Under My Boss's Control

Without a word, he stood up and walked out of the room. Along the way, he turned out the lights and shut the door behind him. I was laying in the dark, shivering and processing the experience.

I could hear Mr. Lamb walk upstairs and across the house. He ended up in the bathroom and washed up in the sink; I could hear the water moving through the pipes in his house and down into the basement.

Next, he moved into the kitchen and cleaned up the dishes. I could hear the water run from the kitchen sink and the dishwasher getting loaded. I assumed he wrapped up the leftover food and put it in the fridge.

How long was he going to leave me here? Was it going to be overnight, or was I just being impatient? Had he done this to other girls at work? Maybe this was my new life now, trapped in his dungeon basement, unable to get out.

Oh, God, was that what this was? Did I misread him so badly? Was Mr. Lamb a total psycho? What did I really know about the guy? He was rich and had tons of property. Is this why his house was positioned so far from his neighbors?

“Mr. Lamb?” I asked the darkness.

I pulled on the restraints a bit. I hadn’t really been trying before, but no — I couldn’t move. There was no way to get leverage, and the cuffs were very solid. Still, I was comfortable, though my arms and legs were a bit numb from being in the same position for a while.

Taking a few deep breaths, I decided to calm myself. My initial reading of Mr. Lamb was correct: He would not let anything bad happen to me. This was all part of the game. He was making me wait. In the darkness, I had nothing but my thoughts.

Listening again, I heard nothing. I bit my lower lip. I really wanted him to come back downstairs and make me cum. I was so close! I needed it. I needed to complete myself.

In the dark basement, with no clocks or outside light, I started losing all sense of time. Had he left me here for a few minutes? A few hours? Would I have to wait until morning? It was beginning to drive me crazy.

But I dared not call out. I felt that that would be rude. No, I had to learn patience and discipline; then, I would be rewarded. That’s what all this was. I was being tested by Mr. Lamb, and I had to show him I was strong.

Suddenly, just when I thought I couldn’t take the isolation any longer, I heard the door open. Julius entered and slowly turned up the lights with a dimmer.

“I missed you,” I said with a moan.

He looked at me disapprovingly and stopped moving toward me.

“Sir,” I added.

He continued to the feathers and picked up another one. Again, he teased me. This time, it seemed like he was doing it longer. Every inch of me was alive as the feather brought forth tingling. After an agonizingly long period, he positioned himself between my legs.

I was moaning and dripping wet. He wasn’t even touching me, but I was squirming in the restraints. He was just sitting there, his breath warm against my skin, but he wasn’t touching me.

“Please, sir,” I said. “Please, eat me out, sir. I’ll do anything if you’ll eat me out.”

But still, he waited. I was flat on my back and couldn’t really see him, but I could sense he was just inches away from my crotch. He was breathing. If I could’ve broken the restraints at that moment, I would’ve grabbed him by the hair and shoved his face into my cunt. But I couldn’t do it. He was in control.

Total control.

Finally, his hands started touching me. I twitched. I could feel him spreading my pussy lips apart and then he licked at my womanhood.

“Oh, yes! Yes! Thank you! Thank you, sir!”

I was soon right back to where I was before, on the brink of orgasm. Somehow, the wait had heightened it to another level; to deny me pleasure was to bring me more pleasure in the long run. I wanted to touch him, to tear off his clothes and make furious love to him all night long.

Instead, I just raged against the restraints while he continued to lap at my pussy, which was now dripping so much I must’ve left a huge puddle on the floor.

“Oh! Oh, oh, oh! Yes! So good! Thank you! Thank you, sir!”

And then, it happened. I went over the edge. I had made myself cum before, but not like this. All the energy of my body was released at once. I felt a torrent of cum shoot out of me and into Mr. Lamb’s face. I writhed, releasing everything into it, and found myself quite spent.