Domination & Punishment

Literotic asexstories – Domination & Punishment by TwistedMoonMonk,TwistedMoonMonk
Authors Note: All characters in this story are over 18. This is my first story so be gentle. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE leave feedback. This was originally going to be a oneoff but I enjoyed writing it and may continue if people like it. Thank you. Enjoy.

The knock on my door came seven minutes later than I was expecting. I had been counting minutes as my anticipation grew, this was going to be the most fun I’d had in quite some time.

“Come in. Shut the door behind you please. Lock it.” I called out.

With quick shuffle a young woman opened my office door and stepped inside. A click echoed through my office as the door locked.

As expected, the woman who had just stepped in was Alexis Morgan. She stood by the doorway unsure whether to step further into the room.

“You are late young lady. Seven minutes late. do you have respect for anybody else’s time or does the world revolve around you, Miss Morgan?”

“I’m sorry!” She pleaded “The side entrance was locked and there was nobody with a key nearby so I had to walk around to the main entrance.” Her eyes remained fixed to the floor where they had been since she entered the room.

“It’s quite alright Miss Morgan. You and I will be spending quite a bit of time together this evening. Does losing a few minutes really matter?” My question was sarcastic but since her gaze was still affixed to the floor I could not judge her reaction. She stood at the door without moving.

Was she aware of what she was in for tonight? I decided to set the tone early. “Miss Morgan!” I Belted. This startled her and got her attention. She finally looked up from the floor. She was quite taken aback by my outburst and I caught a passing look of alarm in her eyes. “During your time in my office you will always be looking at me. You will look me in the eyes and you will never look away unless I give you the permission to do so.” “Is that clear?”

“Yes” she said in a squeal. Her eyes were already drifting back down to the floor when she forced them up to meet mine. She hadn’t moved from the office door. I let her make the effort to obey me for a moment as she struggled to keep her eyes on me. After a few moments had passed she built up the courage to hold her gaze steady with mine.

“Second, you will address me as sir while you are in my office. Is that clear?”

“Yes.” there was a pause as she took in a deep a breath. “Sir.” A slight touch of red appeared on her cheeks.

“Excellent, now that that is out of the way, you have wasted enough of my time already. Shall we get started?”

“Yes sir.” she piped quietly. This time I hardly heard her.

“What was that young lady? You need to speak up.”

“Yes sir” she repeated in a firm but still uncertain tone.

“Good. Now come here and lay your hands flat on my desk. Do not move”. As she approached where I was sitting the scent of her perfume hit me. It was a wonderful aroma, fruity and floral. I closed my eyes for a moment to take it in. Did she wear the perfume for me or was it just something she wore on a regular basis?

Once she had complied I stood up out of my chair and walked around her to inspect my new plaything. Brown hair with soft curls fell down past her shoulders. I grabbed a handful and ran it through my fingers. She was wearing a white polo shirt with buttons that ended midway down her perky breasts. She was fit, not fat or anemic but had a nice figure, curvy. Her tits pushed against the fabric of her shirt and I reached over to give one of them a squeeze. She obviously took care of her body.

“Do you play any sports?” I asked pretty sure of the answer already.

“I play volleyball, sir”

“If you had to give up your beauty or your volleyball talent which would you choose?”

“Well, playing volleyball keeps me fit which contributes to my looks. My looks are useful. Men are easy to exploit. They will drop what they are doing to help me out at a moments notice.”

With some consideration she settled on an answer. “I would give up my ability to play volleyball I suppose. I could always pick up something else like tennis to keep fit.” She paused for a moment before speaking. “Maybe I could have tons of vigorous sex. I hear that burns a lot of calories.”

“Don’t get smart with me Miss Morgan.” I gave her breast a hard squeeze.

She groaned. I let go of her and I continued my inspection. She wore a black skirt which ended halfway down her thighs. She was slightly bent over the desk and her butt was sticking out so I pulled her skirt up and draped it over her back, exposing her bottom. Blue panties hugged her well toned butt cheeks and displayed her ass nicely. I ran my finger down the fabric of her butt, pressing on the cloth so that it tightened around her curves and then then slowly worked my hand under her until it was resting on her pussy. She shifted her weight back and forth on her feet before I put a firm hand on her shoulder to hold her still. I pushed the fabric of her panties into her pussy with the tip of my finger and began tracing small circles

“Ooooh” she cried out as she sprung up onto her tiptoes, startled by my intrusion.

I withdrew from her and smacked her ass with a blow so hard that it stung my own hand. She hopped into the air with a cry but my hand on her shoulder pushed her back down so she was once again standing with her heels on the ground.

I was about to scold her when she spoke up. “I’m sorry. I just…. didn’t expect…. your abruptness, sir”

“Don’t move Miss Morgan.”

I placed my finger back on her pussy and continued tracing circles. “When you are in this room I own you. Your body is mine. Your thoughts are mine. Your orgasms are mine. Even your anguish is mine. You are mine. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

I circled my finger a few more times to let my words sink in. When I felt that she would remain reasonably obedient I withdrew my hand. I reached around from behind her with both arms and undid the top two buttons of her shirt. I stood with my arms wrapped around her for long enough for her to understand who was in control. I could feel how warm she was. A welcoming, almost cozy, warmth radiated off of her and I relaxed and enjoyed the feeling.

I looked down over her shoulder at her chest. My hands worked their way down her shirt cupping her bra with both my hands and I fondled her breasts. I pressed my pelvis into her rear and let my boner ride up and down her ass crack through my pants.

I reached down and undid the last button of her shirt and I stepped back. Alexis remained with her hands on my desk where I had ordered. As I stepped to the side of her where she could see me again her eyes came up to meet mine, as I expected from her. She looked anxious, neither frightened nor afraid, but rather acutely aware of her situation.

“I want you to stand up straight. Take three steps back from the desk.” My voice was as firm as I could make it, though my own enjoyment may have been slightly audible. She obeyed and her skirt fell back down to her waist. “Put both of your arms behind your back and push your chest out. I want to admire those lovely tits. Chin up.”

She did as she was told and thrust her chest forward which pushed the buttons of her shirt apart. This revealed her blue bra that I had been feeling up. Her bra was made of stretchy material and with a tug I pulled it down along with the front of her shirt revealing her tits. She blushed and looked away as I did so. “Miss Morgan.” I barked as I reached out and pulled her chin back towards me. Her eyes darted to the ground. I lifted her chin up so that she had no choice but to look me in the eye. I held her for a moment, looking into her eyes, then released her chin. She dropped her head back down while maintaining eye contact. “Good” I noted to her. Her cheeks reddened even more.

“You are here to be punished. It’s up to you whether or not you find pleasure in my discipline.” “I will enjoy it regardless. Your odds of improving your treatment in my office will increase if you obey me.” This was a statement and I did not expect a response but I was pleased when she acknowledged.

“Yes sir” “what do you want me to do, sir?”

“You are not ask me anything. I will tell you what to do and when to do it. I will be the one who asks questions and when I do I want an immediate response.”

“Yes sir.”

I studied her for a moment. Her tits on display really turned me on. Her clothing accentuated her bare breasts in a way that was quite erotic. Of course she couldn’t remain dressed if I was to fully dominate her. “I want you to take your clothes off. Fold them, and place them on my desk. Hand me your panties.”

She began undressing immediately. Her shirt she pulled up over her head, along with her bra. Her tits bounced as her shirt came free. She folded it up and gently placed it on the desk. Her midriff was gorgeously toned and I wanted to reach out and grab her around the waist but I held back and let her continue. I felt my dick harden in my pants. Her skirt dropped to the floor when she unfastened it and she picked it up and folded it with the same care as her shirt. In one motion she pulled her panties down to her knees. She lifted one leg and stepped out and then she did the same with the other leg. She then held out her panties to me on the tip of her finger expecting me to take them from her.

“No, come here and hand them to me.”

She rolled her eyes and stepped forward to place her panties into my hands. She was fully nude now. Her body was incredible. It screamed at me to come caress and fondle and hold. Her pussy hid between her thighs as she pressed her legs together in an attempt to hide herself.

“Spread your legs” I ordered and with a slight hesitation she spread to a shoulders width apart. Her pussy was perfect. It’s pink folds beckoned to me, they wanted to, no, needed to be delved and explored. I could have cum just standing there, thinking about that pussy. My hand stroked my cock through my pants. But no, tonight was my night to dominate, to control. My pleasure would come from her submission to me, not from her touch, not yet. “More” I ordered. She shuffled slightly and spread her legs until they were about three feet apart. “good girl.” I said and she turned her head averted her eyes from mine.

“You don’t like being called a good girl?”

“Sir…. It makes me feel like a pet!”

I laughed. “Well you should get used to it. Tonight, in this room, you are my pet.”I raised my eyebrows at her. “How does that make you feel?”

“I…” she trailed off and thought for a moment. After she took a couple of breaths she spoke. “I am your pet sir. I am yours when in this room.” She paused. “Tell me to jump sir.”

“Jump.”

“How high, sir?”

I laughed. “Don’t think you will earn any mercy from me young lady.” I slipped her panties in my pocket and approached her. I grabbed one arm and pulled it up behind her head and then did the same with the other.

“Keep your hands behind your head. Do not move them.”

She stood fully exposed to me so I paused and savored the moment. Her cheeks flushed red. This was an exquisite pose, submissive and vulnerable. On her bum was my handprint from where I had smacked her. I reached my hand down between her legs and felt her pussy. Moisture immediately coated my fingers and I felt her squirm above my hand. I decided to tease her before entering. My fingers tickled and prodded, exploring her vulva. I lifted her chin up as I stood over her, looking down into her eyes. Finally, after a period of agonizing denial, I slid my fingers into her pussy.

I varied my motions. Slow thrusts and shallow plunges. Fast plunges and deep thrusts. Twists and curls. When I found the motion she enjoyed the most she let me know by rocking her pelvis on my hand.

With each dip my hand got wetter until eventually it was absolutely and utterly dripping. I Pulled my hand out and held it up between our faces for us both to see. My fingers glistened in the light. When I spread my fingers a few strands of her wetness strung out between them. Without warning I reached out and wiped my hand over her face, eliciting protest.

“Hey!” She shouted. She pulled her head back but she didn’t move from the pose I ordered her to stand in. She had no choice but to submit to my rubdown. I slathered her face with her own juices. Maybe it was unpleasant, maybe she felt it was degrading, I don’t know, but she fidgeted the whole time. When I was finished I considered starting over in order to leave no doubt in her mind that I was in control, but I had another idea.

I slid my fingers back into her pussy. She squirmed and wiggled a bit, but otherwise didn’t protest.

Going through the same motions my fingers moistened without much effort. This time when I held my hand up, I gave her an order “Open.”

Her eyes went wide as she realized what I wanted. She stood there defying me so I reached out and gently tugged on her lower jaw. “Open” I repeated. She put on her best puppy dog impression and her cute eyes pleaded with me to ease off.

With a third order to “Open” she relented just a little and she opened her mouth enough for me to slip in a finger. She tightened her lips around me as she tasted herself, trying to judge whether or not it was tolerable. I twirled it around in her mouth. “Clean it off.” She apparently had come to a conclusion as she began sucking on my finger. When I was satisfied I swapped out that finger with another, jamming it in before she could close her mouth all the way. One by one I inserted each finger. I dragged each over her tongue, taking my time to make sure she cleaned off each one throughly.

When I felt that the last finger was clean enough I pulled it out of her mouth and once again reached for her pussy. My fingers slid in and out of her slit with little effort. When they were thoroughly sopping once again I raised my hand up to her face and placed my fingers on her lips. This time I only raised my eyebrows as I communicated my expectations. She began to speak “Agai… gmpfff.” As her lips parted I aggressively pushed four fingers of my hand into her mouth. She stomped her foot in a cute display of dissent but I was impressed by her obedience when she remained standing with her arms behind her head.

To say I fingered her mouth would be too kind, to put it better, I duly finger fucked her throat. In, out, in, out, into her throat, out again. She gagged and choked on my fingers. I certainly pushed her limits. Did I break them? Well, she remained standing in her pose, and she continued to look me in the eyes, even after grimacing a few times when I was aggressive. For seven minutes I fucked her throat. I counted it out loud to her, on the same clock on which I timed her late arrival. “One minute.” “Two minutes.” “Three minutes.” “Four minutes.”

I think the forth minute was when she realized how long my discipline would last. She tried to relax as best she could and resigned herself to her punishment. Delightful submission. “Five minutes.” “Six minutes.” “Seven minutes.”

When I was finished I pulled my hand out of her mouth and gave her other ass cheek a slap that rivaled my first. My hand print appeared immediately on her butt.

Alexis gasped for breath. “Are you having difficulty already, Miss Morgan? We have hardly started.”

“No sir.” she choked

“Good. Take a moment. Catch your breath.”

Attached to my office was a small storage closet that nobody else had access to. I had secretly replaced the lock with one that only I had the key to in order to prevent any nosy janitors from snooping around. From this closet I retrieved two wooden blocks. I probably could have kept them in my office as they looked like unassuming doorstops. In addition I grabbed a bundle of rope that sat on a shelf along with some clothespins.

I stepped in close to Alexis and whispered in her ear. “Miss Morgan. By the end of tonight you will have become well acquainted with these blocks” I tossed the two blocks haphazardly on the floor in front of my desk. “But first we have to get you ready.”

In the pile of rope I found a sufficiently long piece. I stepped behind Alexis and pulled her arms down behind her back where I bound them tightly together. Her hands remained free and she fumbled around to see how much leeway she had. I examined my work. It wasn’t the prettiest tie, but it would no doubt hold her.

“How does that feel, Miss Morgan?”

“Tight, sir.”

“Too tight?”

“No, sir.”

I reached out and took both of her nipples into my fingers. I pinched them, twirled, and tugged on them. I felt her nipples harden as I played with them. I let go of both and grabbed each breast and began playing with those.

I fondled and squeezed and caressed those perfect tits for a long time, I was enjoying it too much to rush. Alexis was enjoying it too. She was clearly turned on and her arousal showed. Eventually she closed her eyes let out a moan. With one hand I pinched one of her nipples which had become firmer than it was before. “Keep your eyes open and look at me.” I reminded her. I continued to savor her chest but despite my command her eyelids drifted shut again. This time instead of giving her a warning I reached into my pocket and squeezed the clothespins onto her nipples. Her eyes shot open.

“Oooooohhhhhh. Oh sir, please sir, please sir, please. Oh. Oooooohhhhhh.” She fidgeted and squirmed around and her tits bounced and jiggled. I crossed my arms to let her know that no relief was coming. “Stand still” I ordered. She straightened her self up but continued to wince at the sensations from the clothespins. “Obey me please.” She bobbed her head to indicate she heard me. I repeated “Obey me please”

“Yes, sir. Oh please sir.”

With that I removed the clothespins from her chest and she let out a yelp.

“Are you alright?” I asked.

She took a series of short shallow breathes and at last on a deep inhale she answered.

“Yes sir, I’m alright sir.”

When I was satisfied I stepped back and picked up the wooden blocks. I placed them about a foot apart in front of my desk. I grabbed her hair and gently led her over to where the blocks were on the floor.

“Now. You will place each foot on a block. You will squat down with your legs spread as wide apart as you can, and you will not move until I let you. It’s that simple young lady.”

She looked down the blocks until a swat on her ass coerced her to move. Her first step up onto the first one was uneasy as the blocks were an awkward size. They were too small to place the whole foot on so she had to hold her heel up in the air as though she was wearing high heels. Knowing what to expect her step onto the other block was more confident and she found herself properly positioned. Both of her heels were held up in the air and her legs were spread wide enough for me to get a good view of her pussy. “Remember, eyes here, legs spread.” as I pointed to my face.

“Do you do squats for your volleyball workouts?” I asked as I sat on top of my desk looking down her.

“Yes sir. Every practice.”

“Good”. I replied. I sat looking down at her while she looked up at me. Did we sit like this for a minute? Five? I don’t know, I lost track of time. What I did know was that this beautiful girl was completely under my thumb. I unbuckled my belt, undid my zipper and pulled my rock hard cock out. She gasped.

I spritzed some lotion into my hand and began stroking my cock. It did not take a long time for my orgasm to grow into an eruption. At the last possible moment I pulled her cute blue panties from my pocket and captured a large stream of my sticky white cum into their folds. The release was bliss. My cock throbbed for a few more seconds as her panties captured the last drops of my cum.

I looked down at Alexis. “Did you enjoy the show?”

“You have a fantastic cock, sir.” She said.

I laughed. “I want to hear that again.” I got down off the desk and put my ear next to her face to listen.

She repeated her statement “You have a fantastic…. Gmmpfff” with a swift motion I balled her panties up and shoved them into her mouth. “Gmpfff… Mpfff… Mmmmmmpffff.” She tried to spit out the gag but I placed one hand over her mouth and held the back of her head with the other. Rage boiled up in her eyes and she glared at me with a stare that could have melted metal.

“I’m quick you know. I was on the fencing team in college. Won silver. Too quick for you it seems.” I laughed as I looked into her eyes. She was obviously pissed and she let me know just how angry she was. She struggled against my grasp, shaking her shoulders to get free, but it was easy for me to hold her in place.

“Alexis please.” I paused and whispered slowly into her ear. “Miss Morgan. You are here to be punished. It’s not going to be pleasant for you. But, if you just bear with me, we can get the difficult part out of the way and…. I can reward you. I can give you pleasures you have never experienced, but you need to obey me, just for tonight.”

She stopped struggling and I loosened my grip on her gag but I still held her firmly. “I’m going to ask you some questions. Just shake your head yes or no.”

“Are you mad at me?” She nodded affirmatively.

“You will be punished tonight we have no other choice, but do you also want to be rewarded?” She thought for a moment. Maybe she really was contemplating, or maybe she didn’t want to give me the satisfaction of a quick response. She nodded again.

“Fantastic, you will not regret that, I promise.” Her fury subsided, though she was still clearly a little mad at me.

If I remove my hands will you try to spit your gag out? She maneuvered the panties around in her mouth, testing, she paused, then shook her head. Content with her response I removed my hands from her head.

“Can you taste my cum yet? Has it soaked through those cute little panties of yours?” She sat squatting on the blocks and just looked at me. She furrowed her eyebrows and I decided not to press the question.

I tucked my cock back into my pants, moved behind her, and checked her out. Her calves, thighs, and butt were all tense with the strain of squatting on her forefeet. Her butt was especially cute in this position. Her toned, round little cheeks were tight with the effort of squatting.

I reached under her from behind and began making the same little circles I had earlier. Her pussy was slick and warm. I continued to make circles while I felt around for her clit. I promptly found it and when I began rubbing it Alexis reacted with a moan. “Mmmmmmmmmm” which she let out through the gag.

She wobbled a bit on the blocks and I grabbed her bound arms with my free hand to steady her. I entered her pussy, rubbing, circling, plunging in and out of her. In and out. In and out. “MMMMMMMMMMMMM” she moaned. I was rock hard. Her warmth, her fruity perfume, her fantastic body: perfect.

I searched for the same rhythm I had used earlier, the one to which her body responded favorably and when I found it I did not deviate. Rubbing, circling, plunging. In and out. In and out. Rubbing, circling, plunging. In and out. Wet, warm, slick. She wiggled and squirmed as I held her in place with a firm grasp. Rubbing, circling, plunging. In and out. In and out.

With only the smallest warning she came hard. Her pussy clenched around my fingers. Her chest heaved and her tits bounced as she rocked back and forth. Her muscles shook. She nearly collapsed. I leaned on her in order to use my body weight to support her. She let out a muffled scream “MMMMMPPPPPHHH”.

I sat holding her. She still remained squatting in her position with her legs wide but it was me who was supporting much of her weight with my arm wrapped around her. Her heavy breathing slowed. Her shaking muscles gradually relaxed. I just held her. When she had regained her footing I shifted back in front of her and looked into her eyes.

“Good girl” I whispered as I kissed her forehead. She blushed.

I got up and sat down at my desk. “It’s time for your punishment to begin. I have some work to get done. Behave.” I showed her the timer on my phone and then set it without showing her how long. I placed it face down on my desk.

I mostly pretended to work. I checked emails, played some solitaire, browsed Amazon, played some more solitaire. I glanced at the clock.

Ten minutes. Her eyes were still on me and I was pleased that she was obeying. She hadn’t moved but she had relaxed and was starting to slouch. “Back straight, tits out. Keep those legs open.” She adjusted her position.

Twenty minutes. No sign of any discomfort or strain. When I looked at her she actually cracked a smile at me. It seemed that she didn’t want to give me the satisfaction of conquering her so easily. In here I owned her, she was mine, but I still craved to dominate her, to make her fully submit to me. I picked up my phone and made a show of resetting the timer.

Thirty minutes. I didn’t give her the satisfaction of my attention.

Forty minutes. I couldn’t help but look. She remained steadfast but I could detect a slight tremble in her thighs. That athletic training served her well. Her legs remained wide open and her pussy looked as enticing as ever.

One hour. By now she was noticeably quivering. She forced a smile through the gag though I got the impression that she didn’t really have much audacity left. I reached for the timer and her eyes went wide and she fiercely shook her head. I had no intention of resetting the timer but she didn’t know that. Instead of picking up my phone I pretended to brush some dust off the edge of desk. She had done well so far.

I got up out of my chair and went back into the storage closet. Out of it I pulled a stand with an adjustable arm. It looked like a laboratory chemistry stand but it was quite a bit heavier. I placed it on the floor between her legs. From my desk I retrieved a wand vibrator and she knew immediately what was about to happen. I slipped the wand into the arm and pressed it into her crotch. It buzzed to life with a deep rumble and immediately she emitted a muffled squeal.

I crouched behind her, ready to catch her if she should fall. It wasn’t just for her safety though. I took the opportunity to play with her body, smack her ass, pinch her nipples, fondle her. I enjoyed myself. She continuously moaned and squealed as the wand hummed, pausing only to breathe.

She wobbled at times nearly falling over but I held her upright. In one instance she practically fell back into my embrace but with a sturdy grasp and a swat on the ass I made it clear to her that she was to hold herself up on the blocks. Her arms were bound behind her but her hands were free so I reached out and held one in mine. I felt her orgasms. She would squeeze my hand and let out a loud moan every time she experienced one. She orgasmed again and again, sometimes there was a pause between them and occasionally they were nearly continuous. I didn’t keep track of how many she had. I became lost in her. Her warmth, her moans, her fruity floral perfume, her hand squeezing mine.

She was in the middle of another intense orgasm, squeezing my hand, when my alarm went off. It was far louder than I had anticipated and we both jumped at the noise. She fell and I caught her in my arms. One hour, twenty minutes. I set her down on her feet directly on the floor and went over to turn off the alarm.

She stood and stretched her legs, looking at me quizzically. She spoke with her eyes ‘what next?’ I pulled her blue panties out of her mouth. They were soaked through with her saliva and what traces of my cum remained. I stepped behind her and untied the ropes that held her arms in place and she stretched them as well. I gave her a moment to get limber again after being confined for so long. Her pussy was swollen, red, glistening with her wetness and a few beads of it dripped down her legs. She looked at me expecting something, another command, a rule, an order.

“You are free to go Miss Morgan.”

“That’s it?!” She cried. She seemed stunned. “Not yet! Please! That was so intense, so powerful!” She hesitated for a moment. “I’ll do whatever you want! You only came once tonight I can get you off, suck you, ride you, anything! Please sir!”

“I’m sorry young lady but I don’t mix business with pleasure, and tonight was for business.” I was joking, I had received a lot of pleasure from our encounter and from her submission to me.

“Please, please, please, sir.”

“Kneel.” I ordered and she dropped to her knees on the spot immediately.

I stood over her and she had to strain her neck to look straight up at me. I grabbed her chin with a hand and held it firmly for emphasis.

“Miss Morgan. Tonight’s experience is over. Do you want more?”

“Yes sir, I do, sir.”

“Tell me your number. I will text you a time and a place when I want to meet again. It will be with little notice.” She gave me her number without hesitation.

I stepped back. “It’s late Miss Morgan, get dressed.” She picked her clothes back up off the desk and slipped them on. She picked her wet panties up off the floor trying to decide what to do with them.

“Do you have something I could put these in? I don’t want anybody to see me with them on my way home.”

“You could hide them in your mouth.” I joked. She glared at me then smiled. With a flourish she held them up for me to see, shoved them into her mouth, and slipped out the door.

“Goodbye for now, Miss Morgan. I’ll be seeing you.”