The Sales Clerk Ch. 02

After her punishment, Tracey had been sent back to work in the store. It was mid afternoon, and she would have to work for a few hours before reporting to Michael to see what more he had in mind for her. In the meantime, Michael's best customer, Gwen, who had participated in Tracey's punishment, was still in Michael's office and in no condition to go out in public.

"Please follow me, Gwen," said Michael as he walked over to a side door leading to a flight of stairs. He kept a small apartment over his store, and he often stayed there while in town working late. Over the years he had gotten his wife used to the fact that he would not always be coming home every night to their large house in the suburbs. She was naturally suspicious, but given her nice live style and her own freedom, she did not complain. In fact if she were really honest with herself, she would have to admit that fantasizing about her husband's absences was a bit of a turn on. She herself had spent some pleasurable nights in that apartment.

Gwen was still in a high state of arousal and very aware of her open blouse as she followed Michael up the stairs. He had shown her how he could take charge of a woman, and she was excited by the prospect that she might be next. Too many of her men friends were either cowed by her personality or solicitous of her money.

He unlocked the door at the top of the stairs and led her into a small, but luxurious apartment. The living area had several long, comfortable looking couches, both facing an entertainment center with the largest screen she had ever seen outside of a theater. On one side was a picture window overlooking the city. Across the room was a high counter separating the living room from a small kitchen. The counter was covered with expensive looking leather that made it look more like an elevated bench. A hallway beside the kitchen led to what must be a bedroom, or bedrooms, in the back. Modern paintings decorated every wall, and the entire area was covered with a thick, cream-colored carpet.

Gwen was impressed. "I see that the jewelry business is good," she observed. "I feel overly exposed in such elegant surroundings." Smiling at him coyly, she began to rebutton her open blouse.

"Stop," commanded Michael. "If you button one more button, I will spank you, and much harder than I did Tracey." Michael's tone was very firm, and his eyes held hers. He did not smile. After observing her reaction to Tracey's submission, he knew instinctively that she would be aroused by firm treatment, and he meant to give it to her. The thought of having this attractive, wealthy woman under his control was making him very hard. Surprised that he was no longer the gracious merchant, Gwen felt a little apprehension, but also a rush of excitement, and she dropped her arms to her side. She knew she had already gone too far with this man to pretend.

"Yes sir," she said softly.

Without taking his eyes off of hers, Michael walked over to her and looked down into her upturned face. Slowly he raised his hands and placed them on the bare skin of her sides. From there it was a short distance to the underside of her bra-covered breasts, and he moved over the space with agonizing slowness. When his hands finally closed over her swollen breasts, she leaned back and sucked in her breath.

"Now Gwen, my dear, you must realize that you are in my power," said Michael evenly as he lightly massaged her breasts. "You have abused my sales clerk, who will if instructed by me gladly tell others what happened. It would make a wonderfully titillating story in the local tabloid. But I think your social position would suffer a mortal blow. So now you will just have to let your sexuality take its course and trust that I will keep your secret. Do you understand? "

Michael's threat made her weak in the stomach. Now combined with her sexual excitement was the fear that she had let herself be manipulated by this man into a position of real vulnerability. Her money and social position had always given her power, and she couldn't imagine living without them. Somehow she had to regain her control in this situation. "Now Michael," she said, "it seems to me that we are both in the same position visa vie Miss Tracey. Your jewelry business and your marriage would suffer just as much from a tabloid article."

"Ah, that's where you are wrong," said Michael with a small laugh. "I would advertise a big sale and put Tracey on the cash register and business would boom. And as for my marriage, my wife would probably be turned on by visualizing what happened. Of course she would act like the wronged woman, and her friends would sympathize, and I would have to take her on an expensive vacation, but all would be well. Our marriage has been through a lot worse. "

"Oh, what have I gotten into," cried Gwen, as Michael continued to massage her breasts.

At that point Michael knew he had her. He was constantly amazed at how many women secretly wanted to be forced to submit sexually. Not all of them, of course, but he could usually sense which ones were the best prospects, and he knew how to exploit them for his own pleasure. He had been right about Tracey, and now he would see just how far he could go with Gwen.

"Don't worry, my dear. As long as you obey me, I will be discreet. And I know you will enjoy it". With that, he took her erect nipples between his fingers and thumbs and pinched her through her bra.

"Ummmm," moaned Gwen. "I guess I don't have any choice. "

"Correct. Now come over here." Michael took her hand and led her over to the counter in front of the kitchen. "Sit on that stool and keep your hands in your lap."

Gwen sat on the padded stool and folded her hands in her lap. Michael smiled at her and rotated the stool until she faced counter with her legs under it. Then he went around to the kitchen side and sat on a stool facing her.

"You will see that you are sitting on a special stool, " explained Michael." By moving this lever, I can raise it or lower it to just the right height for my purposes."

He moved a lever under the counter and the stool went slowly down. He had pushed her in against the counter so that as the stool was lowered, her bra-covered breasts gradually rested on the leather counter top. When he saw her breasts reach the counter, he stopped the motion, and then lowered the stool a little more so that her large tits rested on the top of the counter. Her blouse still hung open, and as her tits were pushed up by the counter, it fell to the sides, leaving her breasts pushing up and out like melons in a basket.

"You see, with my special stool and soft counter top, your bra is no longer needed," Michael said with a smile.

With the index finger of his right hand Michael began to tease the flesh around her cleavage and probe down under bra, while with his other hand he lifted her chin so that her lips were level with his. Leaning forward slightly he licked his tongue over her lips and pushed his finger deeper into her cleavage. Then he kissed her and began working her mouth open with his tongue. . Gwen moved forward to meet him, and felt her breasts pushed up by the soft counter against his hand. She was getting more and more excited by the way this man was manipulating her mind and body.

He pulled back from her lips and locked his eyes onto hers as he reached behind her and undid the clasp on her bra. The pressure from her breasts in their unnatural position caused the bra to almost jump off of her mounds as the clasp was released. Only the straps over her shoulders held the material over her chest. Michael, still looking into her eyes, reached under the counter and came up with a pair of scissors. With agonizing slowness, he cut the shoulder straps and pulled the bra completely away from her body. Now her bare breasts were laid out on the leather counter before him.

"Oh my," she breathed, "that feels so good, and so sexy. "

"Yes," he smiled, "nice big breasts like yours need to be held up and displayed properly. But I am not finished yet."

Moving behind her, Michael reached around her body and began pulling a leather strap that was installed on a roller hidden under the counter top. He quickly drew the strap around her back and put the end through a bracket attached to the side of the counter. When he pulled on the free end, the strap closed around her back and pulled her up against the counter, with the bracket automatically locking the strap in place in the middle of her back. She was effectively tied to the counter.

"Oh Michael," she exclaimed, " I couldn't move if I wanted to." Then, turning her head to look at him, she added, "not that I want to."

"Only one more thing," he said with a slightly evil grin, "you must have your hands secured as well."

In her bound position she was helpless to resist as he grasped her wrists and pulled her arms behind her. Taking a wide silk ribbon from his pocket, he quickly wrapped it around and between her wrists, and then tied the end together.

"Now I am ready to begin enjoying you, my dear," he said as he walked back to the other side of the counter, facing her. "You do realize that I can do what I want to these delicious-looking fruits?"

The expression in his eyes made Gwen apprehensive for the first time since she had come into his office a few hours before. Now she was truly helpless, and he seemed to hardening in his attitude toward her. No longer were they partners in playing a sexual game. He had taken charge, and she didn't know where it was going to lead. On the other hand, it was terribly exciting. The sexual desire and tension she was feeling was incredible.

He began by pulling up a stool and sitting opposite her. Her large breasts lay before him, with the lower flesh compressed and the extended nipples resting just on top of the leather surface. Gently he ran his finger tips over the top surfaces, probing lightly to test the firmness.

"Ah....," she sighed, "if you only knew how sensitive they are."

"I will soon find out," he said, "but I think your nipples are probably the most sensitive part."

With that he put his index finger on top of one of her stiff nipples and began rolling it back and forth on the leather surface, alternating light and firm pressure. He could feel the nipple swell and harden under his finger.

"Oh my god," she gasped, and began to twist her hips from side to side on the stool.

"So you like this, do you?"

"Ohhhh yess," she said. "I feel so wonderfully helpless. You can do anything you want to my body."

"Now you know how Tracey felt, and why she got so hot. Did you enjoy playing with her?"

Michael continued to tease her nipples and make it hard for her to think about anything but the sensations she was feeling, but when he mentioned Tracey an additional wave of lust washed over her.

"I loved the way her body looked when she squirmed as we spanked her. I want to get my hands on that perfect, hour-glass figure again. I want to make her beg for it."

Michael pressed his fingers down on her nipples until they almost disappeared into the leather pad covering the counter. The delicious pain made her head snap backward as she gasped.

"Maybe I will give her to you again," he said. "But first you are going to do some things for me."

With that, he stepped back from the counter and began to remove his shoes. She watched spellbound as his pants and shorts followed and his lower body was left naked except for his long shirt tail hanging over a huge bulge.

"My god, you look enormous," she said. "I wish I could explore you, but you have me in a position where I can't move."

"You will soon see how much you can do from that position," he said, and he raised his shirt tail so that she could see just how long and hard he was. "Lick you lips," he commanded. "I love your big, sexy mouth."

Gwen smiled and sensuously extended her tongue, slowly wetting her lips and noting the way his cock seemed to be twitching.

Michael reached behind a cabinet and pulled out a folding kitchen stool. He positioned it against his side of the counter so that he could climb up onto the counter and sit facing her. He eased himself into position with his legs spread and hanging down on either side of her, and her tits and head between his thighs. The cool leather felt good on his bare ass, and he slid forward until his balls were up against her tits and his cock was pushing against her neck.

"Whoa," she exclaimed. "You really know how to use this counter. I suspect you have done this before."

"A few times, yes," he said. "Even my wife has been in the position you are in now. She quite liked it. Now wiggle your lovely tits against by cock and balls."

Michael grabbed a handful of Gwen's hair and directed the motions of her upper body to pleasure himself. Several times he pushed her head down so that her mouth was against the top of his cock, but he pulled her back up before she could take him in her mouth.

"I love that look of pure lust in your eyes, my dear," he said. "Do you want to suck me?"

"Yessss," was her excited reply. She could feel her hard nipples scrapping against the under side of his balls.

"Ask nicely."

"Please, can I suck you your cock?"

"Not good enough. You will refer to me as sir, and you will humble yourself completely to get what you crave."

"Please, sir, can I take you in my mouth? I want to taste you, lick you, suck you. I will be your sex slave and do whatever you want."

"Getting better, my dear." Michael took his cock in his hand and slapped it back and forth across her face. "Try to grab the end with your mouth."

Gwen was quick as a frog snapping up a fly as she captured the swollen head between her lips.

"Ahhh," came from Michael, and he pushed himself further into her. "Now lick and suck while I message myself with these firm tits of yours."

Lifting her breasts off the counter, he pushed them against the side of this cock and her face as she leaned down to swallow him. With his thumbs he rubbed her hardened nipples to keep her stimulated.

When she came up to take a breath, he pinched her nipples hard. "Don't you stop until I give you permission. Now take it clear to back of your throat."

"But I've never done that before. I'll gag."

"Of course you will. Now do it!"

His hand in her hair and his finger and thumb on her left nipple left her no choice. She lowered her mouth on him until she felt the head of his cock closing off her throat. He held her in that position until her body began to shake from lack of air, and then he drew back.

"Agghh," she gasped. He let her take two deep breaths and then plunged into her mouth again. This time she knew what to expect and trusted that he would not choke her. In her aroused state she was able to relax her throat and give herself to his will. He sensed her surrender and let her breath again.

"Very good, Gwen, you have now been trained to suck properly. It is time to explore some other avenues."

Michael climbed down from the counter and went around to the other side. Gwen made a delightful picture sitting on the edge of the stool, tied to the side of the counter. Her dress had ridden up well above her knees.

"The great thing about my special stool is that once you are strapped to the counter, you no longer need the stool to sit on. I can take the stool away and substitute this little platform for you to stand on as you are bent over the counter."

Gwen soon found out what he meant. When the stool was removed, she had to support herself on her feet, and it was awkward until Michael put the little platform in place for her to stand on. At that point she was able to bend forward and rest her chest on the soft counter. Of course, the result was that her ass was up in the air and completely vulnerable.

"Oh my," said Gwen as she realized the profile she was presenting.

"There, that positions you pretty well. However, there is one little improvement I want to make."

Michael went down on one knee and ran his hands up the outsides of Gwen's thighs until he reached the elastic on the top of her panties. Then with a jerk he pulled down on her panties, pulling her stockings and everything else down to her ankles.

"There, that's better," he said. "If you will just lift your feet one at a time, I can dispose of these obstructions."

"My god, I'm totally bare," she exclaimed, and lifted her right leg.

"Not so, my dear," he said. "I am leaving your dress to cover you. Of course, anytime I want I can lift the dress. Like this, for instance."

Michael pulled the dress up over her ass and laid it on her back. Then he gave her bare ass a hard slap.

"Ouch, that really hurt," she cried.

"That's just a little sample. Now I want your legs spread a little, so I am going to give you a second little stool to stand on."

From out of nowhere appeared another little platform. He placed it about two feet from the first one, and then repositioning her feet so that one was resting on each platform. The net effect was to spread her legs, making her all the more vulnerable.

"Ohhhh my," was Gwen's response.

"Now you will be able to experience exactly what poor Tracey did when her ass and pussy were examined and spanked. I think it is only fair, don't you?"

"Michael, please don't hurt me. You can do what you want with me, but I don't like pain."

"We'll see about that," he said smiling. Michael stood to the side of the counter admiring the profile of the woman laid out before him. With her hands tied behind her, her bare breasts were thrust forward scrapping across the leather on the counter. As she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her ass slowly twitched from side to side.

"Such a picture you make. In fact, I am going to make a video of your ordeal so you will be able to see your own reaction. And as I am sure you will not want me to put this video on the internet, you will continue to obey me."

It took only a minute for Michael to retrieve the camera and tripod from a closet and aim it at the scene. Then from the same closet he took a thin bamboo cane and sliced it through the air.

"NOOO, not that," wailed Gwen, and she began struggling to free herself from the strap that held her to the counter.

"Stop that," he commanded. "The more you fight it, the more you get. You are going to feel just enough so that you will know to do what I say without question in order to avoid getting more of this little stinger."

He touched the side of the cane to her bare ass and then gave her two quick flicks.

"Ohhhhh, ahhh, that's enough. I'll obey you. Please no more."

His response was another pair of sharp swats with the cane. Red stripes began to form on her skin. Another two hits, and she began to cry. Satisfied that he had made his point, Michael put down the cane and bent over to examine her. Her ass was swinging from side to side, and he could see the wetness between her legs. He put his finger gently on her pussy and began to tease her.

"There, there," he said. "Now that you know the consequences of resistance, I can make you feel better. A little of this lotion will turn pain into pleasure."

He spread the soothing liquid on her ass and the backs of her thighs. His fingers seemed to be everywhere, occasionally dipping between her legs.

Gwen was no longer sobbing. "Oh, Michael, that feels so good."

"How about this?"

His fingers now concentrated the lotion in the crack of her ass and down between her legs onto her pussy. He could feel her clit rising to meet him. She was aware that the pain had been abruptly reversed and turned into exquisite pleasure.

"Don't stop, please don't stop."

Michael had no intention of stopping. He wanted to give her a quick, powerful orgasm to bind her to him. And he was anxious to take his own pleasure from her body.