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The EMT Ch. 11

First of all, to my many readers who have requested a continuation of this story, here is my apology and reward for your patience. Several years ago, my life took an unexpected turn, and I found that I had no available time to continue with the erotic writing that I enjoyed so much. The following chapter of The EMT story was partially completed, but a combination of writer's block, lack of time, and flaming comments made it impossible for me to complete. I am now going through another change (between jobs), and decided to try again to get this story going.

If you are coming to this for the first time, there are 10 Chapters that precede this one.

My thanks to all of you for the very kind words that you have sent to my e-mail address. To those of you who get offended by stories about married couples who love each other, but nevertheless enjoy extending the boundaries of their sex life to include other partners, my usual message. This isn't for you. Read something else. If you read this, don't comment. If you comment, don't expect it to stop me doing it again.

I hope most of you enjoy, and I really do appreciate hearing from you.


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"That was incredible!" he said, and Suzanne smiled at him and nodded her head in agreement. She sat up and reached for her glass of champagne, now much less bubbly, and offered him some, which he gratefully took before she drank deeply from the same glass. Squeezing his shoulder to indicate he should remain where he was and recover, Suzanne rose from the couch on wobbly legs and padded naked through to the bedroom and her bathroom. Tim finished the champagne and closed his eyes and remembered the incredible events of the last few hours, a smile of complete satisfaction on his face.

An instant, or fifteen minutes later, Tim was awoken by the sound of Suzanne's slippers clicking back into the room. He hadn't moved, and it took a second or two for him to remember where he was. He turned to look at Suzanne, and his heart stopped. She had tidied and cleaned herself up and had slipped her wedding night negligee over her naked body. For the second time in a week or so, she stood completely revealed in the diaphanous nothingness of this garment before a man who was not her husband. She knew she looked stunning, and she stunned Tim with the view she presented. She walked silently over to him, helped him up from the floor and sat him in one of the armchairs, before kneeling at his feet and looking into his eyes, his soft naked cock just a foot in front of her angelic face.

"Now Sir," she asked, "is there anything else this submissive little slut can do for you?"

The EMT -- Chapter Eleven

Suzanne woke up to the sound of the telephone ringing incessantly at the side of her bed, and as she automatically reached across for the 'phone, her brain started to register a number of things that were wrong.

First, the ring wasn't right, and the phone was on the wrong side of the bed -- she rolled the other way. Second, she was on the wrong side of the bed, and she was alone. Third, this wasn't her room. Fourth, parts of her body ached or were sore. Fifth, this bed was WONDERFUL; a soft mattress that seemed to cocoon her, a clean white cotton duvet that was like a warm bath, and fluffy pillows that cradled her head. Her growing awareness felt like it was being cosseted in a starched cotton-wool cloud.

All these things she noticed before her hand grasped the unfamiliar headset and brought it to her ear. She remembered where she was just as she heard Graham Leicester's voice speaking quietly to her. Then she remembered that it was Graham Leicester's voice. Then she heard what he was saying to her.

"Good morning Suzanne. I trust that you have slept well."

Suzanne stammered out a "Good morning" and realised that she had slept like a baby. She felt wonderfully rested and comforted in the large bed, which was still cradling her in such luxury. Then she remembered who she was talking to, and quickly added, "I have rested very well, thank you Sir."

"I'm glad to hear it Suzanne. I look forward to seeing you later today and hearing all about your adventures of last evening. I hope that everything was a success?"

The interrogative was clear from his intonation, and Suzanne had to concentrate to think of the answer, her brain was still so fuddled by the deep sleep from which she was still emerging. Eventually she realised what he was asking, and the events of the evening before were suddenly as clear as if illuminated by a flash of lightening on a dark night. The colour rose immediately to her cheeks as she remembered now why parts of her body were sore, and why she had slept so well. She stammered an answer.

"Ye..yes Sir. I believe that last night was, uhhm, quite, no, err very, or even totally successful. I'm sure that Mr Truman would say the same thing Sir."

"I never had any doubts Suzanne, but don't tell me now, save it for when you get back this afternoon. Ian and I will be patient until then. You are to meet Karl for breakfast in exactly one hour, don't keep him waiting."

The line went dead with a click and buzzed against her ear. She was in a dazed daydream as the events of the previous evening continued to come back to her, each remembrance shocking her in the cold light of day. She couldn't believe how she had behaved - her, until very recently a loving, caring, faithful wife, and a doting mother. When she thought of Clare, her hands came up and covered her face with guilty shock, as if she was hiding from the world; she realised she hadn't given her daughter a single thought since going down with Karl Solomon to meet and have dinner with Tim Truman the night before, not even when she had finally climbed exhausted into bed after saying good night to Tim at her hotel suite door. And the way she had behaved, had encouraged him to behave -- she couldn't believe it of herself. She was brought back to earth as the buzzing in her ear became suddenly silent, to be replaced by a tinny voice which said, "Please replace the handset. Please replace the handset." She put the 'phone down, checked the clock, and then lay back on the pillows and closed her eyes to remember.

She remembered being put into an embarrassing situation as she sat with Tim after dinner, and of being made to confess to Tim that she had a mysterious Master who had ordered her to do whatever Tim demanded of her (without letting Tim know that her Master was actually her boss, Graham Leicester). She remembered bringing Tim back to her suite, of being made to undress, and their first frantic lovemaking, which had resulted in their each achieving powerful orgasms. It was her subsequent behaviour that really surprised her. She started to think back through the events in the order in which they occurred.

She had left Tim in the living room / study, sitting naked and satisfied on the floor, and padded naked into her bathroom, feeling his cum starting to leak from her. She had looked at herself in the mirror in the immediate afterglow of her passion, and had seen a different woman look back at her; a sensuous, wanton woman that she had barely recognised from the quiet housewife of a few days earlier. For a few seconds, she had wondered what was becoming of her. She then remembered how she had reached out for tissues to wipe herself, and then had changed her mind and drawn back her hand. She had reached between her own legs to feel the sticky wet residue of her lovemaking with her own smooth fingers, and, exploring herself, her own smooth lips of her still gaping pussy, started again to feel her passion rising, her resistance melting. The same thoughts that had excited her when she had submitted to Tim, when she had wanted him to possess her, to use her, had started to impinge on her again. She hadn't been finished, and she'd known it. She had wanted to give more. All this came back to her as she relived the events of the night before.

She remembered sitting down naked on the side of the bath and opening her legs and looking at the inflamed lips of her sex, fascinated with the sight, removed from it as if she was examining another person. She had let her fingers play there, her eyes watching the effect they made, her head full of the feelings of surrender and submission that were so new and sometimes frightening for her. She had seen her own juices, and Tim's escaping spent semen making her lips glisten, leaving trailing strands behind her probing fingers, as they had stroked and pulled and caressed her. She had thought of Graham Leicester and the power he seemed to have over her, and she remembered the pleasure she got from submitting to him, allowing him to take all decisions about her, of being his sex slave, an object.

Then she had felt guilt and remorse at her own behaviour. At the same time that she revelled in her new self, her old self interposed and questioned the morality of what she was doing; what her and Ian were doing; what she and Tim had done. She was utterly shocked at the dangerous dive that she had taken. But she was excited. Visions of old black and white movies sprang into her head, where some vaguely remembered character listened first to an imaginary angel and then to an imaginary devil, personifications of conscience, first promoted the good and then promoted the evil. For an instant, she was diverted by the challenge of remembering which film had contained the scene; a dichotomy between the dark and the light, but even through this self-doubt and questioning, her fingers kept stroking, stoking the devil in her. Evil started to win out.

She'd suddenly had a desire to be dirtier, to submit further, and to be abused and used more than she already had. She had seen a large gob of sticky cum start to slip from her opening, and she had quickly reached for it and caught it with her fingers. Remembering the need she had felt to submit, how it had welled up inside her, made her blush again as she remembered how she had found herself reaching her spunk covered fingers towards her mouth, where she slowly and deliberately tasted them, closing her eyes with the pleasure of submission as she licked up the thick globule she had caught, savouring it in her mouth, feeling its silky richness, swallowing it with relish.

Her hand had returned to her pussy, her ring and index fingers sliding down either side of her slick lips whilst her middle finger teased her hard clitoris, rubbing and gently flicking it, before pressing hard against it, rotating it in the way that only she knew how. It had taken her only a few seconds to start another little orgasm rolling through her, the taste of spunk in her mouth, a quiet moan escaping from her lips, thinking how she loved being the plaything of Graham Leicester. The predominant thought in her mind as she came was the fervent hope that he would make her more of his slave and slut; that he would continue controlling her descent into depravity, that her descent would be complete, that she would be forced to endure more than she had even dreamt of.

A few seconds after she came in the bathroom she had resisted the temptation to repeat the experience of making herself come, knowing that she wanted to go the extra mile with Tim who was still quiet and alone in the room next door. She wondered what Graham would want her to do, and she made her decision on that basis.

She washed herself, tidied up her make-up and her hair, ran her hands sensuously down her body and walked naked into the bedroom. Her wedding night negligee was lying on the bed where she had left it when unpacking earlier. Graham had been specific in asking her to take it with her. She picked it up and slipped it over her head, looking at herself in the mirror again, and feeling the delicious thrill of knowledge that she was about to offer a virtual stranger a rare and precious gift; herself. She walked back into the lounge / study area, where she saw Tim awake from a doze as she stepped towards him.

His face had been a picture as he saw her, her fantastic figure visible through the transparent material of her flowing nightdress. She had helped him up and moved him to the chair, and then knelt at his feet, the negligee falling silently around her, and she had looked into his eyes and said the words she had prepared in the bathroom, the words that had been designed to invite his further abuse of her.

"Now Sir, is there anything else that this submissive little slut can do for you?"

The effect had been electric on both of them. She had felt so intensely dirty inviting him to use her like that. Tim had looked at her quizzically, and his until then flaccid cock had immediately stirred.

"Can I really ask for anything I wish?" he had asked, and she had delighted in answering.

"Anything at all," she had told him, "Well almost anything. There are no limits except one. If you ask for it, I will let you know it is not possible." She had thrilled at the secret knowledge that Graham Leicester had already reserved her ass for his exclusive use, even banning her husband from using her that way, and she looked forward to Graham exercising that privilege in the fullness of time. At the same time, she found the whole concept of inviting Tim's abuse amazingly liberating. It didn't taken Tim long to think about what he wanted to do with her.

"I have always wanted to spank a beautiful girl's bottom," he admitted with a schoolboyish grin; a quick thrill of excitement ran through Suzanne's body. When Graham had spanked her days before, a single hard slap, it had thrilled her and she had wanted more. When her husband Ian had playfully spanked her in the past, she had often found it interesting, and wondered what it would be like to be the subject of a more serious attack; Ian had really only lightly slapped her bottom playfully. Now it looked like she might find out for herself. Her sudden excitement caused a lump to rise in her throat, and she looked up at Tim expectantly.

Tim saw and recognised the look in her eyes. He was amazed. This beautiful creature obviously wanted him to spank her. His cock was already growing.

"Lie across my knees" he demanded, with more confidence than he actually felt; this was a first for him as well. Suzanne caught the uncertainty in his voice, and for her own sake hoped he would grow in confidence. She quickly rose as he slid forward on the chair, and she did as ordered, lying across his lap, feeling his stiffening cock growing beneath her belly. Without being told, she reached forwards and placed her hands on the floor on the other side of him.

Tim looked at the sight before him. Suzanne's see-through negligee was stretched across her back, revealing the perfect orbs of her naked ass to him, the sexy dimples in the small of her back just above. He couldn't resist reaching out with his right hand, curving the hand over her curvaceous bottom, stroking the flesh of her ass cheeks through the thin material of her negligee, and feeling the tension that was within her. As his hand moved across her he stretched the flesh of her ass, watching the two globes separate and come together as he enjoyed the feel of her.

Suzanne felt his sensuous caress, knowing how exciting this must be for him, feeling his excitement growing beneath her, and being excited by that in her turn. She was acutely aware of the skin of her bottom, which appeared to have grown in sensitivity, with the heat from his hand as it caressed her. She caught her breath as he reached down to grasp the hem of her negligee and to lift it up to her waist, exposing the naked flesh of her ass to the cool of the room. Once again, he caressed her lovingly, the tips of his fingers occasionally slipping between the crack of her ass to skim lightly over her puckered bud or soaking lips. But his words belied his gentle touch.

"I am going to give you six slaps on each cheek," he copied the words he remembered from the hard-core spanking clips he had seen on the internet, and which had excited his latent interest in this activity. "They will be hard. I want you to count each stroke for me." As he spoke to her his excitement and anticipation grew. "I am sure that your Master will want you to take this from me on his behalf." Tim wanted to remind her that she was under orders from her Master; the reminder did more than he hoped.

"Thank you Sir" said Suzanne, and for good measure, and because she so much wanted this to be a real test of her growing submission, she added, "I am sure that my Master would want you to be hard with me Sir". Again Tim's cock swelled with her words, although he was not aware of the rush of excitement that Suzanne felt in saying them to him.

Tim felt over her ass again, both cheeks, raising the tension, before he raised his arm above her, delaying for a split second, before bringing his hand down hard across her right cheek with a very loud crack. The slap actually stung Tim's palm, and he saw the immediate reaction of a red hand shaped mark appear on Suzanne's tanned bottom.

The breath was expelled from Suzanne's lungs as the slap landed, and she winced with the sudden pain, the muscles in her buttocks clenching in reaction, but she gritted her teeth and after a second or two, the immediate shock decreased, leaving a stinging burning pain as the blood rushed to the area, and her muscles again relaxed into their normal state, with an occasional tremor of reaction.

"One, thank you Sir" she said as bravely as she could. She felt the muscles of her cunt contract involuntarily with the excitement that she felt being in such a submissive and exposed position.

The hand rose again, paused, and descended with equal force on the left cheek, with similar results.

"Two, thank you Sir" said Suzanne after a brief pause to catch her breath again. Now both cheeks were stinging and red. Before continuing, Tim took time to slide his hands over her ass, feeling the warmth as it grew under her skin. Again, he took the opportunity to explore the wetness between her legs, and was gratified to discover that she was getting even more moist. It was clear to him that she was enjoying his rough treatment of her, and the thrill of his power over her coursed through him, swelling his cock to full erection.

For Suzanne's part, she tried desperately to analyse her reaction, although clear and logical thought was difficult for her in the depth of her submissive passion. It wasn't the pain itself that was exciting her; the pain was pain. It was the welcoming of it; the enduring of it, the submission to it that was exciting for her. She wanted to endure it for Tim and for Graham and for Ian. She waited for the next blows. They soon came.

The second blows on each cheek were equally hard, but with greater effect, landing as they did on the already bruised and tender flesh. Suzanne found it impossible to keep still after his palm landed so stingingly on each cheek, and instead found herself wriggling on Tim's lap until the initial reaction had died down, further stimulating his cock with her movements, until she was able to count aloud the blows as instructed. After each pair of blows, Tim stroked his hand across the complaining flesh of her ass, a soothing caress that Suzanne quickly learnt to enjoy as a respite from the searing pain, a chance to collect herself even whilst waiting for the inevitable next round.

At last, Suzanne took the final pair of stinging slaps. Whilst the blows had stayed constant in force, each round had relied on the previous punishment to escalate the effect on Suzanne, and she found that she had tears in her eyes when she was able to say, "Twelve, thank you Sir." Her head dropped, and her breath came in short gasps, and she felt her ass cheeks burning. It was the most severe and prolonged beating she had ever taken, either as a girl or as a woman, and she was mightily relieved that it was over. She felt a flush of pride in her endurance, and a squirm of pleasure as she felt Tim's cool left hand reach down to caress and smooth over her burning skin.
Tim looked at his handiwork, his prick was as hard as he had ever known it, and he knew he just had to do this again sometime. Suzanne's rounded cheeks glowed beneath his hand, and he felt her body sob across his lap. He reached across her to the coffee table and pulled a partially melted lump of ice from the wine bucket. She jolted when he touched it to her ass, and then he felt her press her bum back towards his fingers as he slid the cooling ice over her burning skin. As she thrust back towards him, the lips of her pussy between her slightly opened legs almost winked at him in their wet excitement. Tim soothed the ice across her damaged flesh with his left hand, whilst his right slid between her legs and found the soft wet folds of her sex. She was eager for his touch.

Suzanne now had a completely different set of feelings and emotions to any she had previously experienced. She was glad the punishing beating was over, for now at least, and was incredibly proud of how she had first invited it, and then endured it. She was equally grateful for Tim's considerate and cooling caress, which brought new tears to her eyes, this time of pleasure and love and fondness for the man that had just abused her so apparently cruelly, and for the remote Master that had put her in this position, and whose approval she sought so desperately. Above these feelings was an incredible lust and hunger; lust for Tim's intimate caress to continue and bring her to orgasm after her intense submission to him, and hunger for him, to return the pleasure he was giving her by his touch, to take him inside her, in her mouth or in her pussy. She wanted him inside her.

When Tim lifted her with his knees briefly, as a sign that he needed to adjust their position slightly, she rolled from his lap to the floor, quickly turned and hungrily devoured his hardness into her mouth. She was almost frantic with greed for him, tasting herself on him from their earlier lovemaking, and then tasting the dried remains of his earlier orgasm, which still remained on him. She loved the feel of his cock in her mouth and the taste of him again on her lips. Her legs parted beneath her, and one hand went to her own sex whilst the other was employed in feeding his erection into her mouth, before grasping the base of his cock and wanking him as her head rose and fell over him.

Tim's legs parted to allow her easier access, and she looked up at him, taking him out of her mouth, her eyes locked with his, she said, "Thank you Sir," she licked his cockhead, "thank you for spanking me," she slid her mouth over his hardness again, and then removed it, she took a deep breath, aware of the implications of what she was about to say next. "Please be harder with me next time". She engulfed him again, pushing him deep within her mouth until her throat accepted his head, which she held for a few seconds before slowly sliding him out of her mouth again, her lips reluctant to let him go, "I deserve to be spanked even harder Sir."

Now she ate him with a passion and a talent that even she did not realise she possessed. She made love to his prick, his phallus, with her mouth; taking him deep into her throat, licking the underside of his straining cock with her tongue, wanking him with one hand whilst the other frigged her cunt, desperate for him to shoot his load into her mouth, rubbing his musky maleness across her face, and swallowing him again. Her fingers probed her own dripping pussy, and she slipped four of them into herself, wishing she could take her whole hand. She deep-throated Tim until she nearly passed out, before removing him to catch her breath, continually wanking his hardness.

Neither of them could take much more. Tim was rapidly building to another climax, his legs tensing and straightening either side of her body, his butt cheeks clenching as she ministered to him. Suzanne's other hand slipped from her cunt and slid wetly around to her burning ass cheeks where she dragged her own fingernails across her tender flesh to remind herself of the beating she had enjoyed more than she ever thought possible. Tim squeezed his eyes shut and came, his legs suddenly and violently wrapping around her back, pulling her head onto his cock as the first spurt erupted from him into the back of her mouth. She gagged on it, expelled his cock, and then swallowed, but not before the next burst caught her face and lips. Her hand quickly returned to her pussy, and her mouth opened again to take whatever else he had to give, as she quickly frigged her clit, all that was necessary to start the climax that she had been holding off for some time. As the aftershocks of her climax ran through her body, as Tim's convulsive eruptions died down, her head sank into his lap, smearing his cum across her face and hair, nestling into his softening prick and quivering balls.

The two of them rested.

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Suzanne's reverie was broken. She was shocked to discover that she was still in the comfortable hotel bed, her hand between her legs. As she had relived the events of the previous evening in her mind, she had subconsciously aroused herself, and played with herself. She realised that she had come at the same time as she remembered reaching her climax the previous evening. The back of her mind wondered if it was possible to have a simultaneous orgasm with oneself.

She looked again at the clock on the elegant table at the side of the bed, and was alarmed to see that nearly forty minutes had passed since she had been awakened by Graham Leicester's earlier call; she was supposed to meet Karl for breakfast in 20 minutes. She jumped out of bed and headed to the bathroom, feeling again the soreness and tiredness in her body from last night's abuse.

Twenty minutes later, Suzanne was dressed and ready to face the world after a record-breakingly quick shower, make-up and hair session, which would have surprised Ian by its brevity. Suzanne had been known to take more than twenty minutes to put on her shoes, and this morning she had taken less time to do her entire toilet and dress. When Karl Solomon knocked at her door, exactly on time, she was ready to open it for him and to join him for breakfast. It wasn't until they were sitting opposite one another across the little square table, about to face the famous Hilton breakfast, that Suzanne was able to draw breath and think again about her situation. As the waiter buzzed around them, she became aware of the quizzical look she was getting from Karl. She realised with a blush that he was probably wondering what had happened after he left her alone with Tim the night before. Her thoughts were quickly confirmed.

"Well Suzanne, you look radiant this morning. I assume all went well last night?"

She blushed again, but nodded in confirmation, and then distracted herself by ordering the Eggs Benedict from the fussing waiter. After Karl had ordered, and the waiter had departed, she looked again at her companion, who was obviously expecting more details.

"Yes Mr Solomon, all went as planned. Tim came back to my room, for a nightcap, and he left at about 2:00 am this morning." The waiter returned with coffee and orange juice. "He seemed very satisfied at the outcome," Suzanne continued, drawing a smile of understanding from Karl.

"I would dearly love to hear all about it Suzanne, but this is neither the time nor the place. I'm afraid I shall have to forego the pleasure for now. Have you heard from Graham this morning?"

"He called me first thing," she replied, "but we didn't really discuss last night's events."

"Did he explain that I wouldn't be travelling back to Edinburgh with you this morning?"

Suzanne shook her head, and was a little taken aback by the news. In the back of her mind, she had been quietly anticipating more fun and games with Karl on the train journey home. As the news sank in, Karl explained that some urgent business had come up that he had to attend to in London, and that Suzanne was to travel back to Edinburgh alone, with strict instructions to report immediately back to Graham Leicester when she arrived. She nodded her understanding and assent.

They chatted casually over breakfast, before Karl rose to leave her. Before he left, he bent down and kissed her cheek, and whispered "Well done! Enjoy the ride home, and I'll see you later in the week." To the other hotel guests, they looked for the entire world like a successful businessman taking leave of his trophy wife for a day at the office, whilst she enjoyed a day's shopping in nearby Knightsbridge.

Suzanne finished her coffee before returning to her room. Karl had pushed a note beneath the door telling her she was booked on the 10:30 from King's Cross to Edinburgh, and she found she had about 45 minutes to pack, check out and reach the station. Once again, she found herself doing things uncharacteristically quickly.

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As Suzanne settled into her comfortable seat in the otherwise empty First Class carriage, her overnight case securely stowed in the parcel shelf above her head, she took a deep breath and felt her body relax into the seat. It was the first time since the ringing 'phone had awakened her that she had time to think and reflect. Her first thought was for her daughter Emma, and without thinking, she scrambled through her purse to retrieve her cell-phone, and she quickly dialled home to find out if Emma was missing her.

As the phone rang in her house in Edinburgh, Suzanne wondered why there was no answer, before she realised that it was the time for Emma to be taken to play school. She ended the call, cursing herself and her stupidity for missing the chance to talk with her daughter earlier in the day. Now she would have to wait until she returned home at about 3:00 in the afternoon before she could speak to her daughter, and by that time she realised that she would be arriving at Edinburgh Waverley Station, where she was expected to report directly to Mr Leicester.

Realising that she had so totally forgotten about her home life, her real life, prompted her reflection, and as the Express train hurried its way northwards, she found herself starting to feel a touch of guilt about the changes that had happened to her. She spent most of the four and a bit hours of the journey contemplating what had happened to her, wondering what she had become, and concerned that the changes within her should not be to the detriment of her daughter or her family. Her guilt grew as the time passed.

But she couldn't deny the incredible aliveness she felt, the impossible excitement that she had experienced as she had first dabbled with, and then embraced her previously hidden submissive side. Between guilt about her selfishness and concern about her daughter and the homesickness that, she realised with a shock, was the name of her sudden and unexpected depression, there were still flashes of pure eroticism and pleasure as she remembered how she had behaved, and re-lived what she had done. Occasionally, the sore flesh of her ass as she shifted on her seat also served to remind her of her recent depravity.

She was a company whore, willing to do whatever was demanded of her, contracted to serve the CEO and the company in whatever capacity they demanded. Her husband, Ian, was her willing accomplice. His boss Graham was her demanding Master. She was his pawn and his slut, and despite the guilt, she loved the position she was in.

The journey passed quickly and uneventfully, and before she knew it, her train was pulling in to the old station in the heart of Edinburgh. As she alighted the train and stepped onto the platform, she was already dialling home again, where her daughter excitedly picked up the 'phone as she entered the front door, Ms Pyrford closing the door behind her and smiling at the impatience of childhood.

"Mummy, mummy, I got a gold star in play-school! I did a picture of our house and it was the best ever."

Suzanne realised that her daughter was well, that everything was well, and as she started to ask Emma how she had been, she made her way to the taxi rank, and still speaking to her daughter, asked the driver to take her straight to Ruler Electronics.

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Suzanne was shown into Graham Leicester's office immediately she arrived, still pulling her overnight bag behind her. Graham was behind his desk, reading a document, and he waved her to leave her bag in the corner and take a seat in front of his desk as he finished reading the paper in his hand. Suzanne was slightly surprised that he was on his own, and took the offered seat as he quickly finished reading the page.

Graham reached for his pen and initialled the top right corner of the document, placing it carefully in a tray on his desk before he turned to Suzanne and gave her a big smile and all of his attention.

"Welcome back Suzanne. How was your trip?" he beamed at her.

Suzanne smiled back, slightly unsure how to react, but managed to say "Very satisfying Sir" before Graham was reaching for the phone handset on his desk. He stabbed the keypad, waited a second, before saying "Ian, join me in my office for a minute or two will you. Thanks. And better bring John with you too."

As Graham and Suzanne waited for their arrival, Graham offered Suzanne some coffee from the pot behind his desk. She declined, but he made himself a cup without another word. As he finished, there was a quiet knock at the door, which opened to admit the two men, Ian with a very sheepish and nervous grin on his face as he saw his wife sitting demurely in front of Graham's desk. John followed behind, smiling a hello to Suzanne as he entered the office.

Ian came straight over to Suzanne and pecked her on the cheek, gently squeezing her and pulling her to him as he whispered to her "Are you OK? I missed you." Suzanne nodded reassuringly at him and retook her seat.

"Pull up a chair you two," said Graham, and they did as he asked -- Graham retook his seat behind the desk, with Suzanne, her husband Ian and John seated casually in front of him. The two men could not avoid looking at Suzanne curiously, as if expecting to see some kind of change in her appearance or bearing.

Graham drew their attention back to him by resting his elbows on the desk, clasping his hands and speaking.

"I'm sure that you will both be interested to hear what Suzanne has to say about her trip, so I have invited you in to hear the story straight from her own lovely lips. Now Suzanne, I think you said your trip was 'very satisfying'. Why don't you tell us all about it?"

Suzanne, not for the first time in this man's presence, found herself blushing, but also recognised the feeling of excitement that Graham Leicester always seemed to be able to stimulate within her. She looked at Mr Leicester first, and then at the two other men, crossed her shapely legs, and started.

"Karl and I had a very good journey down to London, and we arrived in plenty of time for our meeting with Tim Truman. As ordered, I wore my black cocktail dress, which he certainly appeared to appreciate."

A thrill went through Suzanne as she uttered the word "ordered", it seemed so deliciously decadent to be describing to these three men how she had done as she had been told by one of them, how he had controlled what she wore and how she presented herself. A similar thrill went through her as she remembered the effect she had had on Tim Truman when he first saw her in the restaurant bar of the Park Lane Hilton. The guys watching her and listening to her start her story seemed mesmerised, and she felt absolutely the centre of attention as she related to them the events over dinner, up to and beyond the point where Karl had left her alone with Tim.

"When I got your call" she said to Graham, "I nearly died with embarrassment. We were relaxing after dinner, talking about the middle-east contract when my cell-phone rang. I was going to switch it off, but saw your name on the screen; luckily, Tim didn't see it."

She looked around at Ian and John before continuing. They were sitting listening to her with rapt attention, like two boys listening to a story from their mother.

"When you ordered me to call you Master, and I realised what you were doing, I was so excited that I actually think I stopped breathing, and Mr Truman was paying a lot of attention to what I was doing and to what I was saying."

Graham nodded to indicate that she should continue, and Suzanne hesitated before continuing.

"Tim quickly realised what was going on, and started to ask me a lot of very personal questions as soon as you hung up the call. I did my best to answer truthfully and frankly as you instructed, and as I am sure you would have predicted, this led to my quickly falling into the trap you had laid for me."

Out of the corner of her eye, Suzanne noticed her husband reach down and adjust himself, and she realised how much it must be turning him on to hear her recount her sexy adventures in front of himself and his senior work colleagues. And she hadn't even got to any of the really sexy bits yet, she thought. Once again, she realised how powerful Graham Leicester's understanding of her husband's psyche must be to have arranged this little recitation, she was sure, for the benefit and titillation of her husband Ian, and for his colleague John.

Graham interrupted her thought. "What kind of personal questions Suzanne?".

By the time Suzanne had recounted the conversation that took place at the dinner table, and had described how Tim had ordered her to take him to her room, Suzanne's audience were rapt with attention and hanging on her every word. Graham kept control, asking occasionally probing questions, keeping Suzanne on track, and of the three men present, he was certainly the coolest. Both Ian and John were listening excitedly to Suzanne's erotic story, the evidence of their excitement increasingly evident in their fidgeting and moving around in their chairs. Only Graham and Suzanne seemed to be at ease.

When Suzanne described to the men how Tim had made her undress for him, and then had taken her on the sofa, Ian let out a little groan which he was unable to repress. Suzanne left out much of the detail, especially about her little solo play in the bathroom, but recounted how she had cleaned up and, dressed in her negligee, had returned to Tim. At this point it was John who let out an audible indication of his excitement as he remembered how truly stunning Suzanne had looked when she had dressed similarly for him.

Suzanne wondered about how much detail to give of her beating at the hands of Tim, and settled for merely indicating that she had offered herself again to him, and that he had taken advantage of the situation to explore another side of his sexuality. Graham appeared very interested at this revelation, and pressed Suzanne for details, which she gave slightly grudgingly. In her mind she wanted to be alone with Ian when she recounted how she had wanted to be spanked and abused by Tim.

Half an hour later, her story was completed, and Graham was complementing Suzanne on a job well done. Neither Ian nor John had said a word throughout. Recounting the story, factually, in an almost detached way had, Suzanne realized, aroused her, and when Graham said "I am sure that Tim thoroughly enjoyed spanking you Suzanne, I hope that you didn't suffer any lasting damage?", she found herself responding "I don't think so Sir, although my sore bottom did give me a few gentle reminders of events as my train bounced its way back to Edinburgh".

The men were obviously excited at the story they had heard from the lips of this beautiful woman; Ian's wife, John's fantasy and Graham's slave. Suzanne looked at them all and again felt the thrill of submission and exhibitionism as she continued, "Perhaps you would like to see for yourself Sir." She addressed Graham directly, but let her eyes turn to Ian and John to include them in the invitation.
At Graham's nod, Suzanne rose from her chair before them. Her skirt fell to her knees as she rose, and she turned slowly around to face away from them, towards the window of the office. As they watched in silence, she reached behind her for the hem of her skirt, and slowly pulled it up to display her fine legs. The men's eyes followed the skirt up from the back of her knees, her shapely calves and narrow ankles disappearing into her elegant shoes with their high stiletto heels beneath, and then up the back of her thighs until her hold-up stocking tops came into view. Finally, her skirt was pulled over the cheeks of her bottom, divided by the thong of her brief panties, the beautiful globes of her arse clearly reddened and bruised by the abuse they had received barely 12 hours before.

All three men looked in awe at the picture before them, silent, appreciative, as one of Suzanne's hands reached behind and rubbed lightly over one cheek, as if to test the sensitivity, her manicured nails scratching lightly at the bruised flesh.

Graham, once again, broke the spell that captivated everyone in the room.

"I am sure there is no lasting damage Suzanne. Very well done on your first engagement for the company, now I am sure that you are keen to get home to see your daughter and to get unpacked, and I am equally sure," turning to Ian and John, "that you two have plenty of work to complete before the day is completely gone!".

The moment was gone, leaving only a beautiful memory and a lasting desire in the three men. Suzanne slightly reluctantly let her skirt drop behind her, and smoothed it over her thighs, as Ian and John rose from their seats and nodded to both Suzanne and Graham before heading for the door, each of them adjusting themselves as the even more reluctantly returned to work.

Graham picked up the phone and ordered his secretary to order the ubiquitous company chauffeur to bring the car around to take Suzanne home, and Suzanne thanked him, collected her overnight bag, and headed for the car parking bay.

Suzanne's first adventure as company whore and special agent provocateur was over.

More to come....
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