Emma takes control

Monday morning, to work. To see her again. I was torn.  On the one hand I found her captivating. She was beautiful and there was barely a minute that I didn’t think of her.

On the other, the things she had made me do.  I thought of her obsessively. I convinced myslef I could ‘play around’ with her just long enough to get laid, then I would finish it. There is no way I could let all of this happen to me and not even get laid. That would be too humiliating. This was the idea that I tried to force to the forefront of my mind, but whether I could ever leave her was not that clear. Neither was it totally clear that I would ever fuck her.

As I walked through the door to the office my eyes met hers. She grinned a grin that I knew too well. It made me squirm. “Fun weekend?” she enquired. I nodded, blushing. She then proceeded to totally ignore me. Pay me absolutely no attention for the whole morning.

I was angry and resentful. Then at 11:55 precisely an email. From her. My heart leapt in fearful, joyful excitement. It was short and to the point.

‘Pick me up at the front door in five minutes. I want you to drive me somewhere for lunch’.

I sprang to action. Leaving half finished work of varying urgency. An met her as instructed. I tried to ask about where she would like to go. But my tongue was tied. ‘Just take the country road, away from town’ We were right on the edge of the city, in five minutes we were out of the sight of anyone.

‘Pull over just here’, her hand waved to a parking space at the side of the road. I obliged. I glanced around. There was no where to eat here. Emma leaned forward, took hold of the bar beneath the seat and moved it right back, as far as it could go. She hiked her skirt. I felt like I would cum in my pants again. As she pointed down between her feet, she snapped her fingers. The short sharp sound made me start, without a word between us I struggled into that confined space and began my duty.  Licking at her, worshipping her scent, pleasuring her squirming my head in response to the pulls of my hair. Soon she was raising herself and pretting much masturbating on my face. And she came. Loud and hard.

Quickly she moved to the back seat, putting her panties back on and ficing her clothing. I could feel the dampness of precum in my boxers. I was hard and painfully frustrated, my hand had been rubbing at my cock and it moved there again. quickly she leant forward and sharply slapped my hand away. “STOP that”. There was an awkward silence. “I just brought you out for a bit of fun. You’ve had something to eat, Now take me back”.

I stammered my aquiescence. Glancing at her wet stains on the the seat next to me. I drove her back to the work car park as she tidied her hair in the back. When we stopped I was stuck forsomething to say. Forward she leant, her hand on the back of my head. Shivers went down my spine. “Go on” she coaxed. “Sniff the seat” Again I complied. Edging down  not really wanting to be seen to do this, but I knew I would have sniffed it anyway when no one was looking. “I saw you looking at it, I know you want to” She pushed me right down and rubbed my nose in it, Then with a giggle she got out of the car and I hurried after. As we were in the lift, she looked slyly at me. her hand tugging at my belt, her eyes glancing down at the uncomfortable bulge…. ” no long stays in the litttle boys room. Keep that there. I’ll enjoy thinking about it this afternoon” Another awkward silence. I swallowed. “Who do you think is the most attractive guy in the office?” I was stunned. I had really no idea. I felt the numbness in my lips and tongue from their workout. I searched for something to say.

“What about Jonny?” “He’s a dick” was my instant reply. Emma arched her brows placed a finger across my lips and spoke slowly and very clearly. “I think he has a big dick”. The doors opened I watched her ass as she strode confidently back to her desk. I felt awkward, I felt that I could hardly step withour something brushing against my over sensitive cock. I so much needed to cum. I couldn’t take my eyes or mind off her.

About 2p.m. I got an email, just seeing her name in my inbox lifted me in excitement. Then I read it. “Stop staring at me. Now. It’s weird and you’ll probably cum in your pants again.”

I was more than hurt, I was crushed.  But that was nothing. Over the next three and a half days she ignored me totally I don’t think she even looked at me. She avoided the most informal meeting were we might be together. I decided I would forget about her. We had had a bit of fun, that’s all. Then Friday came. That 11:55 email. I was to pick her up for lunch. The thought that I could refuse barelyflashed across my mind. In four and a half minutes, she was there. And she had brought Jonny with her. They both stepped towards the car, had a brief discussion about who would be in the front before compromising and both getting in the back. Where they chatted, flirted. I craned to see, and I saw Emma’s hand on his knee. She was definitely flirting with him. It made me mad. Emma leant forward, her forarm across both his knees, his hand on her lower back, telling me which way to go, like a taxi driver. And we arrived at a small sandwich place.

All the disappointment of the last few days, the renewed hope and excitement of the lunch time mail, then this. I was like a chaperone watching two people on a date. They both hardly spoke to me. I felt like I could cry. Pretty soon we were back in the office car park, Jonny went off to a meeting, Emma and I to the lift. I didn’t even look at her. I couldn’t. I felt like there were tears in my eyes. Then with a tap to my ass she leant and whispered…… 7:30, at her place. I couldn’t believe what I heard. Confused doesn’t come close.  I jumped at the chance. It was clear, she had me where she wanted.  And at 7:30 I was there. She sat me down on her couch, gentle touches of her hands. I had been determined to set things straight, find out where I stood on arrival. As usual, in Emma’s presence all previous thought were lost. I was putty in her hands.

“If we’re going to be an item…” she began I was overjoyed, us, together. Did she mean it? She actually asked if I would like that. And I confirmed the obvious. I wanted it more than anything. A further shock awaited me. Did I want an open or closed relationship? I was desperate to regain some sort of footing, to try and appear cool. OPen would be fine. But Emma wasn;t so sure. She asked again, I confirmed I wouldn’t mind if she saw other guys. Nothing would change that. Obviously I lied. Just seeing her with Jonny had maddened me. Then Emma really bowled me over. Sure, she didn’t mind seeing other guys, but there was NO WAY she wanted me to see anyone else.

Was that OK, stunned I nodded. “No other girls, no other guys” I snigggerg. Other guys, but she wasn’t joking. She was deadly serious and really quite aggressive about it. There were other things she expected from a boyfriend. She would want a say in what I was to wear. And most importantly she wanted to be the sole object of all my sexual desire. She didn’t want me even looking at,let alone flirting with anyone else. She didn’t even want me masturbating without speaking to her first. I was a bit sheepish over this last point. I had definitely been playing with myself a bit too much since that first weekend with Emma. Emma stressed the point, reminding me she knew I had masturbated i her panties. It made me uncomfortable the way she said that. It always did.

Of course I  agreed, even though it was a bit unsettling. I couldn’t stop thinking about getting laid. I was so horny. I hadn’t got laid in months.

Emma leant back satisfied. Victorious. I leant forward to kiss her, her fingers stopped my chin. I was left leaning awkwardly over her. She pushed me back. “So…..” she grinned “you’re going to wear what I say, stop playing with yourself, and I get to do what I like?”

She stood…. I tried  to weasel, I really didn’t like the sound of it put like that, but it was what I had agreed. Then she told me to follow her. For the first time I saw her bedroom. She glanced at me in the mirror with sly grins as she stripped to her underwear. My hand instinctively moved to touch myself and around she swung. Demanding that I ask first, reminding me that was what we had agreed. So I did. I asked. Nicely. I said please and I smiled. And she loved it. She really loved making me do that. And having me strip naked before I started. As she turned back to her mirror, leaning forward her ass out her voice rang out clear. “No cumming”. I could hardly really touch myself much. The head of my cock was soon wet. Emma had me sit up on the edge of the bed. She ran her finger over the swollen red helmet. And it was wet with a smirk she held it in front of my face. I could smell it. She walked to her wardrobe and threw on ashort thin black dress. I was called to zip her up. I stood behind her, as her voice turned sharp again, commanding. Telling me to keep back NOT let my cock touch her dress. She didn’t want and stains. She stepped into some heels and stood before me. Asking how she looked. I was lost for words, and this seemed to please her.

And then out she pulled a small sexy black nightdress. She held it out to me. I just knew what she wanted. I knew, but I pretended I didn’t. She was just a little bit patient. Bidding me put it on. Telling me not to wait up, she would be going out. I could sleep in her bed. Now we were a couple. I was heartbroken. I watched her walk to her door, scampering after her, but afraid to be seen. I sank down onto the couch. Angry. Hurt. And I masturbated. I tossed myself furiously and hard running back to her room to cum on the nightdress lieing on her bed. My face burned. I knew it was silly as soon as I had done it, I sponged the nightdress, releived the stain seems to lift. I had to do it naked, wherever my clothes had got to, I could not find them. I slipped inbetween the sheets and fell quickly to sleep. I was awoken by a giggling and the sound of the front door. Emma’s voice calling a farewell. My excitement leapt. I heard her moving toward the door, that noisy movement, not of a drunken, but a tipsy person. In she stepped, on went the light. she grinned.. “hello sexy” my ass squirmed at thee way she breatheed the words. She made for the bed like a panther, her hair was out of place her clothing dishevelled. Her lipstick smudged. She looked only more beautiful. Suddenly she stopped. Dead. She sniffed the air, a nervous smile came across my face, a look of thunderous anger over hers.

“You jerked off. ” I edged back nervously She was clearly mad. I tried to think of a credible denial. muttering was all that came. She slapped my face. A real hard, angry slap. It burnt. She slapped again. I raised my hand to touch the tender burn and she roughly yanked it down slapping me again. Soon she was straddled over my chest one hand held mine firmly down while the other slapped again and again. She called me a bitch, a slut a filthy whore. Names that made me shudder. And she slapped. I don’t think I have ever seen such anger, I gasped. First i gritted my teeth in silence, trying to catch her hand and reason with her. Pretty soon I was crying out with each slap. Then I was calling, begging for her to stop. It was pathetic. Soon she was leaning to her bedside draw and pulling a small bag.

She had hoped to avoid this she told me as she turned now straddling my stomach facing away from me. Her voice was now short, sharp and angry. She told me to part my legs, I gasped in excited shock when she took hold of my cock. I stretched to see around her, or from the morror to see what she was doing. It felt strange. A sort of twisting. a manipulation, but certainly she wasn;t masturbating me. And then a click. That terrible and final sound. A sound that would soon make me cry like a baby. Emma told me with obvious satisfaction that she had ‘put a stop to it now’. She shoved me to the edge of the bed. Sending me to sleep on the couch. Demanding a coffee an 9a.m. precisely. I quickly scampered to the couch. My left cheek burning furiously. my hand moving down, what had she done. I was locked away. In a chastity belt. Emma had indeed put a stop to it. However horny I was for the rest of that night, it brought me only pain. I could not masturbate again.