The lift came to a halt and its doors slid open. The Executive floor. Nervously he padded down the richly carpeted corridor towards his destination - the only lit doorway, right at its end. The floors other occupants were no doubt already enjoying their Friday evening. But no beer filled pleasures for him, oh no. He knocked on the door marked CEO and received a peremptory "Come in". The corner office was well appointed but he knew where he should head for, not to either of the plush chairs, or to the small meeting table, but straight in front of the desk. He stood there and waited. She pretended to study the file in front of her, waiting to see if he became impatient and dare to say something. But silence filled the room. A hiss of nylon carried to him as she sat back and crossed her legs. "You know why I've called you here Higson?" He went to open his mouth but she carried straight on "Of course you do. Anyone with terrible sales figures like yours would realise why they were here......................... the question is what are we going to do about it? He swallowed. He knew only too well what was going to happen now. She stood up and came around the desk. "Let's go into the inner office and discuss your performance further in there". Crossing the room, she unlocked a panelled door and beaconed him with a finger. "God" he thought, "straight to it then".

Deliberately waiting until he had stepped through the doorway, she flicking the light switch on. Anticipating that he might recoil slightly from the room's contents, she gave him a firm push between his shoulder blades that propelled him fully into the room. Looking back over his shoulder he noted that she was now holding a riding crop. She closed the door "well, what the hell are you waiting for? ........ hurry up and strip". There was an ordinary plain wooden chair against one wall. He crossed to it and started to undress. Once everything had been carefully folded he turned again to face her. She pointed with the crop "well get on with, climb up there". He regarded the mixture of heavy wood and thick leather straps with trepidation. He didn't really want to incur her displeasure but was this really necessary? Nervously he spoke for the first time "climb where Mam?". For a moment she regarded him. Perhaps it wasn't so obvious but was he trying to spoil the introduction of her latest piece of equipment? She had only had it installed yesterday but she had been looking forward to this moment since she had commissioned the thing all those weeks ago. That Board Meeting had been more than usually boring so she had turned her mind to the 'problem' of how to secure a man so that he could be whipped as he gave her oral pleasure, while also being sexually teased. Once she'd though the problem thought in her mind it had been an easy job to describe what she had wanted to the craftsman who completed all her commissions.....and the meeting had concluded with the news that company's stock had gone up twelve points.

"Pull that chair into the room and get over it Higson. Climb where Mam?, it's obvious to anyone but a simpleton Higson. No wonder your figures are so bad. You can try to work out where to go while I lay ten stripes across your backside". Knelling on the clothes that he had so recently neatly folded he bent over the back of the chair, gripped its back legs and waited. "Are you going to stay in place or do I need to use some straps?" He risked a look at her. She'd taken off her jacket and stood now 'just' in a white silk blouse, the suit skirt, dark tights (or were they stockings?) and black patent stilettos. Both the skirt and blouse hugged her figure and he felt his dick starting to harden, "no Mam". He wasn't sure if he could keep still but figured that if he did, he might get back into her good books. The swish of the first stroke broke the silence and he gripped the chair leg as tightly as he could. Above his bowed head she coolly regarded the first stripe quickly etching itself onto the pale white skin of his arse. Oh how she enjoyed this, the submissive male bending beneath her, bending to her will. She positioned the crop just to the left of where she had laid her first strike, gave the selected line of skin a preparatory light tap and then raised the crop again.

His breathing was gradually returning to normal. She was pleased with the way he had taken the cropping. Sure, he had writhed after each stroke, but she had waited patiently until he had been able to regain his composure. He'd also managed to avoid crying out, well at least until she had laid the last two cuts over some of the earlier ones. But at least his endurance boded well for the rest of the evening. "Get up now Higson". He eased himself off the chair and gingerly felt his burning backside. "And get over there". She pointed at the new equipment again with her crop "see you kneel there and put you neck there". Now more than ever resigned to doing her will, he climbed up as he was directed. "Good, now I'll secure you". She closed the top half of the broad metal loop behind his head and clicked its lock shut. "That's the neck lock, now the straps". The ones on the kneeling pads were easy, as were those holding his wrists on the adjustable hand bar. Finally she threaded black leather straps through the various slots in the side of the equipment before standing back to regard the fruits both of her labour, and her imagination.

Standing out of Higson's vision she allowed herself a broad smile. "Exactly as planned" she thought. The equipment resembled, in part at least, one of those old fashioned school vaulting horses. One of its ends had been raised and, with the padded vaulting part much narrower than usual, was just barely width of someone's chest. Higson was strapped to this padding, his head toward the higher end and with an arm and leg held against each side of the equipment by more straps. The sides attachment to the padded top had been hinged so that the whole thing could be folded up and stored a large cupboard that was also in the room. But she was most pleased by her idea to shorten the padded area so that it only supported the user's upper body. She smiled again, "that allows me full access to poor Higson's balls and dick and he can't do a thing about it". She looked closer "Mmmmm", just as she'd thought, "the pain of the cropping had clearly done its work in diminishing his ability to get any sort of hard on but she would have to move fast" Stepping forward she slid a metal cock ring down the length of Higson's dick. Pumping him a few times, she felt his manhood growing in her hand. Up at the head of the piece of equipment Higson let out a moan to show how much he was enjoying what she was doing. But down by his dick she was only concentrated on watching its growth, waiting for the moment that she was sure that the cock ring wouldn't come off. Once she was sure she went for his balls, gathering the upper part of his ball sack into one hand and gently squeezing. There was a surprised gasp from above as she replaced her hand with the Kali's Teeth. A thrill pulsed through her as she closed the metal collar around his nut sack and watched the teeth start to dig into the soft flesh. Reaching down, her hand closed on the metal ring that she had tied earlier to the end of a length of rope. She bought it up and completed her securing of Higson's prone body by padlocking it to the tether ring on the Kali' Teeth.

Satisfied, at least temporarily so, she stood up and moved to the front of what she was already thinking of as her 'punishment horse'. His eyes followed her as she came back into his field of vision along the side of the 'horse'. But, strapped down as he was, he had to strain his head back to continue to look up at her. She, in turn, smiled down him as she bought a solitary exquisitely cared for finger to her blood red lips. "Shhh now". She stood there savouring the look in his eyes, until inevitably the strain of holding his head back for so long became too much for Higson and he had to let his head drop. Letting out a snort of derision at his weakness she swept down until her head was right beside his. Her expensive perfume filled his senses "one final thing" she whispered in his ear and then she bent further down and move under him and between the horses two front legs. He had a view of her gloriously rounded arse as she positioned herself down on the floor. She was working on something down there but he didn't know what it was. Then he felt her take hold of his dick again. But instead of feeling any of her wonderful caresses all he could feel was something being slid down the length of his dick. Whatever it was needed more attention because she didn't immediately stand up. Then he felt something lightly touching the bottom of his balls.

Eventually, after various light metallic sounds, she stood back up and he felt a cool hand on his forehead as his head was gently pulled back again so that she could look directly into his eyes. He swallowed hard as he regarded her cruel smile. "Now, some explanation so that you know what I expected of you for the rest of this evening..........and what will happen if you do not live up to that expectation. In a moment I will roll the cabinet that I keep all my toys in over here and then I will climb onto it's top. As you can see it is almost exactly matches the height of your, now locked in place, head. I will then position myself on the cabinet and, once I have pushed my dripping fanny into your helpless face, I will expect you apply yourself to giving me just the best oral workout that I have ever received. While you will be doing that I'll be giving you some 'encouragement' with my range of whips, floggers and others of my toys". You'll also be getting what might be perhaps nicer form of encouragement from the Fleshlight that I've just slid down the length of your cock. You'll be interested to hear that it's attached to a remotely controlled electric motor. If you are very good I might be persuaded to switch it on, and maybe even speed it up enough to allow you to cum. She held the rope up in front of his face, "there are though more weapons of punishment in my arsenal. This rope for example, is attached to the Kali's Teeth bracelet that is sitting firmly above your balls. If I feel that you are not putting in the required amount of effort, or if I, horror of horrors, feel any of your own teeth on my fanny, then you can be sure that I'll give it a good hard yank".

She turned towards the cabinet and swiftly rolled it over so that it was right in front of him. The black stilettos came down on the wheel locks and then she rocked it to make sure that it wouldn't move at an inopportune moment. "There, that's not going anywhere until I am fully satisfied". Using a small stool she climbed onto the cabinet and then reached inside for the first of her floggers. As she started to roll the hem of her skirt upwards she moving herself towards the captive mouth that was about to give her so much pleasure. As her stockinged legs slid either side of him a freshly shaved pussy came into Higson's view. Her voice came from above him "Oh I almost forgot. I've also attached an Ostrich feather to the arm that links the Fleshlight with the motor. As the Fleshlight moves backwards and forwards on your dick the feather will softly tickle your poor bound balls. That should nice for you......well, maybe after an hour or so, not so nice, we'll see". And with that she shifted so that her pussy was pressed fully up against his waiting lips. "Now get on with it" and landed the flogger on Higson's totally exposed back.

The first orgasm was easily achieved. She had been so turned on by all the planning and preparations that he had been easily able to bring her off with just some licks of her already engorged clit. Unsure if he should continue with the same intensity or not he decided to shift his attention to her pussy lips. There was a satisfied sigh above him as her breathing started to return to normal "mmmm that's nice. Let's take our time with the next one shall we?" He tried an muffled "Yes Mam" but was only rewarded by more blows on his back. "I suggest you don't worry about talking and concentrate on the job in hand". There was a soft whir below him and he felt the Fleshlight slowly start to slide up his dick. "Oh that was nice" he thought. He realised that she had laid her plans particularly well when, just as his dick was about to slip out of the Fleshlight the movement reversed and slid the fake pussy back down his dick. But Higson also became aware of the gentle tickling caress that his balls were receiving. 'Mmm, that's rather nice' he thought before turning his attention back to his allotted task.

It was only after the room's silence had been shattered by her fifth orgasm that he really began to suffer. The flogger had long been replaced and so its approach had been accompanied by blows along his back from what he though was a particularly heavy belt. While the Fleshlight had been moving up and down his dick with increasing speed it was not fast enough yet to provide any sort of relief to his straining dick. The extra speed also meant that the feather's tantalising caresses on his balls had also been increased ........and they were balls that were feeling all the more sensitive as the weight of the Kali's teeth bracelet pressed down on them. So perhaps the hesitation in his attentions to her now puffily lipped pussy was understandable. But if it that was true she was having none of it. Pressing her fanny even harder against his trapped mouth she pulled on the rope and relished the explosion of breath against her groin. "Oh that was lovely Higson. So nice to feel the bite of those teeth into your ball sack being transmitted straight into my fanny..............now I could start to get used to that, or are you going to make sure that you give me all of your attention?" A low chuckle escaped her lips as she felt him re-double his efforts on her pussy. "That's better, and to show you that I have a generous side...". The Fleshlight started to move even quicker. "But you'll have make sure that I cum before you Higson, otherwise what you just felt will be as nothing to what I'll do to your poor balls. No, No Higson. Take your time, it's not an Olympic sprint even if you do need to cum.........oh that's better Higson, there may be potential for you yet".

Time was getting on. She had to be at that party later. Never-the-less she wanted to make sure that she really enjoyed this last orgasm. The knowledge that he was probably being driven to distraction by the twin assaults on his dick and balls helped. 'Poor, helpless Higson' she thought, 'just a mouth dedicated to my pleasure'. She ground herself against him, mashing his open mouth against her tender cunt. 'Oh this was so good' she was almost tempted to leave him here after she'd cum again. 'Leave him and come back for some more after the party', now that was a thought. She would have to gag him of course. Although the room was pretty sound proofed she couldn't risk him calling out just as a security guard was doing his rounds in the corridor outside. She could turn the Fleshlight's motor back down, leave him on the edge. Then he'd be here, waiting for her, not knowing when she would come for him, the hours passing with that feather going back and forth across his balls and her juices drying on his face. "Oh shit" she swore under her breath, 'not tonight. The cleaners are due in an hour to give my office a 'deep clean'. Frustrated in her plan, she looked down at the top of his head 'you don't know how close you came there Higson'. Then another thought came to her 'the cleaners won't be doing that next week......oh good'. She click the Fleshlight's motor up another notch, pressed herself once again against his tongue and let her imagination take her over the edge for a sixth time. Below her Higson groaned as the speed of the Fleshlight's embrace of his dick increased. He knew that she was cumming and now, after holding back for so long, he could feel his own orgasm building and building. His hot breath was lost against her burning fanny but there was no mistaking the muffled cries that coincided with those that were coming from the woman above him, the sounds of their joint pleasures filling the room.

It was only a matter of minutes and he was once again standing at attention in front of the other side of the desk, fully dressed. "You can go Higson". He turned on his heels and started to walk from the office. "Same time next week?". He smiled and risking a look at her over his shoulder. "Yes please"....there was the slightest hesitation.... "Mam".