Make interpersonal relationships with my friend- 2

“Daicy, just one more question… after you do whatever you want to do to me… can I cum? I’m not exactly into orgasm denial, and the way I’m feeling right now I think I’ll go absolutely crazy if I don’t cum at the end. Will that work for you?”

“Of course Johnson . How would you like to cum? Would you like to cum in my mouth?”

“Oh God, I would love that.”

“You can cum in my mouth if you want Johnson , but I’ll have a condition of my own for that.”

“What condition?”

She thought for a minute. “It’ll be a surprise.”

I paused for just a second and said, “Okay.”

“Now move that coffee table out of the way Johnson , I want you to take your clothes off while I watch,” she said, sitting back on the sofa.

I moved the coffee table off to the side and stood directly in front of her. As I unbuttoned my shirt I saw that my hands were shaking a little… I couldn’t believe this was really about to happen. I took off my shirt and tossed it aside, and then I unzipped my jeans and lowered them to the floor, stepping out of them and then removing my socks.

All that was left now was my underwear, and Daisy’s eyes were fixed directly on my crotch as I pulled them down and my hard cock sprang out. I stood before her, and it surprised me how degraded I felt presenting myself naked to my fully dressed colleague. I basked in the feeling.

She looked up at me. “Your face is red Johnson ,” she said. “Are you embarrassed?”

“It’s a humiliating feeling,” I said.

“Do you like that feeling?”

“Yes.”

“I think I like seeing you feel humiliated. Please get down on your knees Johnson ,” she said, looking up at me, “and clasp your hands behind your neck. And I’d like you to not look at me, keep your eyes down.”

I went down to my knees looking downward, overwhelmed with anticipation. As I knelt before her, my hands behind my neck and my cock standing straight out, she slowly took her socks off and then put her right foot on my cock, stroking it up and down with her toes.

“This is mine now, isn’t it Johnson ,” she said, the hesitation now gone from her voice.

“Yes Daicy.”

“I want to hear you say your cock is mine,” she said, as she continued to rub her foot on it.

“My cock is yours Daicy.”

“Mm-hmm,” she said, “now take my foot in your hands and bring it up to your mouth. I want you to lick and suck my toes, each one. I want to feel your tongue in between my toes Johnson .”

I took hold of her foot and opened my mouth to begin sucking her toes, licking them, taking each one into my mouth and running my tongue in between them.

“Mmm, that feels good Baby. Now the other foot please,” she said, lowering her right leg and bringing up her left.

As I worked on her left foot she said, “I’m going to use you now Johnson , I’m going to use you in a lot of ways. And I’m sorry but I want to hurt you.”

“I know Daicy,” I said.

“I want to hear you say I can do anything I want to you.”

“You can do anything you want to me Daicy.”

“Tell me your body is mine to use any way I want Johnson .”

“My body is yours Daicy, you can use it any way you want.”

She brought her foot down and stood up, my belt still in her hands. “I’m going to whip you now Johnson . I’m going to whip you with your own belt, and I’m sorry but I’m afraid it’s going to have to go on for a while.”

“I know Baby… it’s okay,” I said, still on my knees, “but, uh… we started out talking about tying me up, but we don’t have any rope.”

“Oh, I thought about that Johnson  and I have a solution!” she said brightly, putting my belt down on the sofa and scampering off, returning a minute later with one of those red plastic packing tape dispensers. “This will work,” she said with a smile.

“Yes, I think it will.” Again I saw that hint of cruelty.

“Stand up please Johnson ,” she said. When I stood up she took me by the arm and led me over to a cushioned chair, positioning me to face the back of it.

“I want you to lie down over the back of this chair and take hold of the arms.” She put her hand on my back and gently pushed as I bent at the waist and folded myself over it, grasping the wooden arms in my hands.