Power Ch. 02

By the time Joanne got home she was trembling with sexual need. She ripped her clothes off as soon as she got in the door and laid on the couch, already dripping wet. Spreading her long legs as wide as she could she closed her eyes and pushed two fingers into her and finger fucked herself to a quick orgasm. Her muscles clenched down on her fingers as she screamed in pleasure but she kept on going, pushing herself through two more orgasms. After ten minutes she was completely exhausted and dozed off for a moment sucking on her fingers, tasting the remnants of his cum and her pussy juice.

Joanne had always been a sexual person, loving sex and trying knew things. The twenty-four year old account executive had never thought of herself as being submissive but it obvious to herself that she was. She had obeyed him without question and without thought. It had been reflex. Looking back over the night, it was surreal for her to think about it.

What am I going to do? She asked herself. What am I going to do? Finally she decided to not go to work. She couldn't go to work, not the way things were now there. Joanne knew that she could never face him again. She would just quit and everything would be ok. Yes. That was what she would do.

Then she thought about the helplessness of her situation and she started to sob again. She was crying in fear and shock, desperate to figure a way out this situation that she was in.

She cried herself to sleep.

She woke up on the couch the next morning at six o'clock without the alarm clock. Se was sore, her legs aching and her pussy throbbing, both in memory of the mind blowing orgasms that she had experience and the feel of his huge cock stretching her. She sat on the couch and wondered what she would do.

Without thinking and on autopilot she walked into the bathroom of her small apartment and took a shower. It was like it wasn't her but someone else. She felt nothing as she dried her body off and then walked into the bedroom. She started to reach for a pair of panties, a thong, in her top drawer but without really thinking about it, she went to the other drawer and pulled out a pair of black thigh high stockings. Silently and without emotion she put them on and then walked to her closet.

She arrived at work right on time at eight-thirty and didn't look at anybody in the eye. The black skirt that she wore was flowing to hide the fact that she wasn't wearing panties but Joanne couldn't help but feel like a slut. Who would go to work not wearing panties? She asked herself but did not receive an answer. She walked into the lady's room and looked at herself in the mirror but did not recognize the woman that looked back at her.

Joanne stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Mr. Johnson but continued to walk toward her desk on shaky knees. Her breathing quickened and she felt faint but somehow stayed on her feet. She looked away when he smiled at her, knowingly, accusingly, victoriously. Taking a deep breath she sat at her desk and looked at the overnight faxes and other documents that required her attention. The chill that ran up her legs and to her bare pussy kept her aroused and she could feel her pussy quivering at the very thought of being fucked again. She wondered when he would call for her. He would call for her, right? He had to, right?

By ten o'clock she was absorbed by her work and she barely even remembered what had happened the night before. It was the farthest thing from her mind. While she read an inspection report for a prospective buyer she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Her whole body tensed and she caught her breath in her throat as her heart pounded.

Mr. Johnson didn't give her enough time to turn around. His mouth was by her ear, eerily close, so close she could smell his cologne and feel the heat from his skin. "You look nice today, Ms. Bauer," he whispered in his smooth voice. Joanne couldn't deny that he was a smooth talking and very self confident sonofabitch. "I'm glad to see you followed my instructions. I like it when my bitches obey." Her body stiffened in anger and her face reddened. "Yes, that is what you are, my bitch. You are my bitch until I decide not to keep you around anymore. If you don't do exactly what I say when I say, you won't have to worry about me fucking you. You'll have to worry about some dyke lesbian fisting you and using your tight little cunt inside prison."

He laughed harshly and she wished that she could just shrivel up and die. Joanne trembled in anger and fought back tears. Her breathing stopped when she felt Mr. Johnson's hands going up her skirt. She felt cold metal on her and gasped when she felt a small bullet-shaped object pushed into her pussy. Already semi-trained, her pussy muscles clamped down on it and she bit back a whimper of sexual arousal.

Mr. Johnson noticed this and laughed again. "I see you like it, don't you bitch? You can't deny the forces of nature, the forces that tell me you're a slut. You got so wet yesterday when I was forcing myself on you. I wonder if that hot cunt of yours ever got fucked so hard. Well, you're my slut now."

Joanne jumped slightly and almost screamed when he turned the vibrating bullet on to a low setting, just enough to arouse and tease her but not enough to satiate or satisfy. He laughed at the begging look she gave him. "No, not now. You need to learn a few things today."

Joanne looked down with tears in her eyes. She knew that she needed sexual satisfaction. She also knew that the very satisfaction she craved now rested on Mr. Johnson's whim and desires. She depended on him for that now. She fought back a sob at the knowledge she was helpless and lowered her head in angry submission.

"Do not take this out until I tell you to," Mr. Johnson whispered in her ear. "And don't even think about going to the bathroom to finger your hot cunt until you cum. You may only cum from now on with my permission. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she whispered. He wordlessly walked away, leaving her there, lost on her own thoughts.

It was difficult to keep her mind focused for the rest of the day but Joanne did her best. As she was reading over documents, she was continuously bombarded by the sensations that raced through her body, bringing every nerve to the surface as her body turned to fire. The constant sexual stimulation kept her slightly shaking and her breathing irregular as she fought to keep from flexing her leg muscles in rhythm with the vibrator; That would have been too obvious and would have only driven her closer to a maddening orgasm, which she was fearful of.

Early in the afternoon after an agonizing morning she walked quietly to the bathroom and inspected herself. She was not surprised to see juices and sweat coating her inner thighs, all the down to the tops of her thigh high stockings. Her legs were slick. She sat down on the toilet and cleaned herself up as best as she could, hoping nobody could smell the faint but distinct aroma of her sex. Joanne knew that she could smell it, only making her more aroused. Her whole body shook with emotion and sexual need.

As Joanne walked back to her desk, Moira, a slim striking brunette with a dark tan smiled and winked at her. Joanne blushed and retreated back to her desk, wondering what the wink was about. Joanne hoped that she could just stay in her cubicle and not have to talk to anyone else the rest of the day. More than once, she whimpered and gasped at the sexually-charged emotion that was flowing through her. Joanne had never felt this sexual before, this needy, this charged.

She got her wish as the last of her coworkers said their goodbyes and walked out the door, leaving her alone in her own thoughts. As the last of her coworkers left, she leaned back and let her whole body shake and ran her hands down her neck to her full breasts, touching her tingling and hardened nipples, shivering at the touch. God she needed sex. She needed to be fucked. She also knew that she would have to beg for it and that only made her juice all the more at the very thought.

"Ms. Bauer," Mr. Johnson's voice called. "Please come to my office."

On shaky knees and with a deep breath, Joanne stood and walked through the dark and dimly lit office to him without meeting his eyes. She stood in the center of the large office with her hands folded in front of her and her head bowed. She didn't know if this was correct or not but it was obvious that he wanted her submissive. To get her sexual fulfillment she would do whatever it took. Joanne already knew that she was at his mercy.

"Do you think acting submissive is the same thing as being submissive?" he asked from behind her as the door closed shut. Joanne jumped when she heard him turning the bolt. Not knowing what to say, she remained silent. "Do you think that you can just bow your head and remain silent and have me mistake you for submissive?"

Mr. Johnson was so close she trembled slightly in fear. Almost as if she could see it, Joanne cringed and closed her eyes. When the back of his hand smacked the side of her head she fell to the ground crying, dazed and confused, fearful. She cried out when his fist took her by the hair, lifting her body from the ground. Her scalp burned and she kept her eyes closed, wishing this was all a bad dream.

"Open your eyes bitch!" Mr. Johnson commanded, shaking her head painfully. With heart pounding, Joanne obeyed and looked up into his eyes. She was chilled to see them devoid of emotion, empty. "I asked you a fucking question! You answer, cunt, when I ask you something, do you understand?"

"Yes! Yes! I understand!" She just wanted the pain to stop. Her head throbbed and her eyes watered from her burning scalp. "I understand! Please stop hurting me!"

He laughed at her in contempt and then threw her down to the ground. "I haven't even begun to hurt you, bitch," he snarled. "Ger undressed, now, cunt!"

Quickly, she did his bidding, throwing her clothes off until she was completely naked and kneeling in front of him. She squirmed, uncomfortable at being in such a subservient position, unaccustomed to being submissive. The hum of the vibrator could be heard now and her thighs were slick with her cunt juices.

Mr. Johnson laughed at her again. "You're learning. I see you're sexually excited." He waited for an answer and she nodded her head. "Do you want to be fucked?"

"Yes," Joanne answered quickly, aching for a good hard fucking. "Please, I want t be fucked. I want you to fuck me."

"Even though last night, I forced you against your will?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

She only hesitated a moment. "Yes. Even though last night I was forced, I still want you to fuck me. I need to feel your cock inside me. Please."

Mr. Johnson laughed, loudly, humiliating her. It was a wild, manly laugh, unlike anything she'd heard before. She whimpered and looked away in shame but he young woman could not deny that she needed sex. She was under his complete control which meant that Joanne had to be completely submissive and docile in even the smallest thing. Just the thought of being completely under someone's domination was enough to make her whole body shiver in excitement.

"I don't think you want my cock bad enough," Mr. Johnson said with a grin. Joanne looked at him with shock and desperation, her eyes brimming with tears.

She yelped in pain as he picked her up by her hair and dragged her to the side of the room where there was an old straight backed wooden chair. He slipped the vibrator out of her cunt and laughed when she moaned in sexual need. He replaced it with a larger vibrating dildo that curved forward to stimulate her G-spot. She was immediately aroused and couldn't help but tremble at the feeling. The pleasure turned to need almost immediately as her cunt clamped down on the vibrator like a vise and she started to feel the tingling through her body as she worked up to an orgasm. She screamed when she felt Mr. Johnson pulling even harder on her hair.

"Don't you even think about cumming you bitch!" he snarled and turned the vibrator down to a low hum, enough to excite and stimulate but not enough to make her cum. It was torture for the young woman who was having the door to sexual control opened for her and forced inside the dark room.

Joanne looked up at him and whimpered, scared to speak, with desperate and frantic eyes. She needed to cum! Her mind was controlled by the sexual need and numbly moaned and whimpered as Mr. Johnson used duct tape high on her thighs and just below her knees. She yelped at how tight he was binding her, her eyes wide with shock at the obvious and very animalistic need that he was showing. Just the fact that he wanted her so much was enough to excite her.

Mr. Johnson stuffed a white handkerchief into her mouth and then used some more duct tape to fasten it. Behind her back her wrists were bound tightly, making her unable to even squirm very well. It felt like she was crawling out of her skin, every nerve alive, every motion, every touch a sexual experience. Joanne was going out of her mind.

"Is my little cunt in need?" Mr. Johnson asked innocently. He laughed at the way that she whimpered and moved, trying to extract sexual relief from anywhere she could.

He sat Joanne on the chair effortlessly He touched her nose lightly, with a chuckle and ignored her silent pleas. He then used quarter inch rope to tie her to the chair, just under her breasts so that she was completely unable to move. She gave him a scared, startled look as she finally realized how helpless you are.

"That's right, Joanne," Mr. Johnson said, reading her mind. "You are completely helpless. You are completely at my mercy. Don't you ever forget it." Mr. Johnson finally tied her legs to the bottom of the chair.

"Now don't go anywhere," he said with a chuckle and then turned and walked out the door.

After she heard the door click, Joanne fought the bonds while she screamed, unable to believe the situation she was in. This didn't happen anymore! There had to be some way for her to get free. Things like this didn't happen anymore. The more she fought the tighter the rope dug into her skin and the more she wanted to cry. She sobbed and gagged and almost choked she was so hysterical.

But also, the more she moved, the more Joanne realized that the vibrator was moving inside her, stimulating her, sending shockwaves throughout her body. Then she was moaning and screaming in sexual agony. She so wanted to orgasm but was too afraid to even release just a little. Logically she would have wondered how Mr. Johnson would have known but she remembered all too well her punishment; her ass still burned from the spanking.

How powerful he was! It wasn't right! Men didn't act like that anymore but Joanne couldn't deny that her head still tingled and burned from the way that Mr. Johnson manhandled her. And she couldn't deny that she was obeying him, perfectly. Or the amount of juice that was gushing from her cunt.

She wanted to scream from the sexual tension and her whole body shook as she fought back a mindblowing orgasm that seemed to be pushing toward the edge. Joanne squirmed, trying to squeeze her legs together, looking for the smallest amount of relief but found none.

As she squirmed on the chair she yelped through the gag as she fell over with a thud. After a time the tears came and she lay there, shivering and moaning in sexual need, her whole body taut with desire. Please fuck me. Please fuck me. Fuck my brains out. Use my body.

Joanne lost perception of time as her body writhed and gyrated of its own volition as her whole being became a ball of sexual tension. Nothing else mattered except the aching tension that rushed through her, holding her tight, waiting for release and orgasm. She didn't even know how long Mr. Johnson had been gone and could not even acknowledge his presence when he walked back in and stood, towering over her.

She only moaned as he lifted her up to her knees. Pliantly she waited, unable to do anything more, unable to be anything more than his sex object, no longer logically knowing that she was under his control, but knowing it in her core, deep within her.

Submissively, Joanne looked up at Mr. Johnson who stood over her expressionless with his arms crossed. Not knowing what else to do, she tried to kneel as beautifully and as subservient as she could possibly be. She squirmed at his silent, wondering, desperate to know if he would fuck her.

"I've been gone for well over an hour," Mr. Johnson said finally, lying to her. Truth be told, he had only been gone for a little over ten minutes, having gone outside for a cigarette, what with all these new rules for the fucking health conscious. "Do you have anything to say?"

She yelped when she felt his tear the duct tape from her mouth. Tears brimmed in her eyes but she remained silent, fearful of being smacked across the face again.

"I know that being submissive is different than acting submissive," she said with a trembling voice, "sir," she added, unable to explain why. She would have blushed except for the sexual need she was in when she heard his snicker at her.

"And what is being submissive?" Mr. Johnson asked, quietly.

Her mind raced, unable to think clearly through the sexual excitement. "Being completely subservient to you. Being obedient to you, thinking only of serving you, allowing you to control and dominate me in all things, in all ways and at all times. No longer thinking about my desires or needs and only seeking to fulfill yours and take care of your needs and desires."

Mr. Johnson only nodded.

"Please Mr. Johnson," Joanne begged. "I need to be fucked so badly. My whole body aches to be fucked. Please, do whatever you want with me, just use my body. Please! Fuck me, beat me, use me, abuse me, I don't care. My whole body just screams for anything right now! Please! Make me your slave!"

Joanne didn't even know she said it until she did. Mr. Johnson looked down at her and something clicked in his eyes. Oh my God! She thought to herself. What did I say? She thought in her mind. There was something wild and animalistic in his eyes that was beyond control. She looked up fearfully and saw his breathing quicken and then saw the bulge in his pants. Her mind quickly shifted to, my god, he has such a huge cock! I need it inside me.

Before she could think anything else, he was on top of her. He knelt down on her and pressed her tits into the rough carpet. Joanne shuddered and moaned when she felt the cold blade of a knife brush against her skin ever so gently. It seemed like every inch of her was alive as the cold steel ran down her back to cut through the duct tape that bound her legs.

Roughly Mr. Johnson kicked her knees apart and before she could respond Joanne felt Mr. Johnson ramming his huge cock into her cunt. Unable to hold back anymore, she came hard, screaming at the top of her lungs as her whole body tensed up and then her world went black.

Joanne didn't know how long she had been passed out but she woke up to Mr. Johnson slamming his cock into her with long hard strokes and pulling her back to meet his thrusts by her hair. She woke up moaning and once again her whole body was alive as her ultra-sensitive nipples were pressed into the ground and every touch, every sensation, every little brush seemed to send sexual energy to her cunt. She could feel her cunt still gushing juice as he fucked her.

"Fuck me, Mr. Johnson," she whimpered as she pushed back, fucking him as he rammed into her. "Use your whore. Make me your slut, your fucking whore! Make me your slave, Mr. Johnson, please! Just keep fucking me, just keep your hard cock inside my cunt! I'm your whore! I'm your slave!"

Her body erupted into another orgasm, her cunt muscles clamping down on his cock as he growled, forcing him in deeper and harder as he pulled on her hair, using it like a mien. "Ahhhhhhhhhh, I'm cumming! You're slave slut is cumming! Don't stop!"