really large room with a four poster bed against the back wall opposite the door but also a large wooden regal desk on an angle to the right of the four poster. The desk is angled so that whoever sits at it has a direct view of the bed to its right and the window to the left. Seems strange, especially as the desk is not against a wall or under the window. Closing the door behind me says one word. “Strip.”
Walking over to his desk, he folds his long arms across his chest and perches his bum on the desk which only holds a laptop and his mobile phone.
I don’t want to hesitate and get into trouble, so I slowly pull my arms out of the cardigan and fold it over an armchair just to the right of me. I unbutton the top button of my blouse watching how Aaron eyes follow my fingers to each of the next buttons. He looks raptured. When I get to the bottom, I edge it off my shoulders and place it on the chair exposing my pretty cream lace push up bra.
I then reach behind me and undo the zip on my pencil skirt. I shimmy it down over my thighs and step out of it before bending down and picking it up for the chair. Standing in my heels and lacy cream thong and bra, I certainly feel like I’m giving a strip show.
I reach around my back and unclip my bra and let my breasts fall down heavy and full. I stare at Aaron whilst he stares back at my body, I notice a large bulge in his jeans down his leg. I’m pleasing him. That is a relief. Finally, I dip my thumbs into my tiny lace cream thong and shimmy the small piece of lace down my legs and step out of them still in my high black patent heels. Before I can place the thong onto the pile of my clothes Aaron speaks.
“Put them in your teeth and crawl over to me.” Heat flushes my cheeks and pools in my core.
“Yes Sir,” I answer dutifully before lowering to my knees. I put my thong in my teeth before placing my hands onto theplush light grey carpet and crawling slowly across the floor to his feet. I raise back onto my heels looking up at him with the lace between my teeth. Never in my life had I been asked to crawl. I feel a mix of embarrassment and horniness.
“Good,” he says. He reaches out his hand and takes the thong from my teeth and puts it down next to his laptop. Then he reaches down and rubs his thumb down my jawline and under my chin. The stroke feels like a reward, I almost preen for his touch. Up close, his eyes are honey pools and his pointed, stern face looks softer. He looks younger than I initially thought but still in his mid-forties.
Holding my chin so I can only look directly into his honey eyes he instructs, “Lick my right shoe.”
Confusion flickers in my eyes before understanding and then compliance. “Yes Master,” I reply and he lets go of my chin, nothing has changed in his voice or his eyes. He just watches. I feel horrified and horny all at the same time. What is this man doing to me? Embarrassment encases me, why would he want me to do this?
I lower my head down, incidentally raising my bum in the air. My face is almost as low as my knees as I draw closer to his left shoe. I tentatively reach out my tongue and touch the tip to the side of his shoe. It doesn’t taste bad, if anything it tastes like new leather. In fact they do seem to be brand new loafers. I flatten my tongue a bit more and lick again.How much of this shoe does he want me to lick?
I am not allowed to speak so all I can do is continue licking around the ankle and towards the front of the shoe. The longer I do it, the flatter and longer the strokes of my tongue become. I’m now lapping up at the shoe, I want to do a good job and please him, Aaron, my Master.
“Good.” Is all he says as he strokes my hair. That is all the reward I need to lap around to the other side of the shoe. “Now do my right.”
I move across and lap from the heel of his right shoe all the way around to the other side. I hope Master is enjoying the show because he’s certainly letting me do it for some time.
“Now stop. Look back up at me.” I do exactly what he says immediately and return to my kneeling with my weight on my heels looking up at him for my next instructions.
Master strokes his hand down my face, the touch feeling so intimate I don’t want him to take his hand away from my face. “Well done, you looked good licking my shoes. I enjoyed watching your tongue work and your arse in the air.
“Take off your heels and crawl over to that spot there to the left of my desk, just in front of the door.” Aaron points to the spot in the light filled room on the carpet. “When you get there, I want you to sit like you are now but with your knees spread wide apart and your hands on your thighs. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes Master.” I nod in response. I slide off my shoes and leave them where I was sitting before crawling across the soft, light grey carpet. Getting into position I watch as Aaron moves around his desk and sits down on his chair. Where he is sitting, he has a perfect view of me to his left, my nakedness and my open pussy. I’m completely exposed.
“Lower your gaze. And now stay there.” I lower my gaze to the sides of the desk and carpet.
I don’t know how long I kneel there but it feels like an age. The anticipation of how long I will stay seated and what he might do next is flooding my senses. I can hear him typing and working I assume. Does he look up at me? Does he like me sitting here naked waiting for his next instruction? It feels very freeing to have no other obligations but to obey his instructions.
“I need to make a phone call. When I do, I would like you to crawl under my desk, take my cock out of my jeans and strokeme. Then I would like to feel your mouth work its way up and down until I end the call. Do not make a sound.”
“Yes Master,” I answer, staying in the same position with my eyes cast down. A few minutes later I hear him pick up his phone and start speaking. He sounds just the same, authoritative and all business on the phone.
I take my cue to crawl under his desk, he’s pushed his chair back a bit to enable me to rise up onto my knees and reach for his jeans button. Using both hands I gently push the button through its hole and carefully lower his zip. To my surprise he is bare from boxers and hair. I reach into his jeans and pull out his long, hard velvety cock. The head glistens and my mouth waters. Before I peek out my tongue I remember my instructions of stroking first.
Using both hands, I grip the base with one and stroke my thumb over the sensitive skin under the head of his cock as I raise the hand up and down. Watching for his body’s reaction, I notice when he lowers back deeper into his chair and despite the conversation continuing above my head, he feels relaxed and pliant—well, everything but the rock hard pole between his legs.
