by Janie Flaherty
(02/14/01)

It is their first Valentine's Day together, and she can't wait to see what the day brings. It starts, as every day does, with her waking him by gently sliding down under the covers and taking his cock softly in her mouth. She loves to wake up before him to do this, to feel the deep sexual stirrings in his body as he awakens to find her there, to feel his cock grow slowly to hardness in her mouth, to feel his hands grasp her hair as she loves him awake.

After she has pleased him by serving his cock so well, she crawls softly and shyly across his lap, offering her ass for his pleasure, asking him properly as he has trained her, "Master, will you please spank me?" But today he only caresses her gently, telling her she'll have to wait until later for this pleasure. He has trained her so well, and she finds that she takes absolute pleasure in being used by him, in belonging to him, in feeling always that she is completely his property to do with as he chooses.

As she starts to get ready for the day, he stops her and sits her back down on the bed. He brings out two gifts for her, and allows her to open one of them. To her delight she finds a pair of very sexy sheer stockings with a red rose embroidered on the outside of each ankle. She looks forward to wearing them for him later, but he explains to her that she is to wear them to her office today.

"Oh, no, Master, they're really not appropriate for work," she tells him, blushing.

"Janie, are you always going to obey me?" he reminds her softly.

"Oh,yes Master, I am," is all she can reply.

He tells her to stay on the bed and be a good little girl, and starts to select her clothes for her. When he dresses her like this it is the height of vulnerability for her, to be so trusting, so lacking in control over something as basic as her appearance. He stands her up, and slowly puts on her red lace garters and matching bra, leaving off her panties. He carefully pulls the new sheer stockings up over her thighs. She has learned that just this act in itself can almost bring her to orgasm, the feel of his strong hands on her soft thighs, touching her so well, not even going near her pussy, but exciting her completely. The small roses on her ankles stand out brightly, and he knows she will spend the whole day carefully crossing her ankles to try and disguise them.

She stands before him, looking totally slutty, blushing at the thought of how she looks, but then he lowers her red silk dress over her head, and she begins to look like she might be able to leave the bedroom after all. The flowing red skirt falls to mid-calf, accentuating the delicate stockings and the high-heeled red pumps that he places on her feet. Ah well, she thinks, it's Valentine's Day, I suppose I might get away with this at the office.

"Don't go too far away from your desk today, and take this other package with you, to be opened only when I tell you," he tells her with a sly smile as he kisses her goodbye.

She arrives at her office to compliments on her outfit, and many sidelong glances at her ankles from the men. She quickly closes her office door for privacy, kicking her feet up on her desk as she talks on the phone, feeling completely sexual as she admires the stockings and heels he has picked out for her. He calls her promptly at 10 am, and proceeds to seduce her over the phone, telling her to reach inside her dress and pinch her nipples, one at a time, and then to run her fingers over her bare pussy and lick them clean while he listens -- but then he tells her not to come, knowing that she will obey.

In the early afternoon he calls again, and instructs her to open the other package. She opens it up to find a beautiful, delicate gold chain of several layers, unlike any chain she's ever seen before. As she's telling him how unique and beautiful it is, he instructs her to put it on.

"You do know where it goes, don't you, Janie?"

"Around my neck, Master? It's so very beautiful, thank you," she answers.

"Make sure your office door is locked, Janie, and then lift your skirt up over your hips," he orders her. "The chain wraps around your waist, and then runs down between your legs and back up to attach at the waist. Put it on now."

She shivers at this, often wondering if anyone knows what she does for him behind her closed office door. She unhooks the chain and wraps it once around her slim waist, running the second layer down over her ass and up across her clit, fastening it near her belly-button. The cold gold of the chain makes her shiver again, but it's also a shiver of anticipation. He often has her come for him while they're on the phone, and she's hoping this time he will allow her to do so. But he tells her not to touch herself, to just feel the chain pull against her pussy and her ass as she goes about her day. She looks down at the chain caressing her soft skin, and she needs him completely. He knows that she won't disobey him and touch herself, for he owns her sexuality, he owns every orgasm she will ever have for the rest of her life, and she loves it that way.

She spends the rest of the afternoon trying to concentrate, trying to ignore the lust and desire that is building in her body every time she moves and feels the chain shift position and rub against her clit. When he comes to pick her up for dinner at 5 o'clock, she's almost on the floor with her need for him. He locks her office door, kisses her deeply, and bends her over her desk, kicking her legs apart, lifting her skirt up over her ass to her waist, admiring her new chain. He pulls on the chain as he caresses her, sending deep waves of desire directly to her cunt.

"The only thing we still need to match your red dress is your ass, Janie," he tells her. "Ask me."

She pauses, for this is so hard for her to do, especially here, even after all of her training.

"Now, Janie."

"Oh...Master, will you please spank me," she whispers.

He starts to spank her bottom with his bare hand, gently, quietly, then harder, and she keeps her hand in her mouth to stifle her cries and sighs. Every time he strikes her, she can feel the chain move against her clit, leading her toward her first orgasm of the day. He stops the spanking just short of her coming, and leans over to whisper to her, pressing his full weight on top of her on the desk, his cock pressing hard against her red ass, telling her only, "Happy Valentine's Day," as he slides his cock fully into her pussy, rubbing past the chain, driving into her, fucking her hard the way he knows she needs it, bringing her quickly to orgasm, then sliding out of her and using her wetness to help his cock penetrate her ass. He rides her, holding her hair until he comes deeply inside her ass, and she knows nothing but his power over her and her love for him and her absolute need of his control.

She knows she'll now feel the soreness of her bottom and the pressure of the chain as she sits down for their romantic dinner, but as she whispers words of love to him and he holds her tight, she can feel that their night has barely begun, and there is nothing in the world she won't do for him. She is so grateful to him, for his love, for his dominance, for his kindness, for his absolute knowing of her, that all she can whisper is, "Thank you Master. You own my heart."

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