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Mistress time. By Ash Durn and Vyttor

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Pueblo Colorado
Alexander Creed Lead a good life. He was a Husband and Father. He was also a rich business consultant. He was a pillar of the community, volunteering time, both for charities, as well as at his Daughters school. He had two loving little girls, One 16 one 15. They were beautiful, and unfortunately for him Sexy as sin. That shouldn't be two unexpected. There mother was a near goddess. A Doctor who specializes in fitness and sports medicine. Together they Owned a High Priced, very fancy Gym. But that was mostly Jenns thing.

They Lived in a Nice house out in a gated suburb in Issaquah, There Daughters both attended Lake High School In seattle, along with many of the other kids in this upscale neighborhood of Seattle. It wasn't Medina, or Mercer Island, the places of old money, or the extremely Wealthy. But still it was more than slightly upscale.

They had a Maid, and a lawn service, they had new cars, and went on fancy vacations. He loved his wife, but there was plenty lacking in it. He was getting into mid life crisis territory, things had grown stale, and he has a sense of unease and guilt. Him and his wife were adventerous sexualy, to the point that she had a long term girlfriend. Her second since they were together, the previous one had lasted ten years, but now the wife was in full on new love mode, and he was getting much less attention. His wife, at least in the sack was pure sub. He was a bit more of a switch, but His sexualy submissive side had only ever been lived out in his active imagination.

He had a hard time talking to the wife about a lot of things, and felt he needed, wanted therapy, he also admitted more and more to his need for sexual punishment.

Jenn Does some investigating and finds a Woman that might be PERFECT. She is Just her husbands type. Blonde, Young looking, Busty, Fit, With perfect hands, and a brain.

Ash Durn didn't have the easiest of lives. She grew up in Montana, and had escaped to college when she graduated high school, by stripping and saving her money. Soon she was also an escort, and than a high priced escort. She had Majored in Business and Psychology,. She was Currently in two different Graduate programs. She was a hard damn worker. She was Expensive, even for there family, but the wife figured she could do with less of an allowance to keep her husband happy. Jenn made first contact and set up an interview, For Ash and Alexander, mostly to see if Ash would take her husband as a client. He was told to bring her a gift.

The interview happened in her "Office" Where he was greeted by a VERY young looking girl, at a reception desk. The Offices where the upper floors of a down town wear house. Very close to many things, on several bus routs, a block from the subway, and three blocks from the commuter train. The Receptionist welcomed him, called him Mr Creed, and Esscorted him down a hallway of Six doors, Each had an apparent nick name on it. Once at the room the Girl unlocked the door. "Strip down, Shower, than go through the door in the back. Take your present with you" Before locking him in. Once he got into the main room it was very.. parisian, fancy, a loft, with other doors leading off of it. No place that seemed appropriate to sit down on nude.

Soon Ash Came out of a room Off the loft landing, she was dressed in a pink shirt, and printed panties, no shoes. As well as holding a pink leather riding crop. She looked surprisingly like his oldest daughter. Her fingers were long , delicate, her fingernails were a hot pink, in a point , about a quarter inch long past her fingers. She came down elegantly, walking with a purpose, moving her hips just enough to be enticing, but not enough to be vulgar. And walked around Alexander. "So tell me, Whats a Man Like you wanting in a place like this" After she completed the first circle of him, she moved the crop, and started running it over his body , inspecting him.

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Alexander had to admit that he was surprised when his wife came to him with Jenn's interview already set. They had always been very honest and communicative, with a somewhat open relationship, but even then that had been more than he'd dared expect from his wife. He thanked her dearly and worked anxiously through the week that preceded the appointment. Luckily he was at the point in his career where he could start sending project managers to most client meetings and personnaly going to only the one or two most important ones.

It was early evening when he arrived at the therapist's office by cab, 10 minutes before time. He dressed sharp, in a dark blue suit of very fine make that fit his tall body very well. In his hands was only a gift-wrapped box, inside of which was a pair of elegant designer high heeled sandals, with straps to wrap around a woman's legs. He knew every women loved shoes. He shook his shoulders to let some of the remaining anxiety slip down and got in. The professionalism of the receptionist was another pleasant surprise to him. The instructions she gave however brought back some of the anxiety. Was this really the right thing to do? He though briefly about his wife and daughters, then got in the prep room and started stripping to take a shower.

After drying his skin Alexander put back his underwear shorts and grabbed the present. He was perfectly comfortable with his body, 6ft with a fit muscled physique carefully worked out in the gym for years, not a single tear on his skin and very little hair anywhere except his head, which was covered in light brown waves of which he was proud. His manhood was also above average on both length and girth, but he didn't feel ready to go naked into the other room just yet. Seeing no place to sit down, he stood waiting until the girl would come in. And she was nothing like he had expected.

It could probably bee seen in his eyes that he was a little taken aback, and his anxiety grew. The girl was much more beautiful than he could have imagined, and he had a hard time not staring at her chest. The confident way in which she walked up to him seemed to move something inside his mind, his gaze almost glued to the sway in her hips. He breathed deeply, trying not to think about sex, which was very difficult given her body and the way she was dressed.

His clear green eyes looked intently at her hands as she slid the crop against his skin. "I..." He was used to being very confident, in personal and specially in professional life. "I thought this was just going to be... an interview. Err... just an opening talk." He held the gift in his hands and stood in his place, moving only his head when needed to keep looking at her.
 
"Ohh It is. If you pass the interview I will show you the rest of my little pleasure palace, But for now you will Just be in here standing still, and answering my questions. The Crop is Simply to keep you in line, and to remind you just who the boss is here. Your not used to having a boss everyday are you Mr Creed? You miss it somewhat. Your Only what two levels from the top of your position, and what the fuck do thouse guys do any way, Play golf with clients? Tell war stories about the Hookers they fucked in thailand on the company dollar. There to busy and self absorbed to pay any attention to whatever the hell it is you do" She said with a little bit more of a smile.

She Smelled behind his ear. Than with the crop sideways instead of flat, drove it between the mans legs to his taint. "You did not do a good Job of washing behind the ears. You don't stink back there, but obviously there is still some cologne stuck to it. Make sure you get all of that crap off of you if your allowed back. Don't worry you will be allowed to store some here for your application as you put back on your masque and return to the masquerade that is your daily life.

She waled around, and used the crop to lift the dick up, examining it. "Not bad, I do have to say I have a weakness for the big ones, and I can afford to be picky, and have turned down potential clients for having too small a cock alone. Its sad that so many form a submissive complex over the shortcomings of there cock" She said with a snicker. Lifting the Crop more so that the cool smooth leather ran along the underside, twisting at just the right pint to cause a sharp sting as it slid through the piss slit. Nothing serious, not even paper cut pain, but.. unexpected.

Ash Than took the present with one hand, and took it over to a table. "Now Lets see what you think would impress a Girl like me" She was still holding the crop with one hand, figures wrapped around it , not gripping it , more wielding it with balance and finesse. As she used her other hand to slip the bow apart, she started to twirl it in her hand each finger going over and under to make it take a slow spin in the air.

Once the Box was open She looked at him a little surprised, but neither a happy or sad surprise, just ran into something that she had not expected. "Well, Your wife obviously told me that you had a little bit of a hand fetish, and a lesser fetish for feet. So I had been expecting gloves, a bracelet or a Ring. Something to accentuate them. I do not mind getting fineries that are more for my clients pleasure than my own. However, You did fuck one thing up with the shoes, and you will return them. They are Real, you can save significant money at a few shops in the international district, My Assistant will give you the addresses either way. You bought these at Neiman Marcus, who charges more than nordstroms, who in turn pays top dollar and marks up 100% from a designer who pays slaves 50 cents an hour. I would rather The slaves get there 50cents an hour without some Middle man getting ten thousand dollars for simply being the middle man. The shoes from the ID are counterfeit in only the sense that it cuts out much of the old moneys stranglehold on the transactions of luxury goods. "

Ash came closer. "That is unless you put some personal value on an item, simply because it was valuable. Your wife lead me to believe you were a frugal man.

"And Why are you NOT fully hard yet?" As she came over. "Do you need a Viagra, are you already that old of a man. Do you know how many hours I put into this body, into my make up, my hair, my hands feet and nails. Do you know how hard it was to find that silly perfume your wife told me your daughter wears, to get my make up just right to look like her. Ohhh you dont think your wife notices you watching her cute little ass as shes walking away? Licking your lips at the Dinner table whenever she bends over and stretches for something, watching her nubile small cleavage? You don't think Your wife knows that you're a sick enough fuck to want to plow your on daughter?"

Of Course a lot of that was made up by Ash, she didn't know for a fact any of it was true. The Wife had been much more coy about that aspect of the situation. However knowing psychology as she did, studied with an emphasis on human sexuality, the comments the wife did make lead Ash to make some assumptions. The easiest one was the perfume, it was not hard to find at all, it was the thing currently in vogue with the WASP Mall set, and if this guys 16 year old daughter wasn't in the Wasp mall set, no ones kid would be.
 
What am I doing here? This .... girl... must be half my age! That thought was running over and over inside his mind, or rather his brain was running around it over and over again. Yet there was something that made him feel that he belonged there, just right there. Or rather a couple of things, he couldn't quite place his finger on exactly only one detail.

It was her poise and confidence. Or perhaps her sheer beauty and hot-like-hell body. Maybe the way she read him, knew his secrets almost as if she could read his thoughts... he wondered how easily could she push his buttons... and would she?

As the blonde spoke about having a boss he didn't reply - he knew she was rather making a speech than actually asking him something. He smiled a little, for indeed he was not used to having a boss, and he liked it that way. Usually. His smile grew wider, a little more proud, when she complimented him on his cock. It was wiped out from his face as she slid the crop through the slit.

Alexander heard everything about the ID in silence. He was a proud man, not used to being humbled like that. His mouth opened, as he wanted to reply something, make one of his usual remarks about the market, the economy, but he closed it again silently.

The man was a little surprised when she asked about his being fully hard, although the authoritative way in which she questioned it made his cock rise a little bit more. Her sexy sway as she walked back to him also helped, as he eyed her barely dressed body more and more hungrily. At each detail she mentioned his gaze followed, her hair, her hands - especially her hands and perfect nails, her sexy bare feet, her toned legs and firm ass, her enchanting cleavage... It took him a moment to realize she wasn't talking about herself, but about his daughters, and another second to force himself into the rage that was expected of a decent man being accused of such sinful thoughts.

"What?! I... I don't... I don't! I am not some dirty dog who goes around... lusting for his own daughter!" He started the phrase almost throwing the words at her face, but at the end he could no longer stare at her. His eyes wandered, having lost his confidence. He knew he had never CONSCIOUSLY desired his daughter. But could it be?
 
"Ohh Come on Alexander, You are not the first man to have certain feelings for his own daughters. Hell it would be more abnormal If you didnt. harbor feelings of lust. Hell I bet your the exact type of guy who greets her boyfriends with a smile, a handshakes, Lay down the law, all wile thinking about how much better the world would be if you could shoot him in the head to prevent him leaving his filthy seed planted in your daughters garden again" She Smirked. "Hell you would probably be more upset to find her in bed giving a hand job to her boyfriend than if you were to find your wife being plowed by the Seahawks" She came close to him. Her hand down at his cock, pressing against it as she found what she was looking for.

In her hands she pinched a single hair, and plucked it right out of his nut sack, hard and fast, pulling his scrotum along with it. "You Are allowed to talk, at all times, You are allowed to interject, this is a relationship, not the millitary, But ALWAYS at least attempt to look into my eyes when you do. If you are too bound up to do so, or blind folded, OR If im behind you, or even just given you an order that would prevent you from looking me in the eyes, these are good excuses. You being too much of a pussy to Lie to my face, or too ashamed of the truth is not acceptable. " Grinning a little bit. She brought the hair to her nose and gave it a small wiff.

"Say that again, Looking at me, Or Change your mind and be honest" Her chest pushing into his.
 
Blood came down to his cock rushing in pulses as Ash's hand brushed against it. It was fastly becoming very hard. Then "agh!", he let out a short exclamation as she pulled the single hair. His knees didn't buckle the least.

Alexander looked the therapist in the eye. Even though he was a couple of inches taller, her gaze seemed to have such power as to make him feel smaller. That thought didn't cross his brain consciously, for his mind was busy pondering what she had said to him, the small, simple challenge she had given him. "I..."

He hesitated and looked down. His gaze fell at her cleavage and his cock pulsated once again. It was hard tearing his eyes away from her breasts but he made the effort and tilted his face a bit up again. "Well, my daughter is... beautiful." His lips squirmed together. He had to admit his daughter was quite sexy indeed. Both of them were, actually, and it was only natural that he found them so seeing as they had taken after their mother. He looked down again at the cleavage so proudly displayed before him.
 
"Witch one do you want to fuck MORE, your eldest or your Baby Girl, Witch one do you imagine screaming out Daddy as you cum on there young tits?" Looking up at him with a Wider Grin. "By not continuing the obvious lie you've already admitted to it. Might as well come clean. Im not here to judge you, Im simply here to Help you work out a few things, and to give you the things that your family can not" Her lips going to his nipple, She Didnt Bend over, instead just spread her legs out in her flat sandals. She kept looking at him as she took a quick lick of his man tit, before giving it a fairly gentel Nibble. Her hands resting on his naked Waist as the interview continued.
 
Alexander's eyes opened wide and stared at the girl as she asked which daughter he would prefer to fuck. The audacity! Yet he could not muster the strength to say anything as she cut him with the truth of it. He had to admit it, she was right. The mention of young tits once again brought his gaze to her cleavage like iron to a magnet. My daughters do not have such an amazing rack, though, he considered silently in his mind.

His eyes then fluttered a little as she started teasing his nipple. His cock was fully hard now, no doubt, between the view he had and the sensual touches. "I -ah... y-yes... I admit it." His voice was throaty, but positive. One of his hands instinctively came to the back of her neck, his fingers mingling with her hair and starting to apply a gentle pressure as if to bring her closer, to keep the sensations going.
 
"Not Fully, not yet, I did Ask you which one you prefered, the More studious , brunette , younger sister, or the cheerleading popular girl that we all know would be doing much better in school if she did not place such high priority at hanging out at Lincoln Square Mall" She said smiling up at him. Her hand twisting the crop around and quickly smacking his ass with a sharp sting. "No touching ME unless I give permission. but I suppose that could be overlooked somewhat as You don't fully know the rules Alexander" She gave him a smirk. "And If I do Accept you for my .. open.. Slot.." said seductively and suggestively "There will be touching. I am not one of those dominatrixes that does not have sex with her clients"
 
As he felt the sharp sting from the crop his first instinct was that it was for not fully answering the question, as Ms Durn had pointed. So he blurted out quickly "S-Suzie! The brunette!" The reply came from deep within, unthought, and surprised himself. His daughters were both beautiful, but Suzie had something of a sexier quality - more driven, intelligent, confident.

Then he understood that it was his hand - which had obsviously frozen in place immediately after the smack. He withdrew his hand, arms open out to the sides just a bit, and listened to her sensuous promise with a soft sigh of desire and a shiver all over his body, obviously including his cock. Lust was clear in his eyes. Yet he became curious about something, and since this was an interview he decided to ask: "How do you ensure your safety? I'm not the rapist type, but a guy like me could force himself onto you, no?"

It was a genuine question. For all his kinks and all the lust he already felt for the seductive girl in front of him, rape indeed played no part among his fetishes.
 
"Easy, I met your wife, confirmed your identity before you were given this address. There is one other employee on site, the building has security, nothing that most people can acess, You rapeimng me would hurt you more in court than the rape would, and I don't think you have the right makeup to be a rapist anyway. Or a Murderer. But there are precautions in place. Things you don't need to be fully aware of. But I do have the same security company as the microsoft executives as consultants" Going a little buisness like.

"Now, get on all fours and crawl to my couch, and we will get more in depth into the interview.." Smirking a little bit as she Turrned around and shook her ass at him slightly as she walked to a lounging couch, laying on it, and twisting to be on her side, hand on her head watching.
 
Alexander did hesitate for a moment, unused to such things. He wanted to question the order, it was his nature to challenge it. Yet the sway of that ass was quite enticing, and after a little internal fight he timidly crouched down and started crawling towards the couch slowly, looking firmly ahead.

It felt funny, his long hard cock swinging between his legs as he tried his best to walk on all fours. His knees got a little sore from the small distance, as he never put them down like that.

He stopped with his face level with her chest and had a hard time prying his eyes from her cleavage to look at her face. Then he bobbed his head lightly, as if silently asking "what now?", clearly not a man who regularly waited on orders from other people.
 
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