Blondie's Questions

1. Please feel free to ask more questions or follow-up, March Question Month is over half over :)  I'm also happy to ask my Sir, as I know you rarely actually hear from him…as he doesn't read or write anywhere in blogland.  But I can ask and relay information.

Blondieasked and I'll answer:

1.  Do you have, or plan on having a collar. And if so, when and where would you wear it. 

Sir would like to get a collar for me.  He has mentioned it many times. He wants a choker that I would wear all the time.  I am reticent.  I don't love tight choker collars.  I don't know...we'll see.   Maybe  a compromise?  Does anyone have any recommendations?  I was thinking anklet maybe?  

2.  Is there a fantasy that Sir has that you will make happen?
Sir has frequently fantasized about allowing another in a scene with us.  He's thought of a woman that he can Top and who will in turn Top me. He would like to see me eat her out and suck on her tits and her spank me and fuck me.  Similarly, he's fantasized about giving me to another man to be used.  As for me making them happen...I would love to - either.  But only under his direction and command.  But I would love to serve another as part of his command.  I doubt he will ever act on these fantasies, but I would certainly be willing :) 

Sir's Answers Kenzie, abby, DelFonte and joey

1. Please feel free to ask more questions or follow-up.  I'm also happy to ask my Sir, as I know you rarely actually hear from him…as he doesn't read or write anywhere in blogland.  But I can ask and relay information.

Kenzie asked and We'll answer:

Do either of you have a fantasy you haven't explored yet, that you want to?

fiona:  Well my fantasy that we haven't explored yet is for me to be commanded by Sir to be used by others…either spanked or beaten or used sexually (giving blow jobs,etc.)  I would love for Sir to watch or hold me down or tie me down - but it would have to be under his supervision or his command. Ya, I feel totally perverse putting that down…but it's honest.

Sir: To have my sub join in a menage a trios with another woman.
(fiona:  Oh PLEASE!!!  I would adore that!!!)

abby asked and I'll answer:

I have a question for you from Master....He said something about turnabout being fair play...

I assume you have been spanked before cumming?...Have you ever been spanked after cumming? Is there a difference in your sensitivity, in the feel of the spanking?

I can't remember if I have been or not.  Isn't that sad.  I think this is something that we'll have to explore when time permits!!!  For some reason I have to think I have experienced that.  I would imagine that I can't remember, because my brain is typically fairly scrambled after cumming.  I would imaging I would be much more likely to cum from being spanked if I had cum already.  I'm a prime-the-pump and watch it blow kinda girl.  Once I've cum, I'm much easier to cum again, and again, and again =)

DelFonte asked and He'll answer:

Can't resist asking Sir a couple of questions :)

If you had a dungeon, what furniture would you put in it?

And if you could 'train' Fiona in such a room, what would her first lesson be?

Sir:  I would put a home made rack.  This would look something like a sawhorse with padding.  Fiona would lay along the saw horse and I would bind her hands and feet on the legs.  Once I have her on my rack I would use every dildo in the house and fill all of her holes.  I love making her come with a dick gag in her mouth.  Once I had her satiated I would turn off all the lights and make her wait for my next visit.

(fiona:  OK, so reading that made me ridiculously horny!)

joey asked and He'll answer:

Can you ask Sir how he knows what you need and when you need it?

Sir:  The thing Fiona needs most is the release that comes with my dominance.  Once I have complete control of her she basically wants whatever I will give her.  My favorite thing to do is to make her ask for her punishment.  I love it when she begs for a spanking, nipple twisting or her dildo.

(fiona:  OK, so he's totally got my number!  I wish he didn't love making me beg for those things.  It's still so hard, and humiliating and difficult.  I wish he would just take whatever he wants regardless of what I want!)

Fantasies...Mine and Yours

Sofia had a post a bit back that included some fantasies.  

As I read hers fantasy, As I began to fantasize myself . . .

. . . it struck me.  My fantasies are so often similar to the ones that she has shared.   She's not the only blogger who has written fiction or fantasies that are similar to mine, though.

That then lead me to think about my fantasies.  I find it interesting that mine will change in location and in intensity and toys and other specifics, but at the heart, many of my fantasies are the same as they have been since I started having them.

The other thing that struck me is that I didn't really start fantasize until late in life, at least I think it was late in life.  It wasn't until...probably freshman year in college...that I really fantasized about anything sexually.

So, back to the fantasies.  The theme that most regularly appears in my fantasies is one of being objectified, used, or being trained in some way.  I am sure that part of the reason for this is my feelings of being an under-educated lover, my desire to be a good lover, my fear of not being a good enough lover.  Interestingly, Sir has NEVER made me feel this way, he has built me up tirelessly.  But, it is something that I worry about, nevertheless.

I adored - like TRULY ADORED Aisha's fantasy of her training school.  I have loved nilla's stories which can touch on being used or trained at dungeons, camps and other places.  Conina's stories which frequently involve a heavy dose of humiliation, objectification and being used.  Oh, YUM to these and many many more blogs that I read!!

So, why are my fantasies....like ALL of them....focused on these themes?  Why do I desire this?  Why does thinking of being used, being humiliated, being trained make me cum faster than...um...anything else?

There are all of these books out there on dream analysis and I want fantasy analysis!  I want to understand this part of me, this portion of my psyche....but I currently don't know how.

Do others fantasize about similar things?  Do you?  Do others fantasize about a wide variety of themes or do you fantasize about one theme track, as I do?

PLEASE share your thoughts!

Old Fantasies and New Toys

OK, so a secret fantasy...

I have always wanted Sir to fist me.   In case you're thinking that I should tell him, share this tidbit of desire with him, because as his sub I should be transparent ...  I have!

And... and... it's not going to happen, he says.  He is a very tall man.  He is a big man.  He explains that his fist is too large and he would do damage.  He enjoys hurting me, but he would never harm me.  So.....

He has been telling me for the past 6-8 months that he wants to get a bigger dildo.  Are you fucking kidding me??  If you recall, we have what I considered to be a HUGE dildo.  When he started looking online (and in one toy shop that we visited together) the ones he was looking at were ...
   
ENORMOUS,
             GIGANTIC,
                      REDONKULOUS

I giggled when he would show me, you know that OMFG nervous incredulous giggle.   I explained that I didn't think that any human being could take that.  He explained that he wanted it to be just a bit too big.  That he wanted it to make me nervous, to be a tiny bit uncomfortable.

As long as he was scaring the shit out of me, he continued on.  He wanted a penis gag so I could have something to occupy my mouth while he was fucking me six shades of Sunday.  He also said he wanted me to sleep with it in sometimes.  After consulting Jake to ask for his advice, I had websites available for him to choose from.  I had my preferences, but he was making the call.

So...to that end, a new dildo and gag were ordered.

I was CRAZY excited for the penis gag.  I love gags, I love things in my mouth.  I love blow jobs, I love sucking on nipples, I love fingers fucking my mouth, I love, love, love sucking...you get the idea? SO, the thought of having an object more penis shaped and less, ball shaped - something that I could actually suck on while being gagged...YUM!

I was CRAZY nervous for the dildo.  We got the Tantus T-Rex.  The Enormous Purple Dinosaur was impressive.  I loved the defined head that it had and I was thrilled that it wasn't so long as to try to reach my tonsils.  That said, I wasn't sure I would be able to take it...EVER.  It was wider than double wide with awnings on both sides.




...orders placed, shipped, arrived, unpacked, washed, and 
... yikes ... READY!!

Fantasy Fulfilled (Part 4)

This is continued from Part 1, Part 2 & Part 3.  It's also the end.  

I can hear some guy talking to Sir downstairs.  NO, it's not what you think.  I think the damn electrician stopped by early.  He wasn't due until this afternoon.  I must say, hearing Sir conducting the business of our home with someone else - all the while I am bound, blindfolded, gagged, collared and have an enormous dildo stuck in my, now very well used, pussy upstairs is ....  HOLY HELL HOT!

except, ummm...except, he didn't put his large flannel shirt over me, so, umm, I'm not feeling hot.

I breath, I meditate, I - I ...

Shit, I have to pee.

Actually, now I'm cold and I have to pee.

He's talking - what on earth are they doing, it's taking forever.  I can hear them walking around.  Oh My God, are they chaty-fucking-cathys??

I have this mental struggle between the calm of meditation and the knowledge that I am getting colder and colder and have to pee!

"ah-a-a-a"

I startle myself.  I must have just made that noise.  I hadn't intended to make a noise.  Wow, how did that whimper escape me?  No, focus fiona.

I breath, focus on meditation...

I start to cry, gently.  I'm not aware of it until the tears runs down my cheek.  They aren't able to escape down the side of my head, because the blindfold is absorbing them.  I'm not really that upset, I think I am simply emotionally raw from the system overload.

I am soooo completely consumed with myself, I don't even  hear him open the door.  He's by my side in a flash and untying me.  "What's wrong, fiona?"  He says in a slow and steady, concerned voice.  "I'm so cold and I really have to pee,"  I say.  I expect him to pull off the blindfold and let me up.  I don't move from the position he put me in, though I am no longer bound there.  He places on warm hand on my chest, grounding me, then moves the other to The Dildo.  He starts to move it slowly in and out.  I cum almost immediately.  You know, full bladder and all.

Once he's pulled one orgasm from me, he starts to move the dildo a bit faster.  He's moving it in and out and then side to side - almost stretching me.  He's not being gentile anymore.  He pulls me over to the side of the bed onto my side and moves my hands, still above my head, but pulls my legs so that they are completely open.  I'm half on my side and half on my back.  He unzips his pants with one hand...I guess when your stiff cock is holding your pants in place, it kinda acts like another hand.  He takes it out of his boxers, grabs the back of my head and I instinctively open my mouth.

"Close your mouth, fiona."  Ahhh, no I want cock...  He takes his cock and smears his precum all over my face.  He rubs and smacks.  Oh, how objectifying.  His next command comes with one word, "Open!"  I do and am immediately rewarded with a cock in my mouth.

I am making the  noises of a rabid animal.  I am truly out of my body.   He flips my legs so that I am mostly on my stomach with my head to the side still firmly latched around his throbbing member.  He pulls The Dildo from my pussy and pushes it against my tight rosebud.  OH - OH...I'll need a gallon of lube before that thing is going to be able to enter me, and that's IF it's even able to!  SHIT.

As I begin to panic about the dildo and my tiny, tiny opening (compared to the massive shaft he's about to shove in there), I realize I have stopped sucking on his cock.  He moves my mouth so that his pleasure is not diminished.  If I stop sucking, he'll fuck my mouth just the same.   I don't know if all of the orgasms and endorphins have caused me to leave my body, or if I am just soaring weightlessly in subspace, but I have a moment, where my entire body relaxes.  My rosebud blooms.  My breathing softens and he's pushed The Dildo into me.  My ass stretches to accommodate and the guttural noises involuntarily coming out of my body are unfamiliar to me.  He's fucking both ends of me.  I have
 T H E    M O S T    A M A Z I N G     O R G A S M!

I truly don't know what happened next.  I know that I was on my stomach with a ridiculously large dildo in my ass and a beautiful work of art in my mouth.  The next moment, I look up and for the first time since this adventure started, I can see.  He's removed my blindfold and the glorious Dom of a man is staring into my eyes.  He's hovering over me, pumping his cock into my gushing pussy.  I still have The Dildo stuck in my ass, though it is no longer moving, so my pussy is tighter around his cock.  He pins me to the bed with his gaze as he fucks.  I am really outside of this whole scene.  I see him.  I feel him.  But yet, I don't.

He throws his head back and cums with a scream.  Oh, it's like seeing a wild animal after a hunt and I have so enjoyed being his prey.


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I am sore as I write this.  I have have been WELL used!  I have constant reminders of the flogging, the clamping and the hours of fucking.  Every time I feel....um....something, I smile.  I am happy!

Fantasy Fulfilled (Part 3)

This is continued from Part 1 & Part 2...more to come...

I am warm, comfortable, and calm.  I feel the enormous dildo in my pussy.   I am secure in my place and His.  As I am bound, collared, gagged and blindfolded, I am exactly how he wants me to be and exactly where he wants me to be.

I hear him walking down the hall.  I hear him open the door.  He walks over to me, pulls up his flannel shirt that was covering me and opens my legs.  He sits on the bed beside me and places a hand on my thigh, gently holding it in place.  Oh that hand is so gentile and comforting, yet wields the power take what he wants.  He begins to masturbate me slowly.

"Now fiona, I want you to tell me if you get sore.  Do you understand?  If you're sore, it's ok. I'll flip you over and use this in your ass.  Do you understand me, fiona?"

"uh-hu" I grunt through the ball gag.  Wow, that threat  statement, fills me with desire, deep and dark.  I simultaneously want him to use The Dildo in my ass and am terrified that I won't be able to take it - it's huge remember.  Oh, what is wrong with me?

He stands up, tells me to leave my legs butterflied.  *FUD*, he flogs my inner thighs.  He hits one and then the other.  Ah, it feels soooo good.  He moves so he's flogging my puss.  The small falls are tied in tiny knots.  They wheedle inside the folds of my pussy.  The larger knots hit my mound, my thigh, Ahhh.  He moves the falls upward and begins to flog my breasts.  It feels so good, but every time a large knot hits my nipple, my back flies off the bed.  It's like the clamps are being removed again.  They are so sensitive!  Oh, how I love to be flogged EVERYWHERE!  It's insane!

He puts the flogger down and leans in.   He sucks my nipple and it feels so good.  It feels like hot velvet engulfing my nipple.

He kneels on the bed and grabs my hair.  He pulls me up - as far as I can go given my restraints.  He pulls the ball gag out of my mouth and commands me to open my mouth.  He shoves his cock to the back of my throat and holds my head there.   As if I wasn't blazing before, I begin to suck like my life depended on it.  I am ravenous.  He reaches between my knees and moves the dildo in and out.  As he reaches a good pace with the dildo, he pulls my head on and off and is fucking my mouth at a pace that matches the dildo.  My mind goes blank and that electric surge, that starts in my core - moves quickly to my fingers and toes begins.  The electricity of my climax then surges through my limbs to my pussy and all of my energy flows to my pleasure points.   I feel so humiliated, so objectified, so used and taken and controlled.  Oh, how I love this!

*KNOCK*   *KNOCK*   *KNOCK*

ARE  YOU
F  U  C  K  I  N  G
KIDDING ME?????

He quickly sets me back down, pushes the dildo far into my pussy, zips up his pants, and walks to the door.  With an evil tone to his voice, he tells me not to move and giggles under his breath.

AARRGGHH!!

Fantasy Fulfilled (Part 2)

This is continued from Part 1...more to come...


He gives me a minute to control my breathing and come back to myself.  It takes a few minutes to be able to respond, to be able to move.  He tells me to lay on his bed.  I do as requested and he is by my side with a blindfold.  He places it over my eyes and secures it behind my ponytail.  My sense of sight is gone.

He takes my right ankle and ties .... YES ... a rope around it (oh how I love rope).  The rope itself is soft, but it is tied tightly - though he takes care to make sure my circulation is alright.  He ties the other end of the rope to a finial on the bed and pulls.  My right leg pulls down and open.  He takes my left ankle in his hand and deftly repeats the process.  This time when he pulls, not only does he pull my left leg apart, but my lips also open slightly, sending a shiver through my body as cool air hits my soft wet folds.

I can hear so clearly when I'm blindfolded.  I hear him pick up something that has metal on it, it's quietly jingling.  He cuffs my wrists and quickly connects them to the top bars on the headboard.  My arms can bend, but there is not enough slack for them to touch each other.  I then feel his hand at my neck and he is collaring me with a large wide leather collar with a ring.  He tightens it so that it is snug.  He then tugs at the ring and I can literally feel a bead of moisture escape my pussy.  I am collared and restrained.

I hear the jingle again, but instead of metal, I feel his warm fingers.  He begins to pull and twist my nipples.  He hardens both nipples and I am beginning to moan and move slightly when cold, hard, unforgiving, metal, hurt like a hell, Japanese clover clamps are placed on each nipple.  

"Oh, Oh, OHHHH, those, those, OHHH, they, oh, OHHH, hurt, theyhurt, theyhurttheyhurttheyhurt," I quickly spit out.  The clamps are biting, burning.  Oh, they burn and pinch and feel like my nipple may just be pulled off of my body - SHIT I hope that doesn't happen!  My nipples are on fire.  I slow my breathing and process the pain.  "They hurt," I say more calmly.  

"It is too much?" Sir asks patiently.  

"no, but just barely," I respond.

Sir lays my knee to the side and gently lays a hand on my thigh.  I love how grounded that touch makes me feel.  He instructs me to hold my knees out in a butterfly position - as much as possible with my ankles tethered.  He opens my pussy lips and without ceremony, simply dribbles lube down my fold.  It starts at my clit and feels like ice sliding down to my opening.  He takes ..... um .... oh that's The Dildo! I feel.  He's got the head of The Dildo smearing the lube up and down my slit.  Oh, I feel so...what am I feeling....I feel like he's playing with someTHING, that he's working with an inanimate object.  He takes the head of The Dildo and shoves it inside of me.  It's tight and he's being none-too-gentile.  He shoves it to the end of my opening so that it's resting on my cervix.  He leaves it there for a minute and leans up to my ear.

He whispers, "You need this.  You're going to be played with for hours.  You're going to be a good girl and stay right here and take everything that I want to give you.  What do you say?"

"Thank you, Sir." I respond in anticipation.  Oh, I want!  My nipples hurt, my pussy is full, I am bound, collared and blindfolded and I WANT!

Simultaneously, he begins to fuck my pussy with The Dildo and he pulls the FUCKING chain on the FUCKING clover clamps.  Pain and pleasure.  "OOOOOOOOHHHHH"  I SCREAM.  I come apart and he's fucking me hard.  He's ripping orgasms our of me, one after another.  I stop breathing, I arch my back and open my mouth in a silent scream.  As I do this, he removes the clovers and all of a sudden I realize that my nipples had stopped feeling...um....they stopped feeling at all, as I reached one of my climaxes.  But HOLY SHIT, as he removes them, I continue my silent scream but in a non-quiet manner.  Thank God the house is empty, the people three blocks away may have just heard me.

Sir stops as quickly as he started.  He shoves The Dildo deep into my puss and then commands me to close my legs.  He explains that he has a lot of work to do and that I need to to be quiet.  He then pushes the large ball gag into my mouth and fastens it.  He tells me that he will come back and check on me.  He covers me up with one of his large flannel shirts, kisses me, tweaks my nipples (HOLY OUCH), then tells me to be good and not to move.

Ha...I'm bound, gagged, collared and filled...how could I not be good?

Timing is everything.  His work phone rings and he answers it, walking out of the room and shutting the door.

Fantasy Fulfilled (Part 1)

Sir and I had a very LONG playtime and I wanted to capture it (for me and for y'all.) 
It's going to be in four shorter parts.  Sorry for the length.

I dressed for Sir this morning in a long wrap-around skirt, sexy thong, spaghetti strapped tank, sweater and three inch heals.  We ran errands, completely mundane life-stuff.  We went to the grocery store, the pet store, dropped the car to be serviced...yep, NOTHING sexy.  All the time I was walking outside or getting in and out of the car, I was a bit chilly in my thong and bare legs with cool air blowing up my skirt and onto my freshly shaved skin.

We got home and his look hardens.  Oh how I love that look.  "Go upstairs, get undressed and get out my box."  Well I scurry upstairs, relishing in the knowledge that we are alone in our home and he wants to play....with me!  I take off my heels and sweater.  I am looking for some music to put on when he opens the bedroom door.  "Well, you didn't make it very far, fiona."  I explain that I was looking for music and he cuts me off, pushes me flat on the bed, pulls up my skirt, and unceremoniously spanks me.  He doesn't warm up, he's hard and fast.  Just ten, but they are meaningful!
  

"Did I ask you to put on music?"  He asks.  

     "no, Sir," I sheepishly respond.

"Listen, fiona.     Be a good girl.      Take off your clothes."
     SPANK
"Get my box."
     SPANK
"Pick up your things, put them away, and Bend,"
     SPANK
"Over,"
     SPANK
"The"
     SPANK
"Bed."
     SPANK.  

The beautiful AND amazing feeling floggers!

"Yes, Sir." I say more confidently and immediately whirl around and comply.  I hang my clothes and put my shoes away and take out a flogger-box and lay over the side of the bed.  When he walks back over to me he picks up the box and opens it and with no further ado, begins to flog me.  He's flogging florentine - his and my first time and I must say it's impactful, both physically and emotionally (in all the best ways).  I know that's not a great adjective, but it's accurate. 

"Are these new?"  he asks.

OF COURSE THEY'RE NEW...
YOU KNOW WHAT WE OWN - I scream in my head.   

I purchased them as a gift for him and was waiting for the right time to give them to him.  I am rather addicted to Conina's floggers.  Her floggers have featured prominently in our play for a while, though this is our first twin set for florentine!

The flogs are coming quickly and my body is busy breathing, moaning,  listening, processing, and producing the juices of my arousal, I simply have no more threads available for speech.  

He stops and asks his question again.  He waits a minute, flogs one set - HARD, stops, then asks again.

"Yes, Sir," I manage to whisper.  

"Did you ask to purchase these?"  What??  Readers should know this is not part of our dynamic.  He does not restrict what I purchase nor when I purchase it.

"No, Sir.  I bought them as a gift for you.  Should I not have?  I'm sorry, Sir"

"Oh, fiona.  You should always ask before you make purchases like these."

"but I do like them." he says almost as an afterthought and quickly begins to flog again.  

Knots of all different sizes

Oh, it's hard, it's painful - but not too.  It's a deeper thud than usual, maybe due to the millions of knots in the falls.  Because two floggers are hitting me, their impacts are coming quickly and are reaching deep inside me, almost like a deep tissue massage upon each impact. I'm breathing, raising up, wanting more, breathing, moaning, crying out, panting.   There are falls that are unraveled and their tiny knots find their way into tiny folds.  You don't have to use much imagination to imagine what happens when he's not simply flogging on each cheek.  As he moves to one flogger and begins to be more centrally located I raise to my tip-toes to reach closer to him.  I want, I want...  Oh how I want more!

Fantasy based on Reality

Fantasies...

Oh the fantasies that I have.  Some of them will NEVER happen, but are hot as hell in my mind.  Many of them are based off of things that have happened, sometimes modified, sometimes intensified, sometimes made more risqué.  Sometimes it's just a replaying of actual events in my mind.

I go into the office most Friday's with my Sir.  Most people are not in on Fridays so it's typically quiet.  He works and I...work.  So it's Friday and I am going into the office.  We walk down the hall, past his secretary's empty desk and into his office.  I brought the computer with me to do some work, so I sit at the conference table at one side of his office.  He sits behind his desk and gets to work.  Sir is very focused.  He has much to do and uses his time wisely.  Usually he only works till noon so we can then go enjoy lunch together.  I'm wearing heals, a skirt, a white shirt with a scarf around my neck.  I am not really dressed up but more ... put together.

Around 10:30, I notice that he has stopped typing and is looking at me.  I stop typing, smile coyly and say, "hi."  His eyes darken and his look hardens just a bit.  He gets up, never taking his eyes off of me, he walks over to his door and shuts it.  He motions for me to come to him.  I silently stand up, drop my eyes and walk over.  The intensity of his stare has overpowered me - without a finger being lifted, I'm his.  When I get to him, he tightens the scarf - which had been loosely wrapped around my neck - not cutting off my airflow, but making it tight.  Oh - I'm wet.  He pulls me close to him and I think he is going to hug me, but it was simply to unfasten my bra.  Oh no, if someone opened his door, I couldn't fix that quickly enough to have it not be noticeable!  He puts his hands under my shirt and begins to play with my nipples.  He's stretching, pulling, OH, pinching and ... and ... then he bends his head down and starts to suckle...no not suckle - SUCK.  I stand there...trying hard not to move, not to scream, remembering we are in an office.  BREATHE...Breathe...breathe.  Sucking Hard on one - biting, all the while pinching the other.  He plays fairly with my nipples so that he has SUCKED them both so they are feeling...intensly sensitive... YUM, Oh, ya, argh.

He straightens up and whispers in my ear, "That was a good girl." My stomach free falls.  "You were silent fiona.  I am very proud of you.  You usually make so much noise, I had to be sure you could be quiet."  He kisses my ear.  "Now, come here."  Unceremoniously, he walks over to his desk and sits on his chair.  My bra is hanging out of my sleeves down my arms, my shirt is up over my breasts and my now enormous nipples, and my scarf is still tightly wound around my throat.  I walk over between his legs standing between his chair and his desk.  He pushes me down to my knees and grabs my scarf and pulls me to him.  He leans down so that once again his lips are next to my ear.  "You have been such a good girl, but I need a quick break and then I need to get back to work.  I will play with you later - at home.  Do you understand?"  I shake my head. "Good girl, fiona, now remember - you must be silent.  I.  Am.  At. Work."  He leans up and kisses my forehead then tightens the scarf and leans down once again and growls low,  "Do.  Not.  Let a single drip.  Escape!"

With that, he unzips his pants, and releases his hard cock and grabs my scarf.  It is tight now, He moves the two tales of the scarf to one hand by his thigh to act as leverage, then takes his other hand and grabs a fist full of my hair and begins to fuck my mouth.  His cock is so hard, pre-cum on tip.  There is no gently kissing his cock, licking, nothing but ... ulg...gaging ...oh I musn't make a sound.  I am so focused on being quiet, on breathing quietly with that fucking scarf so tight.  Oh my, oh my.....shit I may cum from him fucking my mouth - the thrill of being used to pleasure him ... the thrill of the ... he pushes, he plunges, he, he...

All of a sudden he is cumming. I am so thoughtful to swallow, quickly.  Oh it's so warm - it squirts.  I swallow again and it's so salty.  I can't let any escape. Oh it's good.  I can't let any get on his pants.  Breath, spurt, swallow.  MMMMmmmm.  So good.  With one last grip of my hair, he holds me still, then... releases my head, my scarf and rubs my head.  He murmurs, "oh, that was so good.  That was just what I needed.  Oh, fiona, you were so...."  KNOCK KNOCK.

Shit ... Shit....  he quickly zips up his pants and pushes his chair back - un-trapping me.  I sit, shrinking down as small as I can behind his desk.  He quietly says, "Good girl, put yourself together."  and with that he strides confidently over to the door, opens it enough to walk through and shuts it.  And with that...it's over.  I've been good.  I've provided stress relief.  I did my job.  Oh who the fuck am I kidding.  I am so FUCKING HORNY I think I could explode.  I fix my clothes, my scarf and go sit down trying not to spontaneously erupt.