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    STORY # 17                           THE MASTER CHRIS COLLECTION
    THE SECRETARY
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         You thought that you would always be a homemaker.  When you
    got married it looked great and then it seemed routine and then,
    it was five years later and you thought that that was it.  Now,
    here you are, back as a secretary in a new job.  You have been
    working for a full week now and you are beginning to settle in.
    You found that your fingers remembered how to type even when you
    thought that you had forgotten.  Your supervisor is a svelte
    looking woman who has a particularly stern manner.  Your boss is
    one of the most attractive men you know.  He is tall, strong,
    dark haired with the sexiest voice you have ever heard.  His name
    is Mr. Rusko and he and your supervisor, Miss Branck have made
    every effort to start you off in the new job.  They told you that
    you would have a one week trial period and that you had that time
    to get yourself back up to speed.  They were very generous in
    telling you that any mistakes made during the trial period would
    be forgiven.  Miss Branck was very pleasant as she pointed out
    the errors that you had made and by the end of the week, she
    almost none to show you.  You were pleased that both she and Mr.
    Rusko complimented you on your work.  You noticed, however, that
    some of the other girls who have been with the company a while
    did not get the same treatment over their mistakes.  Just before
    you left the office on Friday, you remember seeing Jeannie, the
    girl in the desk next to yours, called by Miss Branck.  Jeannie
    looked nervous as she went over to talk to her.  You saw that
    Miss Branck looked very strict while she talked to her.  Jeannie
    wasn't very talkative when she came back to her desk and when you
    invited her out for an after work drink, she told you that she
    had to stay late to speak to Mr. Rusko and Miss Branck.  She
    looked awfully nervous and you wonder why.  Surely they wouldn't
    fire her for some typing mistakes, you think to yourself.  Now,
    as you enter the office, you see that Jeannie is already at her
    desk looking as chipper as ever.  "Good Morning Jeannie.", you
    say to her pleasantly.  "Hi there.", she replies.  "How did your
    Friday meeting go with the gruesome twosome?", you joke.  Jeannie
    immediately blushes red and she avoids your look.  "It was O.K.",
    she stammers.  This has you even more curious.  "Did you get into
    trouble?", you ask.  She nods her head.  "How come you're so
    nervous about it.", you ask her.  She looks over at you coyly.
    "You'll find out.", she says.  Now you are really curious.  What
    does she mean?  "Tell me.", you say.  Jeannie blushes again.  "I
    can't.", she whispers.  You insist and finally she relents.
    "O.K.", she says, "but you can't tell anyone I told you."  You
    promise.  "Well, sometimes, when I've made a lot of mistakes,
    Miss Branck and Mr. Rusko make me stay after work is over and
    then they punish me for my mistakes."  Your eyes open wide in
    disbelief as a shiver runs down your spine.  "What do you mean?",
    you say.  "It's not just me.", says Jeannie, "most of the younger
    girls get punished that way.  When I first got told to stay late,
    I was brought up to Mr. Rusko's office and they made me sit down
    and then they told me about all of my mistakes.  There weren't a
    lot but they made a big deal about it.  They finally gave me a
    choice.  They said that they knew that I was capable of good work
    and that I could either leave the company or choose to be
    punished by them.  Anyway, I didn't want to leave, so I let them
    punish me."  You face is flushed at this story and you notice
    that your pussy is already soaking wet at the story.  "How did
    they punish you?", you ask.  Jeannie hesitates a long time before
    she answers, "They spanked me just like a little girl."  You are
    really in an uproar now.  Jeannie turns back to your work and you
    start on your own but your mind is in a turmoil.  The image of
    young Jeannie being turned over Mr. Rusko's knee turns you on
    like crazy.  Dominance and submission games are your favorite
    thing anyway and you imagine that Jeannie is lying across your
    knee and that you are lifting her skirt and lowering her panties.
    You look over at her and pretend that her thighs and buttocks are
    slowly becoming revealed.  Your thoughts drift in and out of the
    exciting thoughts all morning and by the time lunch rolls around,
    you take a break in the washroom to masturbate.  You have to bite
    your tongue while your fingers bring your wet pussy to a
    shattering orgasm in only a few strokes.  You are a little calmer
    after lunch, but every time you look at Jeannie, you get turned
    on all over again.  Miss Branck calls you over in the late
    afternoon.  "The work you did last week was actually very high in
    quality.", she tells you, "But I see that there are a number of
    rather simple mistakes in today's effort.  This is really not
    acceptable.  I will expect an immediate improvement or I'll have
    to take some kind of action."  You are embarrassed at the
    scolding and you resolve yourself to improve your work.  You
    continue on with your day and your work does improve.  At home
    that night, your thoughts turn again to the 'punishments' of Miss
    Branck and Mr. Rusko.  You wonder what it would be like to be
    submissive to the two of them at once.  The thought is at once
    exciting and disconcerting.  Our lovemaking that night is the
    best it has been in ages and you surrender yourself totally to
    it.  You ask me to tie your hands together and you love the
    feeling of being helpless while being brought to an orgasm.  The
    next morning, you arrive to work with a glow on your face and it
    doesn't go unnoticed by Jeannie.  "Great night last night?", she
    teases.  You blush as you tell her about your lovemaking.  Her
    eyes open wide. "You really let him tie you up?", she asks.  You
    nod your head.  "I could tell you a lot of stuff I've done.", you
    tell her.  "But, I'd better do it after work."  Jeannie looks so
    interested that maybe you'll actually tell her some of the things
    you have done.  You promise to go out with her after work and
    exchange girl-talk.  She would probably be turned on about
    finding out what it would be like to submit herself to someone
    else totally.  Work continues as per usual but again today you
    are distracted by the thoughts of your own sexuality.  Just
    before the end of the day, Miss Branck calls you over to her
    desk.  "Your work still contains a number of mistakes.", she
    says, "I am really quite surprised.  I think that your quality
    was better last week than today.  In any case, Mr. Rusko and I
    would like to speak to you about it today right after work.
    Please wait for me and we'll go up to his office together."  Your
    heart skips a beat.  Your mind goes into overdrive and you head
    back to your desk as though you are in a daze.  You wonder if
    they plan to punish you just like Jeannie.  What would that be
    like you think.  You hope that they don't and you hope that they
    do.  Jeannie looks at you curiously as you sit down.  "Are you
    O.K.?", she asks.  You nod your head.  "I have to stay late
    tonight.", you tell her,  "Maybe we could meet later instead."
    Her eyes open wide.  "Oh...", she says.  She writes her address
    down on a piece of paper.  It is not far from the office.  A few
    short minutes later, you and Miss Branck are alone in the office.
    "Come with me.", she says.  You follow her to the elevator and up
    to the fourth floor.  You notice that your hands are perspiring
    and that you are really nervous.  You enter Mr. Rusko's office
    and sit down as instructed.  Miss Branck sits next to you.
    "Well, young lady", says Mr. Rusko, "It seems that our
    congratulations were premature.  Now, I know that you are capable
    of quality work so the only conclusion I can come to is that you
    simply aren't paying attention.  Let me tell you the way that we
    handle slovenly work here.  We give the girls a choice.  We tell
    them that they can go and work for a company that is interested
    in low quality work or they can choose to be punished here by
    Miss Branck and myself.  I can assure you that you will not find
    the punishment comfortable.  However, we have noticed that those
    employees who have been punished are generally, happier and much
    more productive.  Now you also have that choice.  Which will it
    be?"  Your heart is racing at a mile a minute.  You really don't
    want to be punished but the thought of it is a turn on and
    besides, you really don't want to leave the company.  "I'll be
    punished by you.", you say in a whisper.  Mr. Rusko smiles.
    "Miss Branck will prepare you then.", he says.  Miss Branck
    stands up and takes you into the next room.  Her look is quite
    severe.  You bow your head submissively and wait for her
    instructions.  "Remove all of your clothing.", she says.  Your
    hands are trembling as you reach for the buttons on your dress.
    It soon falls to the floor and is soon followed by your, slip,
    stockings and panties.  Soon your are wearing nothing but your
    jewelry.  You wait patiently while you look at the floor.  Miss
    Branck stands back to admire your trim form.  Her eyes linger on
    your shaved pussy and you see her smile.  "Very pretty.", she
    says.  She hands you a standard hospital gown that opens in the
    back.  It is short and comes down to just below your buttocks but
    it does cover you.  She turns you around and does up the one tie
    in the back at the top.  She turns you around again and looks to
    make sure that you are ready.  You are mortified that your
    nipples have become quite hard and that your pussy is soaking
    wet.  She takes you by the arm and brings you back into Mr.
    Rusko's office.  The gown opens with every step you take and you
    know that in a moment it will be completely exposed.  Miss Branck
    moves to the middle of the room and sits down in a
    straight-backed chair.  "Lie over my lap.", she says to you.
    Hesitantly you do so, feeling the strange feeling of her nylons
    against your bare skin.  The gown falls naturally to the sides to
    expose your buttocks to their gaze.  You feel her cool hands
    touch you for the first time.  Her left hand is in the small of
    your back and holds you firmly in the proper position.  Her other
    hand rests gently on your smooth bottom.  The spanking starts
    suddenly and you feel her sharp stinging slaps strike first one
    cheek then the other.  The spanking goes on for some time and the
    heat rises slowly from your bottom as it continues.  The heat
    travels directly to your pussy as the erotic punishment
    continues.  You know that you are soaking wet and you hope they
    don't find out.  The whole event seems to happen in a daze as
    though to someone else.  Miss Branck stands you up and you feel
    your bottom is hot.  You think that this it is over and you wait
    for her to bring you back to your clothes.  Instead she brings
    you over to the corner of the room.  "You'll stand her 'on
    display' until we tell you.  She says.  She places you facing the
    corner just like a five-year-old who has just been chastised.
    Your face turns red at the embarrassing position.  You feel her
    hands at your neck and suddenly the gown is untied and she lets
    it fall to the floor.  You are now completely naked in the corner
    of the office and they have you stand there for perhaps five
    minutes displaying your red bottom.  The heat in your bottom
    gradually diminishes until the warmest thing about you is wet
    slit.  The spanking by this woman has turned you on and you have
    no idea what is to come next.  The five minutes seem to go on
    forever and you can sense Mr. Rusko and Miss Branck looking at
    your helpless body.  Finally you hear Mr. Rusko's voice, "All
    right, then I'll complete your punishment now.  Come here."  You
    hesitate for a moment.  You know that as you turn around, you
    will be exposing your entire body to him and you are embarrassed
    to do that.  Blushing yet again, you finally turn around and with
    your eyes downcast submissively, you shuffle over to him.  He has
    you stand beside his chair for a moment as he looks at you.  Your
    hands have naturally covered yourself and he instructs you to
    lower them.  You do so and he looks directly at your firm breasts
    and their hard nipples and your shaven slit.  You know that your
    hot juices are easily visible on your bare pussy lips thus
    betraying your turned on condition.  He makes you stand there for
    a moment while he opens his drawer and takes out a black leather
    strap and lays it on his desk.  His large, strong hands reach out
    to take your wrists and pull you over his lap.  He lays the cold
    leather strap on your buttocks and you shiver as you imagine the
    sensation of the spanking to come.  His strokes start a moment
    later and your bottom is given a good paddling.  When he stands
    you up again, your bottom is hot and there are a couple of tears
    on your cheeks.  You stand before them submissively, no longer
    attempting to cover yourself as they tell you that they expect to
    see better work from you in the future.  You dress hurriedly and
    leave the building a few minutes later.  You are walking in a
    kind of daze as you find yourself at Jeannie's apartment.  She
    lets you in right away.  Her look is concerned as you walk in.
    "Are you O.K.?", she asks.  You nod your head.  "Did they....
    spank you?"  Again you nod your head.  "Well, maybe I could put
    some lotion on for you or something.  Would that help?"  She
    leads you into her bedroom and helps take off your dress.  You
    lie on your stomach, naked again in front of a strange woman as
    she begins gently rubbing lotion into your hot bottom.  Her
    fingers stroke you gently and you feel yourself becoming more and
    more turned on.  You hear her start to breath deeply and without
    saying anything, you spread your legs slowly apart.  Her hands
    naturally slide lower and lower until her fingers discover your
    wetness.  You turn over and pull her face into your shaven pussy.
    Her long, hot tongue slides right into you and the licking of
    your pussy juices is soon followed up by the roving tongue
    finding your hard clit.  Jeannie's hands move up your body to
    pinch your nipples hard and you let out a loud moan.  Your orgasm
    seems to start deep in your body and spread outward right to your
    fingertips.  It goes on for a long time and you cry out at the
    pleasure.  Afterwards, you and Jeannie lie together, "I know what
    it's like.", she tells you, "I'm always so turned on after it
    happens."  You rest for awhile before making love again.  This
    time it is you who brings her to a climax.  By the time you get
    home, it is late but it is a warm, smiling, satisfied woman who
    comes home to recount the hottest story she can remember
    happening in a long time.

    STORY # 18                           THE MASTER CHRIS COLLECTION
    ON DISPLAY
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         It is Saturday evening and we have just finished a fabulous
    meal.  You have prepared a feast fit for kings and the romantic
    candle-lit dinner has left us both in the mood for a little
    after-dinner fun.  "Come on.", I say, "Let's go play."  You give
    me your coy, little-girl smile.  "Yes Sir.", you say.  You follow
    me meekly into the bedroom.  You aren't sure quite what to expect
    as I have made each evening an experience of the unexpected.  I
    have arranged our room with soft lights, and arranged the bed so
    that you can fall right onto it.  Very, very tenderly I start to
    remove your clothing, kissing each part of you as it comes into
    view.  First your blouse drops to the floor and you feel my hot
    breath as I kiss your neck and shoulders.  You moan softly as I
    give you a gentle bite.  I am standing behind you and you lean
    back against me as I reach around to undo the front clasp on your
    bra.  The lacy covering slides down your arms and falls to join
    the silk blouse.  You stretch your hands up behind your head and
    you hold yourself there to expose your breasts fully to me.  You
    know that I love seeing you in this position better than any
    other.  My hands move softly across your smooth skin, stroking it
    and moving in ever smaller circles toward your already hard
    nipples.  You secretly hope that I'll pinch them but I do not.
    Instead, they feel the same soft gentle caressing that the rest
    of you receives.  My hands move lower now, stroking your belly
    and you close your eyes to better experience the feeling as my
    fingers undo the clasp to your skirt.  It falls away from you
    revealing your pale blue silk panties.  They are one of your
    favorite pairs and you know that they look great on you.  You
    feel me turning and you turn also, still with your hands up
    behind your head.  "Open your eyes.", I whisper.  You look to see
    us reflected in the full length mirror in our bedroom.  Your long
    lanky body is stretched out as though attached to me.  Your
    breasts are flattened against your chest and are topped with your
    long brown nipples which are already getting hard.  You see me
    slowly sink to my knees behind you and start to slide your
    panties down your legs.  Your shaven pussy and its long slit is
    slowly revealed.  You step out of your panties, now completely
    naked before me.  My hands guide you to the bed lying you down on
    your front and making sure that you are comfortable.  You
    surrender your body totally to me.  You feel my large strong
    hands touch your feet.  They are drenched in warm oil.
    "Mmmmm.", you say.  Starting at your toes, I slowly move all the
    way up your legs to your bottom.  Over and over I rub your legs
    until all the knots are out.  This is totally unexpected but
    wonderful.  From your legs, I move up and start massaging your
    bottom.  The feeling is glorious.  You feel my fingers dig deep
    into the tissue releasing all the tension you have bottled up in
    your body.  Now my hands massage your back in long, strong
    strokes from the small of your back all the way to your neck.
    You allow your body to relax like a rag doll and the hot-oil
    massage begins to sink in.  By the time I am done with your back,
    you are almost asleep.  You offer no resistance when I turn you
    over to begin on your front.  I start with your temples and move
    down your face.  You have never had it so good.  The massage
    continues down your body, firmly massaging your arms and fingers
    and then moving back up to your chest.  The hot oil is softly
    worked into your breasts and nipples and then lower down to your
    belly and finally you feel your legs being spread apart to
    receive the last of the massage and oil on the lips of your
    pussy.  The whole process has taken perhaps an hour, maybe less.
    You are totally relaxed and more than a little turned on.  You
    open your eyes and stretch your hands out to me.  "Come here.",
    you say in a husky voice.  I shake my head, smiling.  I hold up
    several silk scarves.  "Can I use these on you I ask.  You look
    up into my eyes while a shiver runs through your belly.  "O.K.",
    you whisper.  My hands are very gentle as they tie your wrists to
    the head of the bed.  One scarf becomes a gag and your mouth
    opens wide to offer yourself submissively to it.  Now that you
    are truly helpless, you feel your pussy starting to get very wet.
    You are totally relaxed, but the anticipation of what may happen
    next is very exciting.  I sit down beside you and begin playing
    with your slippery nipples.  I drip more hot oil on them and
    begin rubbing it in.  You feel my fingers pinching the nipples
    only to have them escape by slipping though my fingers.  You
    close your eyes, enjoying the constant stimulation.  All of a
    sudden you hear the doorbell ring.  The loud sound has you start
    and your body tries to get up before it remembers that it is
    attached to the bed.  "Shhhhh", I say softly.  "Relax.  I'll be
    back in a minute."  I leave the room with you still tied to the
    bed and helplessly gagged.  I seem to be gone a long time before
    I return.  When I walk into the room, you are a little relieved
    and then you see that I am followed by your friends; Bill and
    Marge!  You pull frantically at your bonds trying to get up.
    Bill and Marge have never seen you in anything else but your
    Sunday best.  Bill is grinning wildly at your exposed body and
    Marge looks a little shocked.  It is obvious from your position
    exactly what is happening here.  Because of the gag you can't
    even speak to them.  Marge is standing at the end of the bed and
    is trembling a little as she looks at you carefully.  'Perhaps
    she is wondering what it would be like for her?', you think to
    yourself.  I am sitting down beside you again and you close your
    eyes in embarrassment.  "She loves being dominated.", you hear me
    say and despite yourself, you feel your face blush red.  "I have
    had her dominated by both men and women.  I gave her a massage a
    little while ago before I tied her up.  I think her body is
    tremendous when it's covered in oil.  Her nipples are my
    favorite.  Do you see how hard they are.  Look at this, she loves
    them to be pinched very hard."  You feel my fingers at your
    nipples pulling them hard away from your body.  You are unable to
    contain a moan at the sensation.  Your eyes open to see Marge and
    Bill looking at you closely.  You notice that Marge is breathing
    heavily and looks a little flushed herself.  Marge says, "I think
    we should go."  "Please don't.", I say, "She's actually turned on
    by your being here.  Maybe you could do something for her.  Could
    you put these on her nipples?"  Marge looks at the nipple clamps
    with her eyes wide apart.  "What are those?", she says in wonder.
    "They're called nipple clips.", I say.  Marge takes them in her
    hand to examine them.  "Don't they hurt?", she asks.  "Sure, a
    little.", I say, "but she really likes them.  Marge looks at you
    questioningly.  "Do you really?", she asks in a small voice.  You
    nod your head.  She moves slowly over to the side of the bed and
    I move aside.  She sits down beside you and takes one of the
    clips in one hand.  Her fingers are shaking as they pull one of
    your nipples up and away from your breast to attach the clip to
    it.  Your eyes close and you moan at the sensation.  You feel the
    other nipple being pulled and pinched as Marge attaches the other
    clip to it.  You have never been so embarrassed as right now.
    You feel Marge standing up and you open your eyes to see both
    Marge and Bill looking at your body.  "Look Honey.", says Bill,
    her pussy's completely shaved!  You feel my hands gently opening
    your legs and you try to keep them closed.  "Bill", I say, "would
    you please tie her other knee like this one?"  Between the two of
    us your knees are now tied wide apart thus exposing your
    embarrassingly wet pussy lips.  My fingers pull your tender pussy
    lips wide apart to further expose you to your friends.  "One of
    the things she enjoys best", I say, "is to be punished.  Take a
    look at some of these pictures."  You see me take out our private
    album and show the pictures of you being spanked just like a
    little girl.  The album contains graphics pictures of you and
    despite the already exposing position you are now in, you find
    yourself embarrassed again.  Bill is standing just behind Marge
    as they look through the album together.  You can see that Marge
    is turned on by the photographs and you see Bills hands reach
    around her to play with her breasts.  She leans back against him
    and allows him to undo her blouse and slip his hands in to hold
    her firm breasts.  They stop at one picture in particular.  "I'll
    be attaching her like that in a few minutes." I say, "I figure
    that I'll give her a good spanking until her bottom is pink and
    then I'll use her vibrator on her until she comes while hanging
    there.  Do you like using a vibrator Marge?"  Marge looks down
    submissively as she whispers yes.  Your vibrator is on the table
    beside you.  You see me pick it up and hand it to Marge.  Her
    blouse is now completely open and Bill completes the job by
    removing it from her shoulders to reveal her trim breasts topped
    with tiny pink nipples.  "Here Marge", I say, "play with her with
    it.  Just don't let her come yet."  Marge turns on the toy and
    begins touching your hot, oiled body with the humming instrument.
    She starts at the inside of your bound knees and works her way
    upward.  Soon you are straining to be touched directly on your
    pussy but Marge won't allow it.  She touches you all over, first
    your belly, next your breasts, then the nipple clips and finally
    back to your upper thighs but it is a long time before you feel
    the vibrator right on your clit.  She can't leave it there long
    because it will only take a moment for you to come and she won't
    allow it.  It seems like an eternity for you as your body writhes
    in its bonds seeking relief.  Finally she stops, you open your
    eyes to see that everyone's clothes are now on the floor and Bill
    is sporting an erection that is, to say the least, impressive.
    Bill and I untie you and reattach you standing with your hands
    tied to the ceiling.  Your legs are attached wide apart to leave
    you completely accessible to us.  Marge stands in front of you
    and presses her body against your own slippery one.  Bill stands
    behind her and reaches around to remove your nipple clips.  He
    takes first one then the other and places them on Marge's pink
    nipples instead.  She gasps as she feels the piquant pinch of the
    clamps for the first time ever.  Marge stands behind you now and
    you turn your head to see her holding a small leather strap.  You
    see her slide one hand into her brown haired pussy while the
    other swings the leather against your buttocks.  The first few
    strokes are very light but soon she is smacking your smooth
    bottom in sharp stinging strokes.  The spanking turns you on even
    more.  It does not take long and it is over.  You feel Marge's
    hand rubbing your bottom and feeling the heat rising from it.
    One then two of her fingers slide into your dripping pussy to wet
    themselves and then they move further behind you to lubricate
    your tight bottom.  You reach up on your toes and moan behind the
    silk gag as her fingers go particularly deep.  Bill is standing
    in front of you and you feel the tip of his massive hard-on
    nudging against your pussy.  Marge slides her fingers deep into
    your body and you move forward naturally, thus impaling yourself
    on Bill's cock.  Marge controls the rhythm now as her fingers
    slide in and out of your rear pushing you harder and harder onto
    Bill's cock.  You know you are close to coming but it is not to
    be allowed yet.  Marge removes her fingers and they are quickly
    replaced by my cock.  Now you are filled as never before.  Bill's
    large organ fills your pussy completely while my cock fills your
    bottom.  You close your eyes, savoring the sensation.  You hear
    the hum of the vibrator again and it touches your sensitive
    breasts just as Bill and I start sliding in and out of you.  You
    feel me press against your well-spanked bottom and you are even
    more turned on by the feeling.  You open your eyes to look right
    into Marge's.  You open your mouths and your tongues touch in a
    sensitive kiss that connects you all together.  Bill and I start
    thrusting in a perfect rhythm.  He pulls out as I push in then
    visa versa.  Your body feels like its turning inside out.  You
    feel my body tighten in the beginning of my orgasm.  The feeling
    is too much for you and you feel both your pussy and ass tighten
    on Bill and I as your orgasm starts from the depths of your belly
    and flows outward.  You cry out hard against the gag, letting
    yourself scream really for the first time in your life as we all
    begin coming together.  Even Marge, with two fingers deep in her
    pussy moans as her orgasm mingles with yours.  It is perhaps the
    most exquisite sensation you have ever encountered.