The Boss's Pet: Their Submissive Switch (7 page)

She could do this!

“I’d better freshen up. There’ll be a knock on the door soon.” She stepped inside and headed to her luggage to get her makeup bag.

“Your ass looks great in that skirt. Omar will enjoy touching you.” Nick laughed. “Pet, do
not
dry yourself before your escort arrives. Your new Host is looking forward to smelling that soaked thong.”

Sondra’s fingers shook as she applied fresh mascara and cover stick. She wondered what kind of man Omar was as she imagined him to be a mean, intimidating Dom at 6’5” with wider shoulders than she’d ever seen. The anticipation frightened her but made her wet and she wasn’t even at the meeting yet. Her inner muscles clenched and the wet thong had worked its way deeper between her cheeks.

Nick wouldn’t be going with her but she wished he could, if just for comfort in knowing he was there.

A knock sounded at the door and her stomach lurched into her throat.

Nick leaned against the bathroom door with a nasty smile on his face. “You’ll harden his cock as soon as he sees your ass in that skirt.”

* * * * *

Nick opened the door as Sondra stood at his side, butterflies swirling in her stomach like she’d never had before. Interviewing with Nick for his company position hadn’t bothered her this much but this interview would have a stranger demanding her wet thong and removing it himself. Her heart couldn’t race any faster.

The man standing in the hall wore tight leather pants, gloves, riveted leather straps across his upper body, and a leather masked over his eyes. His dark moustache trailed down to frame his chin. Sondra could only stare.
How could Nick allow her to be led away by this monster?

“Master Omar requires your presence. Follow me, please....NOW.”

Nick kissed her. “I’ll see you shortly. You’ll be fine.”

The man started down the hall and Sondra followed him, her mind going in too many directions. With not knowing what was going to happen or what was expected of her, her heart raced faster with each step she took. She was led toward a back hall where he pushed a button for an elevator. Without looking at her, he motioned her in then stepped in front of her, pushed a button for the basement and waited.

The elevator opened with a whoosh of cool air. Sondra’s mouth nearly dropped open as she followed this man into what she could only describe as a true dungeon. A long dark hallway loomed before her. Lanterns hanging on the wall lit their way.  She almost expected bats to swoop down on them. Her heels echoed on the tiled floor as they passed several doors then he opened the huge oak door at the far end.

The man motioned for her to follow him into the cold dark room with more tiles on the floor. When he flipped a light switch, a small lamp in the far corner came on, illuminating the room enough for her to make out items. Floggers hung over the mantle of the fireplace, hooks had been placed in the wall in several places and overhead chains were pulled to the side and secured.

Standing along the wall on the opposite side was a padded spanking bench with wrist restraints half way down both sides. Although the dim light hindered her view, she could see well enough to see those.

“Please have a seat there.” The man pointed to what appeared to be an antique cushioned dining chair with arms, facing the fireplace and the back of the chair facing the door. “When Master Omar comes in the door, you will immediately stand right here near the fireplace and keep your back to the door. Do not turn around unless he instructs you to do so.”

Sondra didn’t look at the man but kept her eyes down and instantly he left. Alone in the room, she made her way to the chair, sat down and looked around at the items used to secure submissives.
How many had been here before her?
Chewing her lip, she could only wonder how long she’d be kept here.

Several minutes had gone by and the longer she waited, the more her mind played nasty tricks on her. Would she be stripped naked in front of other Doms by this man? Would he make her get on her knees so he could test her abilities?

Grinding her hips into the cushion, more juices seeped onto her thong and she cringed. She could smell herself so knew Omar would smell her instantly.

Suddenly the door knob turned and she gripped the arms of the chair.

Widening her eyes, she listened.

Footsteps sounded against the floor and the door shut.

The footsteps stopped.

Then she remembered. Immediately she stood and stepped over before the fireplace with her back to the door. She stood as still as she could, her heart pounding against her chest waiting for his voice to boom across the room.

Silence, but she knew he still stood near the door.

She slowed her breathing in hopes it would slow down her heart.

Footsteps slowly moved closer until he was about two feet behind her.

He sniffed, then sniffed again. “You have a scent all your own.”

Silence surrounded them as she waited. Sondra wished he would stand before her but knew the lighting would still hide his features.

“Krystal said you were a gem but she didn’t tell me exactly how precious.” Omar kept her waiting. “Nick is a lucky Master to have a pet with assets such as yours.”

More silence and she couldn’t help but shift her weight as she stood in her heels.

“Place your arms out to your sides, palms up, feet further apart.”

She did as instructed and waited some more.

“You do as you’re told. Smart woman.” Warm fingers moved her hair to one side and it fell over her shoulder. Omar sniffed her perfume below her ear. “Your scent here is different.”

Sondra clenched her teeth as his hands caressed the top of her arms as she held them out, then he touched the bottom of her arms, moving in toward her body where his fingertips now stopped at the sides of her breasts. She knew he could gage her size as his fingertips pressed against her, then moved on down to her waist.

“You work out. I like a firm woman. She does well in the field.”

In the field...out in the hills behind his estate?

Then his hands moved down the sides of her hip, feeling for the thong, she was sure.

“Close your eyes. Our sessions at these get-togethers are not for torture. Some groups get together for that; we don’t. I hope that eases your mind. Our goal is teaching obedience and to see that our submissives know who their Master is and how to do what they’re told.”

She heard him move to the side as his hand moved down over her ass, squeezing to test the firmness of each cheek. Keeping her eyes closed as he stood in front of her, she could feel the heat of his body and smell the leather he wore.

“We don’t torture with caning, needles, hog ties, breast tortures or anything of the kind. Our way is to teach control over sexual tension that’s created by outside sources...to help you focus and allow our Doms to test their own skills. You’ll see and you’ll learn. Now put your hands behind you and clasp your fingers together.”

She did as instructed; her nipples stood at attention when his fingers lightly grazed over them. Each one puckered tight against her bra and she gasped.

“Very nice. I would guess your Master uses nipple clamps on a regular basis.” He pinched both between his fingers, testing her tolerance as he squeezed harder.

Taking a deep breath, Sondra refused to give in. How she wanted to open her eyes and see this man but he terrified her.

“You have a high pain tolerance. Another good trait.”

He lightly grazed beneath each breast, teasing her, making her drip as her mind tried not to envision how far he would go while they were here alone.

“Lift your skirt, slut. You’ve worn that thong for several hours knowing I would be the one to remove it so I know you soaked it. I can smell it.”

Unclasping her fingers, she placed her hands at her thighs and worked her straight skirt higher until her fingers touched the hem. Omar groaned as her skirt went higher.

“Step out of your heels, turn and face the chair, raising your skirt to your waist.”

Keeping her eyes closed, she followed each of his orders. Cool air surrounded her bare ass as her skirt uncovered it.

“Rest your elbows on the arms of the chair and hold onto the back; spread your feet as far apart as you can.”

He waited as she slowly obeyed.

Omar took in a deep breath and Sondra could feel her face getting hotter. Humiliation was just part of being a submissive and she should be used to this. Waiting for his next order made her seep even more and she hated that.

His fingers lightly caressed the crotch of her thong, careful not to touch her skin.

“My fingers are wet. You’ve done well.” Omar sniffed the air and groaned again.

Now his fingers slipped beneath the waistband and moved to the center of her back then back to each side, slowly slipping the waist lower, now down over her ass. He tugged a bit until the panties hung mid-thigh and even she could smell her scent. His large hands took hold of her ass and separated her cheeks.

Sondra cringed inside and her cheeks heated. Slowly his fingers traced her lips all the way to the front, then backward until he worked two up inside of her and swirled around.

Her knees weakened and a moan slipped from her throat.

“If you cum, you will be paddled with ten swats of my board.”

Sondra squeezed tight to the chair as his fingers pressed deeper, swirling over her g-spot, making her juices flow over his fingers; she could feel it.

“Sir, please?”

“Please what?”

His gruff voice didn’t sound pleased that she spoke. “Please don’t make me cum.”

“That would give me reason to feel you flow over my hand and allow me to spank you at the same time. Let me think about that.”

Sondra thought about anything but what was happening to her. If he broke her, she would be embarrassed to tell Nick she got spanked by Master Omar on their first meeting.

His fingers pressed deeper and pumped faster.

Her eyes flew open as the sensations took over.

Suddenly he pressed further and her knees buckled as she gushed over his hand and warm fluid slipped down her leg. He wouldn’t let up on her, but instead pumped her faster as her knees rested against the chair and still he didn’t stop.

Sondra’s breathing became rapid as she felt another orgasm build.

Omar pumped his huge fingers deeper, stroking her g-spot and making her cum several more times until she couldn’t breathe.

He slowed his pumping of her until her breathing returned to normal and then withdrew his fingers and she felt him wipe his fingers onto the thong. He pulled the thong up until it was back in place and he pressed the crotch against her pussy, absorbing her juices.

He patted her pussy, making her jump.

Master Omar stepped back but left her bent over the chair, her ass bare for his inspection. “You taste as good as you smell.”

More humiliation. She gripped the chair tighter and waited for more orders, bent over, her legs spread wide.

“You disobeyed and allowed your cum to soak my fingers without permission.” He pulled on her arm until she stood and led her toward the spanking bench.

Sondra didn’t mean to, but stopped in her tracks when she realized where he led her. Omar jerked her forward. “Lay over the padding and grab the bars on the other side.”

Shocked that Omar actually meant to spank her, she nearly panicked.
This couldn’t be happening!
Her skirt bunched around her waist as she placed herself over the padded bar and her bare feet dangled behind her.

Leather wrist cuffs were strapped on faster than she realized and she tugged against them.

“I would think you’d know better. I’ll be talking to your Master, slut. It’s a good thing he signed you up for my beginner’s classes.”

The paddle lightly tapped the inside of her thighs. “Spread your feet further.”

She opened her legs wider, exposing herself more and she hated this.

“Do you agree that you deserve the ten swats I warned you about?”

Again, humiliation heated her face. “Yes, Master Omar. I deserve to be spanked for cumming without permission.”

Omar tenderly caressed her legs down to her ankles and secured them wide apart. Her ass now belonged to a total stranger she’d not yet seen. His hand moved over her ass, caressing, squeezing, and then his fingers separated her cheeks. After taking his time obviously admiring her tied before him, he moved the strap of her thong to blow against her anal bud; her inner muscles clenched, wanting more against her will.

His thumb slowly slipped down between her lips to spread her honey up over her ass and before she knew it, just as slow, his thumb forced its way up her ass past his first knuckled and held her there. A moan of pleasure escaped her throat and he laughed.

“I’m pleased to feel that this isn’t the first thing you’ve taken here. You’re not virginally tight. I like that...and so do you. I can tell, which in turn will only soak that thong better for me.”

Omar slowly stroked her. “This week will be interesting for both of us.” Again her inner muscles tightened. She knew he felt it and he pushed his thumb deeper, pumped her for punishment; she couldn’t help but moan with pleasure before he withdrew.