Of Leather & Lace (Doc, Nymph & Flick)
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				Title: <strong>Of Leather &amp; Lace (Doc, Nymph &amp; Flick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Effeari</strong> on <strong>21-08-2017, 14:41:53</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/2e/8b/74/2e8b74a0167adfbf277c735b86f9696e.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Of Leather and Lace</strong></span></div><div align="center"><sup>by Flickaha (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=36101), TheDoctor46 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=14587) &amp; Nymphadora (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=46644)</sup></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://lady.md/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/wallhaven-235197-1050x595.jpg)</div><br>The office (http://cdn.luxuo.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/One-Hyde-Park-penthouse-468x287.jpg) was a pristine example of wealth. A floor space which occupied a singularly unparalleled view over the city. The crown jewel of Harper-Dasse, the foremost pharmaceutical company in the country. From the ornate, expensive furniture, to the glass walls which looked out to the dizzying distance beyond. Even the floor was opulent. Smooth black marble, the walls bright and white, littered with hand-picked paintings and wonderfully offset with lights. They were dimmed now, the lights from the city leading the focus. It was late, far past business hours. And yet the people inside the office were undeterred. <br><br>Late nights were business as usual for the workaholic couple.<br><br>Though perhaps their intentions could have been a little more professional, if they tried. The sounds in the office were primal ones. Soft moans, the slap of flesh against flesh. A voyeuristic show for the city below. They were above them all, physically and metaphorically. The two people, utterly engaged with each other, were two of the richest people in the country. And certainly, the most powerful people in the building. <br><br>In the daylight hours, this office was designed to intimidate. But now? As long, perfectly manicured fingers gripped the edges of the imported desk tightly, kunckles turning white. The scent of passion permeating the air. Now it was their world. Penelope hadn’t known what he wanted when he’d first strode into her office unannounced. They rarely saw each other at work. But when he’d leaned against her desk, knotted a hand in her dark hair and inclined her head towards him, a familiar predatory grin on his lips. She’d understood. Penny had been lost in her work, she’d lost track of how late it was. Even after all this time she was taken aback by how handsome he was. Nine years of marriage and he still gave her butterflies.<br><br>There was a problem at work, one they’d never encountered before and she was struggling to deal with it. <br><br>It had obviously detained her longer than she had planned. She'd missed their date. <br><br>They had very different roles within their company. Human resources were supposed to be one of her areas, and yet there <em>she </em>was, a traitor in their midst. One who was trying to outsource valuable information to their competitors. Information which would seriously detriment their bottom line. A lot of damage had already been done, the perpetrator had been ridiculously clever. Adaptable. Penny herself had watched as she bypassed suspicion, changed her tactics to evade their roadblocks. <br><br>Finally, it was dealt with. Officially at least. <br><br>She would be fired.<br><br>But that irked Penny. You didn’t cross Harper-Dasse. Penelope wanted to send a message. Not just to the company but to this woman as an individual. She wanted to beat the submission she was owed out of her. To show her exactly who she was messing with and just how tiny and insignificant she was. Unfortunately, the law tied her hands in so many ways. Twenty years ago, you could’ve hired somebody to wipe a traitor off the face of the planet – she remembered her father telling her so. With the right amount of money anyway. But times were indeed changing. Harper-Dasse was a prominent name, they couldn’t afford the smear of scandal.<br><br>Penelope Harper-Dasse had to be above reproach.<br><br>But Katherine O'Rourke had no idea who she was crossing. Penny had spent hours researching her, she wasn’t new to business, but evidentially Katherine was. <em>Very </em>new as it happened. Her entire identity was plastered online for anybody to stumble across. Recently graduated, intern-come-accountant. Skating around the bottom rungs of the company. The fact that she had dared to access and pass on the files she had? It showed tenacity. But not enough. Beyond what her personnel file told her, Penny had needed to rely on the internet. And that had filled in the last few pieces of the puzzle.<br><br>Poor, homeless (<em>she’d found various roommate requests on local sales sites</em>) and most interestingly of all; <em>submissive</em>. She was like the perfect prey. And Penny’s mind was whirring in twisted and sadistic ways. A minnow, swimming in shark-infested waters. But worse, she’d cut herself, got their attention and had no clue of the dangers that she had invited in. Penny was stalking her, half starved and waiting for the perfect moment to snap her tremendous jaws.<br><br>In fact, before her husband had entered, Penny had already been toying with a contract. But this wouldn’t be one that their lawyers needed to look over, or even see. Penny had graduated at the top of her law-school class. She knew it was airtight. Obscene; but airtight. <br><br>She wanted to make an example of Miss O'Rourke.<br><br>But she also wanted to have some fun whilst doing it.<br><br>After all, what dominant sadist could overlook the doe-eyed hopeful eyes of a sub waiting to be broken?<br><br>Her problem? The man who had bent her over the desk, slid her skirt over her taut legs and ripped off her panties without a moment’s hesitation. The lace had dug into her hips as he pulled, but the pain made it all the better. And she owed him. Their unspoken arrangement that if you missed a date because of work, you belonged to the other for the duration of the night.<br><br>He was apparently not wasting anytime on small talk.<br><br>Once he had been her partner, an ambitious young man that she’d met in college. When they’d started Harper-Dasse they’d been young, naïve, fresh out of college. Her vast inheritance burning a hole in her pocket. Ten years on, she’d never imagined the success they’d forged. She’d also never imagined they’d be married. If she had then she might have dropped the Harper entirely and focused solely on his name. Dasse. It didn't have quite the same ring to it. Besides, it was never a bad idea to have her late, billionaire father's name on their papers. Harper was a name that was known well in the medical field. <br><br>Their personal relationship had been a whirlwind, they’d met. They'd promised each other it was just business, that they didn't want things to get messy. They'd fallen into bed with each other regardless; unable to resist. Late nights and spending every moment together had put asunder any logic or rational thought. <br><br>They'd married within the first year. <br><br>Nobody thought it would last. <br><br>Nobody had counted on how much she adored him. How much she loved him. <br><br>But increasingly, as their life jumped from strength to strength, she was missing <em>something</em>. They were equal, in everything, and though they played. Tying each other up, blindfolds, a little spanking here and there…neither of them were what you’d call submissive. Penny longed for that, to share <em>that </em>with him, to have somebody that they could use. Hurt. Own. It wasn’t something she’d shared with him, the last thing she wanted was for him to think that she wasn’t satisfied.<br><br>But they were in their thirties now. Life was rushing by them and the next logical step in their golden existence seemed to be children. A family. Everybody expected it. Their friends. Their family. The press. Penny just wasn’t <em>ready</em>. She wanted to try <em>everything </em>before they settled down.<br><br>And what better opportunity was there than this?<br><br>If they dabbled? Found somebody on the internet (<em>and she’d definitely contemplated that</em>) it could be the ruin of them. Their reputations and their company. They needed somebody who was indebted to them. Who had as much to lose as they.<br><br>With their lawyers and the power of Harper-Dasse behind them, Katherine could be looking down the barrel of at least thirty years behind bars. <em>For fraud. Exposure. Corporate sabotage. Theft. </em><br><br>Of course, all of these thoughts were pushed aside as he’d pushed into her, pressing her against the desk. Though even as he fucked her, her eyes flickered to the contract next to her hand. He knew all about Katherine’s transgression; there was nothing the two of them didn’t share. But did he know just how depraved the thoughts of the woman he married were? With a final flush of courage, brought on by her arousal and the proximity of her orgasm, she pushed the contract to the side a little. <br><br>“I drew this up,” she pointed out, even as he bottomed out inside her, pushing against her cervix in that painful yet delicious way he always did when she was bent over. She didn’t know how much attention he would pay to the words. There were some which stood out, or was that just because she had written them?<br><br><em>Slave. Indebted. Consent. Intimate relations. Slut. Whims of your masters.</em><br><br>She’d never written the word slut into a contract before.<br><br>Was it too much? Offering to exchange imprisonment and legal proceedings in order to secure the submission of a pet? Was it just her who was invigorated by the thought of breaking the woman who had tried to make their company look like fools? Katherine was a beautiful woman, young, bright-eyed, amazing ass. She’d checked all of that out too. <br><br>But would she accept it? <br><br>Or would she prefer a life in prison?<br><br>To sweeten the deal Penny had tacked on a final selling point; the conclusion of their contract would award Miss O'Rourke one million dollars. For services rendered. <br><br>And indecent proposal. An irresistible offer, provided she could get her husband to sign off on it too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Leather &amp; Lace (Doc, Nymph &amp; Flick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheDoctor46</strong> on <strong>22-08-2017, 12:45:05</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/2e/8b/74/2e8b74a0167adfbf277c735b86f9696e.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Of Leather and Lace</strong></span></div><div align="center"><sup>by Flickaha (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=36101), TheDoctor46 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=14587) &amp; Nymphadora (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=46644)</sup></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8f/19/6c/8f196c8ddfd5ffb98bffb8ff30cf2bbf.jpg)</div><br>Their marriage was of very few rules. This in itself was the most important of rules, especially for the workaholic couple who were often consumed by the very company they had set up together. Back then they had been young, naïve and hungry for success. They had worked hard and in doing so it had often come at the detriment to their relationship. No one expected them to get married, even they had been surprised at just how quickly they had fallen in love.<br><br>They'd married within the first year. <br><br>Nobody thought it would last. <br><br>The company had continued to grow, and was now one of the biggest in the country and in turn had made them one of the richest couples, not just in the country, but the world also. Work wasn't everything however. Whilst they were both incredibly proud of where they had got to, they had both realised that work couldn't consume every minute of their day, and that they needed to make time for one another. It had been at that point they had brought in one of the only rules in their marriage.<br><br>They'd have one date night week. The day for this would be figured out at the beginning of the week, and if their diaries were full, then they would make room for it. Just one date. Once a week. Of course they saw each other most nights, but this was one night where they could forget about work and go out as a couple.<br><br>It had been a long day already. Dan had been working since the early hours of the morning. When he had left their marital home, Penny had been fast asleep, spread out naked in their bed. He hadn't bothered waking her, knowing that she'd had a few busy nights previous. He had left a note upon the coffee machine, reminding her that it was date night, and that he'd meet her at home at 7.<br><br>He had left work at 4. He popped into the gym for a quick workout before he had headed home, grabbing a quick shower before he began to get dressed, ready for the night. He had got them tickets to one of her favourite bands. Not just normal tickets, but special VIP ones, where they'd be able to watch from the side of the stage. He'd also arranged to grab some dinner after in one of her favourite restaurants however she was late.<br><br>He waited until 7 before he drove back into the office. There was still plenty of people around, working busily upon the various office floors. He walked through with purpose before he took the lift to the top floor where he knew he'd be able to find his wife. She was still hard at work and he closed the door behind him before he had walked towards her desk.<br><br>Their unspoken arrangement was that if you missed a date because of work, you belonged to the other for the duration of the night. Dan didn't want to wait until he got home. He didn't want any small talk either. She knew she was late. She had known it was a date night, he didn't need to say anything.<br><br>He had pulled her out of her chair, and had pushed aside her keyboard and various piles of paperwork. He had bent her over the desk, slid her skirt over her taut legs and ripped off her panties without a moment’s hesitation. The lace had dug into her hips as he pulled, but he knew she craved the pain that it had provided.<br><br>The office that was the crowning jewel for Harper-Dasse was quickly turned into just another room for Dan to dominate his wife. The sounds in the office were lewd ones. Soft moans, the slap of flesh against flesh, not to mention his primal grunts as he forced his cock deeper inside of her inviting sex. <br><br><em>“I drew this up”</em> <br><br>He ignored what she had for a moment as he bottomed out inside her, pushing against her cervix in the way he always did when she was bent over. He had figured that she had been doing something important in order to miss their date night but he hadn't known what she had been working on. He grabbed the papers from beside her hand, yet only after he struck her ass hard with the palm of his hand. He placed the contract down upon the arched back of his wife and saw the name upon the front of it, Katherine O'Rourke.<br><br>It had been him that had interviewed Katherine, along with his wife. He had been impressed with the skills she had shown. She had shown everything he looked for in a potential candidate and matched many of the things that they had been looking for. Her looks hadn't been taken into consideration when deciding on whether to employ her, however he had endorsed her employment, even going as far to personally get involved in arranging for courses to be set up so that she could progress in the company. Therefore naturally he had been disappointed when Penny had told him about what had happened, what Katherine had done, not to mention the sites that had stood out whilst they had done a full server check to see what sites their employees had been visiting.<br><br>He turned to the second page and scanned over the document, particular words standing out, just as his wife had written it.<br><br>Slave. Indebted. Consent. Intimate relations. Slut. Whims of your masters.<br><br>He knew that Penny was dominant. They were equal, in everything, and though they played. Tying each other up, blindfolds, a little spanking here and there…neither of them were what you’d call submissive. Their sex life had never been anything less than explosive. Yet this contract would certainly allow them to further explore their dominant sides, he knew that Penny was the more sadistic of the two of them, he knew her better than she may have realised. He would do anything for her and if it meant having Katherine as their little 'pet' to play with, then so be it.<br><br>Of course he didn't tell her this.<br><br>Instead he slammed into her. Within a few thrusts his body tightened up. <br><br>He wasn't giving her a release. <br><br>Not yet.<br><br>His body twitched and she'd quickly feel thick ropes of his warm seed firing into the most inner depths of her pussy as his thrusts became short but powerful, his grunts filling the large office before he was done. His balls had been emptied for now and he pulled out, observing the mess he had made of his wife before he stepped back.<br><br>He picked up the contract off of her back and reached down to pull his trousers and underwear back up, tucking himself in before he fastened his belt once more.<br><br>''Forget the panties, pull your skirt down and let's go home. We can discuss this contract whilst you've got my cock down your throat and I am watching the game''.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Leather &amp; Lace (Doc, Nymph &amp; Flick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>25-08-2017, 18:45:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/Margot.jpg)</div> Life had always been fairly good for Katie. She was 22 now, done with college and in a career she enjoyed. She’d grown up with a couple of siblings and loving parents. All of them gorgeous yet quite down to earth and approachable. Katherine O’Rourke did know how to use her body, though. Her long blonde hair was soft and cared for, her eyes big and blue, her lips full and able to pout in just the right way to make a man melt and do what she needed. <br><br>There was more to Katie than her good looks and charm, though. She was smart and analytical. Excelling through her college accounting courses with an aptitude for seeing the bigger picture in business and advanced auditing. She would have gone on to a Masters degree but an opportunity opened up that would pave the way for Katie to find success in another fashion.<br><br>A position at Harper-Dasse had opened up. It was low level, something that her education, had she gone on and gotten her Masters, would have been beneath her. Even now, it almost was. But that wasn’t what had made it so appealing. Katie had been recruited, seduced by the bigger picture and much bigger payout, if she was successful. And now, six-months in, she <em>was</em> successful at her secret, bigger role.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/3/3c/KatieO-Nymph.jpg/673px-KatieO-Nymph.jpg)</div>Confidence was high and the thrill of corporate espiangage was addictive. Her handler had become her lover. An older man with an air of dominance she could not resist. He showed her things in the bedroom that made her quiver in ways she’d never dreamed imaginable. Ropes, leather, chains and latex. Her bonus rewards for bringing him the information he wanted were powerful climaxes after what felt like endless hours of ecstatic build up. <br><br>She began to seek out others like herself. Searching and learning about BDSM and even finding other partners to play with now and then. Then something changed. Her handler started to pull away, started to turn her down when she called him. Something was wrong and her gut was flipping with nerves when he took longer to reply to texts and emails. Paranoia set in as she tried to just go about her daily workload. <br><br>A further turn would leave her desperately hunting for a new place to live. Katie’s luck had soured across the board. Her family was way across the country from her and pride kept her from calling them for help. She was intelligent and resourceful and convinced she would work out her issues. She had one more chance to prove herself valuable to her ever distant handler. Perhaps that had been his plan all along.<br><br>The documents were on a server she didn’t normally have access to. A simple override would get her into levels above her normal permissions. Simple for the person she was daringly getting ready to approach. Katie had no idea she had been discovered. Had no idea that her handler had been warned off of her because she’d been careless. She was losing her apartment because of a shareholder within the competitor’s board was ensnared in the same potential scandal and shit rolled downhill. Katie was being systematically cut loose and was grasping at this one chance to get back in their good graces.<br><br>It was after hours. Well after hours, but not only was Katie trying to get one last bit of information for the competition, she was also trying to keep on top of her regular work. The audit was running behind schedule and her manager had said it needed to be finished that day or she would be in serious hot water. Unfortunately Katie’s terminal had begun locking her out approximately twenty minutes earlier. She had been trying everything to get back on the server, worried she would get written up for not finishing the audit in time. There was no way for the young woman to know that she had been deliberately locked down from much higher up within the company.<br><br>The navy skirt and white top (http://33.media.tumblr.com/04a4342c758e28602e6493887d4b71a7/tumblr_nd9fqxfSZ61shaydeo1_1280.jpg) were light yet Katie was warm as she stepped off of the elevator. No sign of staff. Even the cleaners weren’t around. It was maybe early for them despite how late it was for those bare few who remained. The executive floor was quiet, nearly silent. <em>Nearly</em><br><br>There was a rhythmic thumping sound. Faint but distinct. Katie barely breathed as she stepped silently towards Mrs. Harper-Dasse’s office. Low voices that didn’t sound as if they were forming words could be heard. Was she about to catch the couple or was the boss-lady diddling someone else? With a smirk, Katie stepped up to the door, enjoying the sounds for another moment before lifting her hand and knocking. Her thinking being she would catch the woman off guard and be sent away quickly with whatever she needed. The blonde quickly straightened her face to innocent and sweet, her hair set in light waves around her shoulders as she folded her hands behind her back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Leather &amp; Lace (Doc, Nymph &amp; Flick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Effeari</strong> on <strong>28-08-2017, 11:42:26</strong>
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				She felt him finish. Felt the familiar swell and throb of his cock deep inside her as he spilled over his limit. It was frustrating, as he knew it would be. Penny didn’t voice it though, she had asked for this. Albeit unintentionally. He was punishing her. As he pulled out, his orders clipped and clear, she tilted her head slightly for a minute trying to work out his mood. He seemed angry. Disappointed perhaps? Her mind raked through dates quickly. Not an anniversary. Not a birthday. She hadn’t missed anything to warrant annoyance. <br><br>Her brow deepened for a second before he finished his sentence. W<em>e can discuss this contract whilst you've got my cock down your throat and I am watching the game</em>. She bristled at that, but didn’t betray her inner confliction. This was part of their deal, she was his for the night. And it flattered her that even though his passion was sated, he still hadn’t gotten enough of her. It was nice. After all these years he still wanted her just as badly as when they’d first gotten together. Or at least she hoped so.<br><br>Penelope wasn’t an unattractive woman. Quite the opposite. She knew that she had a dark beauty, an allure. It was something she utilised constantly. For the press, for their board of chairmen. Stuffy old men that were always susceptible to a short skirt or a flash of cleavage. But that was as far as it went. She never widened her dark eyes to appear feminine, never brushed against their arms or appealed to their testosterone driven need for dominance. Penny was a powerful woman who resented infringing on any single part of her success. <br><br><em>Respect</em>. <br><br>She demanded it in spades. <br><br>And a part of her was a little disgusted by anybody lesser. She dealt with it every day. Simpering morons who thought that because she held the ovaries of the Harper-Dasse conglomerate that she would be soft. Pliable. Maternal. It didn’t take long to realise just how great a mistake that was. Penny was unflinching. Unyielding. Formidable. Her beauty reflected that. Pristine. Elegant. Flawless. It was something she prided herself upon. <br><br>It didn’t mean that she didn’t have a gentler side. It just meant that here, in this building, she didn’t want to ever be labelled as weak. She would do whatever it took to ensure that it would never happen. And yet here she was, pantiles in her office, with her husband barking down orders.<br><br>This was why they had their agreement. She couldn’t argue. And this wasn’t weakness, it was business. A forfeit. <br><br>She pulled down the hem of her dress (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/d9/ec/c3/d9ecc3b88ccf302fc1c3e2c0fd051f2c--short-lace-dress-black-lace-dresses.jpg) demurely. Then opened her immaculately painted lips to speak, but was interrupted by a knock. Penny didn’t need to glance at the clock to know how late it was, or be irritated that anybody would dare interrupt her at this time of night. Her eyes met Dan’s for a moment, before the ice-façade of indominable business woman closed down over her. <br><br>Only Dan really understood that it was an act. That she was so afraid of being walked over, or worse, overshadowed by her father’s legacy; that she needed this. Some women wore innocence and vulnerability like a shroud, inviting help and protectiveness as if it were a superpower. Penelope wore a skin of diamond. Impenetrable. It was the only way she knew how to operate. <br><br>She sat down at her desk, crossing her long legs beneath the table. It might have appeared modest, but in truth she was just trying to stop her husband’s hot pleasure dripping from between her legs. Without her underwear, it was her pelvic floor muscles against gravity. Feeling his cum inside her turned her on more and reminded her that she hadn’t actually gotten her release yet. <br><br>She held up a hand, the universal symbol for five minutes. Her face softening for a second as she mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ to her already neglected husband. She knew exactly who it was, her computer showed her exactly who was logged on to the system in the building. It was a program she rarely paid attention to, except she had been using it to track Miss O-Rourke before Dan had interrupted. She hadn’t been active at her terminal for about ten minutes, which incidentally was the same amount of time it would have taken her to get up here to the director’s suit. <br><br>“Come in Miss O’Rourke,” she called loud enough to carry through the heavy door. In a perfect world, her secretary would still be outside. But there was something about ‘reasonable working hours’ which prevented her keeping her there twenty-four hours a day. And her PA had clocked off a couple of hours ago too. Hopefully naming her would do two things. Unsettled the young woman at the seeming omniscience of her boss, and soften the blow to Dan. <br><br>This was the woman in the contract. <br><br>Perhaps she could force his hand more quickly. <br><br>Of course, it could all backfire; he could just be pissed at her and drag her out of the office in front of an employee. That would be humiliating. Or he could storm out and they’d spend the rest of the night arguing. That wasn’t preferable either. Even as the door opened, her dark eyes and attention remained fixed on Dan. <br><br>His reaction was the one that mattered. As if she was silently begging; ‘please, just…see how this goes.’<br><br>Either Katherine O’Rourke had perfect timing and this would all fit together flawlessly.<br><br>Or she had terrible timing and Penny would spend the night trying to appease her husband. <br><br>Which probably meant crossing a few lines she had never crossed before. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Leather &amp; Lace (Doc, Nymph &amp; Flick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheDoctor46</strong> on <strong>30-08-2017, 10:11:39</strong>
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				He was angry. He wasn't normally this angry when she missed or turned up to late to a date night. However he had spent time and effort on getting the tickets to see her favourite band. They'd been sold out for months, yet he had pulled some strings in order to treat and surprise her. That was ruined now, as was dinner in the fancy restaurant that had a waiting list of up to a year.<br><br>His date night had been ruined.<br><br>Penny had ruined it.<br><br>As per their rule, he'd have her for the night, to do as he pleased with her, and he always made sure that she was reminded of this when she woke up the next morning, aching all over.<br><br>If there was one thing in the world that Dan despised even more than his wife not turning up to date night on time, and in this case seemingly having forgotten about it altogether, then it was people interrupting his alone time with his wife. Whilst many whom ran large companies all over the world had a policy of knocking on the door before entering, Dan had a different approach. If the door was closed, then it was closed for a reason and therefore no one had the right to even knock. The majority of the day in his own office, the door was left open, allowing anyone to approach him when he was free.<br><br>He had turned around just before the knock at the door, sure that Penny had been about to speak, but then there was the knock at the door and he immediately turned and glared at the door, before he looked back at his wife, visibly irritated.<br><br>Yet he could do nothing as she straightened herself up, not yet putting on her panties as she sat down at her desk, crossing her legs in a move that Dan realised was designed to try and keep the load he fired inside of her deep within her, rather than as a pool on the floor below her. The expression didn't change as she signalled she needed just five minutes, or that she was sorry. Yet he had already been made to wait a couple of hours, another five minutes wouldn't hurt.<br><br>He was strict, and dominant, yet his wife had always been his weakness. Sure there were times where not even she could get around his anger or demands but the majority of the time they were the loving couple that everyone else saw, who were simply ruthless when it came to business.<br><br>He gave her the nod of approval, the contract still in his hand before he turned around and perched himself on the edge of her desk.<br><br><em>“Come in Miss O’Rourke"</em><br><br>His eyes immediately widened as he turned to look at Penny. There was no look of anger, only surprise. If he hadn't have known better then he would have thought that he was being set up here by his wife, that he was being railroaded into signing the contract she had only just finished writing up, the very contract he had in his hand.<br><br>He saw the look she gave him, begging him silently to let her see where this would go. He had wanted to discuss it with her first, back in the comfort of their home where he at least would have a beer in his hand, yet he would give her the benefit of the doubt. It had been him that had really pushed for Katherine to be given the role she now had, as well as fight to put her on the correct path so that she could grow in the company. He at least wanted to see whether she showed any sort of regret or remorse for her actions.<br><br>If she didn't. Or he didn't feel it was enough, then he'd be only too happy to sign the contract his wife had created.<br><br>He gave his wife a knowing nod, his facial expression softening somewhat before he turned to face their employee.<br><br>''Take a seat Katherine''.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Leather &amp; Lace (Doc, Nymph &amp; Flick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>04-09-2017, 14:59:05</strong>
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				<em>"Come in Miss O’Rourke"</em><br><br>That threw her off a bit. Katie quickly looked around the ceiling and walls. The security system was indeed everywhere and probably quite omnipotent but she couldn't see the camera, merely things that 'could' be cameras. With a quick glance down, now a little nervous, Katie ran her palms down her outfit, smoothing the fabrics of her top and navy skirt. It was hard to not be unsettled to find she was recognized by the powerful business owner. With a slight toss of her head, clearing her shoulders of her soft, blonde waves, Katie pushed into the expansive and expensive office. Her small flats did not have the solid click of high heels across the marble, she felt her nervousness more keenly in the opulence as she approached the desk where the couple was.<br><br>They looked incredible, as always. Katherine took a couple of quicker, deep breaths and caught the subtle scent on the air as she got closer to the broad desk. Her lips twitched as she fought to control the knowing grin that wanted to spread. She felt her cheeks warm a little and quickly lowered her gaze, her mouth pressed tight to contain it.<br><br><em>''Take a seat Katherine''.</em><br><br>Slightly widened blue eyes glanced up to Dan's handsome face and she swallowed. The instruction threw her off just a little bit more. It went against her plan to make her request and leave again. Katie was suddenly quite concerned. But she had been careful. She'd done everything she could to <em>be</em> careful. It was paranoia making her brain fire through the dangers she'd placed herself in. Keeping herself as placid looking as she could, the young woman took a seat in one of the chairs before the desk and power couple.<br><br>"I really just came up to get some clearance," she began with a surprisingly level voice. "I am working on an audit for the Seimens account that has been a bit of a bear... My terminal locked down and Joseph needs it finished by the time he gets in tomorrow, which is why I'm still here." She explained with sweet sincerity. "I just need a managerial override to get back onto the server. I saw you were still showing as available on the internal messenger so I thought I'd see if you could help me out."<br><br>It was a legitimate issue. Sure, normally Joseph, her direct manager, would be the one, even the division chief if Joe wasn't available. Everyone else was gone, it was just dumb luck that Penny was still there. Katie had felt herself bold and invincible asking for the access she needed right from the owner. Now she was nervous, the behaviour of the couple was not what she'd expected. There were outward signs of her increasing nerves and Katherine did not have the best poker face. Her eyes were a little wider than normal, her voice a little squeaky, her cheeks flushing a little more. She had her hands clenched in her lap, the knuckles white with tension. These were subtle signs the girl was not really aware of, as most tells were.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Leather &amp; Lace (Doc, Nymph &amp; Flick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Effeari</strong> on <strong>04-09-2017, 18:53:01</strong>
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				Penny had to swallow back a sigh of relief when Dan instructed their pretty little traitor to sit down. It was instant approval. He was okay with her staying. She met his eyes for a long minute. Was that suspicion in his gaze? He thought that she had orchestrated this? Such perfect timing. Depending on how the evening progressed, she would decide later whether to take credit for the unlikely coincidence. Yes, she’d known that Miss O’Rourke was still in the building. Yes, it had been her who had been watching her actions and frozen her privileges. But she honestly thought she’d go home.<br><br>But to come to them?<br><br>To the very people she was betraying with her idiotic thievery? <br><br>She had balls, Penny had to give her that.<br><br>As the young woman sat down, Penelope sat back in her seat. Watching her. Katherine shifted beneath her unwavering gaze, she watched a range of emotions pass of her face. Did she know how easy she was to read? How quickly would she break? Penny’s painted lips curled into a predatory half-smile. She listened indulgently as Katherine waffled on. Explaining her cause. Her purpose. <br><br>After she finished, she let the silence stretch on just long enough to be poignant and then smiled warmly and picked up the receiver on her phone. Then, dialling out, she brought the handset to her ear. <br><br>“I am very aware of your predicament Miss O’Rourke. It was I who locked your terminal.” With the statement out she turned her attention away, letting Katherine stew in her own guilt for a moment. <br><br>“Hi. Stephen,” she purred softly, her tone low and dangerously smug. Stephen was the head of security, sitting in an office not too far from them. “Please send up Frank, and get Detective Arnold on the line. Thank you.” And then she hung up, keeping her eyes on Katherine. It was practised. She was prepared. Placing her palms on her desk, the façade of gentle professionalism crumbled. <br><br>She pursed her lips.<br><br>“Miss O’Rourke. I have been following your activities for a while. Thanks to you I have a contact list to pass to our legal department.” Moving her hands, she stood up and walked around to the other side of the imposing desk. “I apologise for the deception. We needed to give you enough time for us to compile a full catalogue of evidence against you.” <em>Enough rope to hang yourself,</em> as her Daddy dearest would have said. Leaning against the expensive wood, she crossed her legs and placed her palms behind her. She was the visage of calm indifference. “As it stands, that catalogue concluded tonight and you are no longer allowed access to our systems. I’ve emailed a pathway of your actions, emails sent, files accessed, that sort of thing, to our lawyer. So you see, there really is no need for me to restore your privileges." A moment's pause. "Did you really think that we wouldn’t notice?” That question was genuine, but she didn’t really wait for an answer before she shrugged it off.<br><br>“No matter. I’ll have Frank escort you to an office and the police will be here within the hour to take you in. After that, Harper-Dasse will prosecute you to the full extent of the law. Theft. Fraud. The list goes on. I believe that the last time we added it up, you’re looking at thirty years. Perhaps twenty if you can afford a good lawyer." She'd seen her bank accounts, she knew that she couldn't. "We plan to make quite the example of you Miss O’Rourke.” Penny shrugged helplessly, and plucked the contract from her husband’s hands. Leafing through it absently whilst letting the information sink in, allowing Katherine time to plead her case. Or panic. Or try to run, a hopeless endeavour considering the guards on all the doors. <br><br>“Of course,” she looked up again. “You do have many qualities that Harper-Dasse is very reluctant to part with. Your actions show a great resourcefulness. Tenacity. Independence. Not to mention sheer and utter manipulation. To bite the hand that feeds you,” she looked to her husband, wondering how he felt. He’d hired this woman. Cultivated her career.&nbsp; “Well. It’s not very smart. Luckily it just so happens that we have another job opening. One which, I personally believe, would utilise your particular traits perfectly.”<br><br>“It does mean less pay, more hours, but the contract comes with a fantastic little liability-clause. In which, should we both sign, means that Harper-Dasse can <em>not </em>prosecute you. Not now <em>or </em>in the future.” She held out the contract for the younger woman. “Do have a read. I believe you’ve got another ten minutes or so before Frank gets up here. I will just add that once he arrives, the contract becomes void, you’ll be alone with the lawyers and Mr Dasse and I will have no more sway in your case.”<br><br>Her nonchalance was perfectly feigned. Inside she was alight with excitement. <em>Anticipation</em>. It took all of her self-control to turn her attention away from Katherine and back to Dan. As if the other woman reading her words wasn’t a matter of great interest. <br><br>Would she be outraged?<br><br>Horrified?<br><br>Aroused?<br><br>Penny certainly was. The fact that Dan had left her frustrated merely added to that. <br><br>She could imagine Katherine naked, all too easily. Tied to the chair. Completely at her mercy. Begging. Standing up in a bid to try and convince herself that she was composed, patient, and indifferent, she gathered together her things from her desk. Phone. Keys. Dropping them all into her purse she made a point of checking her watch before finally allowing herself to look once more at Katherine.<br><br>The job in question was given the rather apt title; <strong>Pet</strong>.<br><br>The contract extensive. It basically signed over Katherine's body to them. To be their willing slave. Her forewritten consent to any and every filthy and depraved act that she or Dan could think of. One year. One year as their submissive in which she would obey, enjoy and play with them. In any and every way they asked. In turn she would get a penthouse apartment in the city. An allowance. Even medical insurance. She would always be on call. And after the year completed, they would part ways. The apartment would be signed over to her, mortage fully paid, and one-million dollars in cash to do with whatever she wanted. Entirely resindable should she go to the press or release details publically. Ever. If any details emerged the apartment would be seized and Miss O'Rourke liable for repaying the million tenfold.<br><br>Katherine was exceptionally proud of herself.<br><br>And after that one year? One simple year. Then she would hang up her freedom and submit to the inevitable. Children. Monotony. <em>Adulthood</em>. <br><br>One last hurrah.<br><br>And what a hurrah it would be.<br><br>Assuming that Katherine would agree. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Leather &amp; Lace (Doc, Nymph &amp; Flick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>11-09-2017, 01:51:30</strong>
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				Nothing. No response at all. Silence as the couple looked back at her. Something was happening around her. Something was wrong! Katie's instincts suddenly kicked up and her eyes flicked to Dan then back to Penny as the silence stretched, her eyes widening a little more, her lips pressing together and in her lap, her hands clenched on themselves, her knuckles whitening a bit. Then that smile. A pleasant, warm smile from Penny before the woman reached for the phone.<br><br>Once more, big, blue eyes flicked from the woman to her husband. As Penny spoke, though, Katie looked back and visibly paled. Her stomach flipped and her heart thundered. She couldn't make her throat work. Her lips parted then closed again as colour returned to her cheeks, flushing them in a hot blush. They knew. There was nothing more to it. Humiliation at having thought herself so bold washed over her, making even her ears burn. They had known when she'd knocked on the door and let her walk in and spout another layer of lies. Oh, God... it was brutal.<br><br><em>Stephen... Frank... That's security and Detective Arnold! Oh God! Oh God!</em><br><br>The names clanged like a large bell in her mind as panic set in for a moment. The police. The sound of the phone hanging up brought her eyes back to Penelope's as the woman laid her hands down and looked back at her.<br><br><em>Don't say anything... Don't say anything!</em><br><br>Katie was trying to keep her reactions under control. If she started protesting or pleading she might incriminate herself further. Penny spoke instead, laying out the crumbs of the details of the behind the scenes investigation into her activities. Katie was almost panting by the time the statuesque beauty was leaning back on the desk looking down at her where she sat, the guilt and fear practically pouring from her pores. Her lips parted again at the question but she was luckily spared some additional humiliation from anything she might stupidly say by Penny continuing.<br><br>How had she been so stupid? She'd obviously been a pawn in some larger game. Expendable and left to fall on the swords held ready for her. That was why her contact had backed away. That was why her life was falling apart. Everything was going to be taken from her because she'd been greedy and stupid. <em>Fuck!</em><br><br><em>"We plan to make quite the example of you Miss O’Rourke."</em><br><br><em>Oh God, my mom will lose it and dad... oh shit, dad will be devastated.</em> <br><br>Katie stayed in her head for a couple of blinks, processing all of it. Considering everything she might say. Sorting her words and trying to come up with something she could do or say that would fix it all. There was nothing. She was going to go to prison. What she'd done was a serious crime but she had been so confident, she'd never fully considered what would happen if she had been caught. The trembling began in her lips as she tried to find her voice again. Panic was not something Katie was used to feeling. She'd never really been caught at something before, especially something this serious. <br><br>"Mrs, Harper-Dasse...." Katie's voice was more of a squeak at this point. Luckily Penny spoke again, the papers in her hand were currently ignored by Katie as she'd been thoroughly absorbed in her predicament. Her eyes flicked again to Dan, guilt thick over her face before she looked back at the woman, her mouth dropping open. A chance was being presented. Something Katie had assumed was impossible. A different job within the company. Would they really let her keep working for them? It was too good to be true. Katie wasn't completely fooled by the idea either. She was assuming they would have her turn on the people she'd been working for, put herself at risk doing it, too. Would it be worth avoiding jail time and the shame she would be shrouded in for the rest of her life? Then it got even better.<br><br>Katie narrowed her eyes a little as she reached out and took the contract. She could work for them still, rat on the other people and get immunity out of it? Katie was a hard worker when motivated. Very hard worker. She could handle extra hours and less pay if it kept her out of jail. Ten minutes to decide. Ten minutes to change her life. There was no time to talk or even apologize and frankly, she could barely look at Dan anymore. Katie began to read.<br><br>Sadly, the shocks started pretty quickly and just froze her brain for a moment. Katie blinked and started over. Was it a joke? Was it a final way to mock her before Frank took her away to wait for the cops. No, this was real. The language. The detail. It dawned on Katie that Penelope must have found something else out about her in the investigation. Her cheeks burned brighter than ever as she realised they would know how a contract like this might affect her physically. <br><br>The first thing that came to mind for Katie was that they wanted her. She quickly dismissed that as a whole truth. Sure, there had to be something attractive about her or they probably wouldn't be considering her at all. She had to move on, there was no time for analysis! The language of the contract was like nothing she'd seen before in a legal document. It was in some ways very dirty yet at the same time quite professional in its terms and conditions. She would be looked after and even have her own place yet she would not be free. For an entire year she would be enslaved to the couple. Her body would not be her own. It was very intense and yet there was no chance to consider it. But really, what was there to think about? <br><br>Immersed into BDSM in a way she never dreamed or jail. It wasn't a difficult choice. Still, it seemed so unfair that she be forced to make this decision under such pressure. Katie uncrossed her legs only to recross them the other way again as she tried to read it more thoroughly. <em>Pet...</em> It was so hard not to just get wildly excited and hopeful. But how long had it been now? Penny had packed up her things already. Katie tried to focus her mind but she found herself bombarded with images of bondage and sex and hours of pleasure. Pain and physical torment. Humiliation and teasing. She swallowed hard, one of her hands flicking the bottom corners of the pages nervously. There was no time for questions and she had many. Like, how soon after she agreed would it begin? Was the first and foremost on her mind. Katie opened her mouth, drew a breath and was cut off as knocking came at the office door.<br><br>She stood up as if jolted by a powerful shock and looked at the door then the contract, then to Dan and Penny. <br><br>"I-I'll do it. I agree. Yes." She stammer quickly, looking desperately nervous that it was all going to be snatched away from her at the last second. "Please, I'll sign." She tacked on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Leather &amp; Lace (Doc, Nymph &amp; Flick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheDoctor46</strong> on <strong>15-09-2017, 12:51:40</strong>
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				Dan was growing increasingly impatient as he gave his wife a knowing look. He knew that by asking their visitor to take a seat, Penny would receive all the approval she needed and wanted in order to continue with her sordid plan. That's what it was. He hadn't got to where he was in life without being suspicious and right now, he was highly suspicious of his wife. It was one thing to be late and miss date night, but it was another to prolong their evening at work, especially when it highly likely to end in them having one of their most promising employees being taken away by security and the police.<br><br>He watched Penny as she began to speak with Katherine. He was somewhat bemused by the whole situation. It had been him that had pushed for Katherine to be offered the job, and he had already been feeling guilty from the moment Penny had informed him of what had been going on. But this, even for Penny this was a longshot. He remained quiet, simply watching both women as firstly Penny let Miss O'Rourke what was going to happen, and then more importantly, he watched Katherine, trying to sense any weakness in her resolve, trying to figure out what she was thinking.<br><br>He saw the look Katie offered him, the look of guilt plastered all over her face. He remained straight faced, more than anyone within the company, she had let him down the most. He had really gone into bat for her, and he wasn't happy with how she had repaid his faith in her.<br><br>He said nothing, not yet. Penny was in full control right now and there was no need for him to disrupt her flow or rhythm, especially as it was now down to Katie herself. Penny had packed her things up in her bag, showing that she was ready to go home now. The tension in the room was certainly building and whilst he had thought it was a silly idea, one that could and would never happen, but Katie hadn't rejected the contract immediately, she was actually considering it, even if she hadn't actually spoken yet. <br><br>As time passed, the more and more he began to think that this might actually work. His heart rate began to rise and then the knock at the door came.<br><br><strong><em>Knock, Knock, Knock...</em></strong><br><br>Immediately she stood up and his straight faced expression was immediately replaced by the slightest hints of a smile. He knew where this was going now. He was ready for what was coming next.<br><br><em>"I-I'll do it. I agree. Yes.......... Please, I'll sign."</em><br><br>The smirk on his face was there now, clearly visible. He gave Penny the briefest of looks before he stood up, no longer sitting on the edge of the desk. He took a step towards Katie, and placed his hand upon her shoulder, forcefully pushing her back into the chair, before he continued to walk towards the door. He straightened himself up and stretched his neck one side to the other before he opened the door.<br><br>''Frank... Detective Arnold. We no longer require your assistance, we have managed to deal with the situation ourselves. Thanks for your swift response however. Yep have a good night''.<br><br>He closed the door shut. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out the keys, locking the door before he turned around, standing with his back to the door, looking down over Katie who was sat back in the chair, Penny in front of her.<br><br>He got Penny's attention and then nodded, giving her the approval she needed to do whatever she had planned next, oh how he hoped she knew what she was going to do next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Leather &amp; Lace (Doc, Nymph &amp; Flick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>13-10-2017, 16:03:52</strong>
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				That smirk on Dan's face, a knowing look that, for the moment, was a little disturbing considering what she'd just agreed to. <em>Practically begged for, in the end</em>... she corrected her thoughts. <br><br>Katie's eyes were wide, nervous and darting from one face to the other until Dan straightened from the desk. Her body was thrumming from a sort of need to run but having nowhere to go feeling. Faced off with her handsome boss, Katie swallowed as he put his hand on her shoulder and pressed firmly. The pressure increased and Katie dropped to the chair, submitting to the silent order to sit. She watched as he walked tall to the office door. The way he moved, the stretching of his neck was sexy, in control. What was she thinking??<br><br>The big breath she didn't realise she'd been holding came out in a gush as Dan dismissed the security guard and police officer. Her body sagged a little, her head dropping down briefly.<br><br>"Thank you..." She murmured with her head still down. Only now she wasn't sure what would come next. She still held the contract in one hand and let her arms drop, the papers flapping down beside the chair as she breathed a few deep breaths of relief in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Leather &amp; Lace (Doc, Nymph &amp; Flick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Effeari</strong> on <strong>12-12-2017, 11:47:02</strong>
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				Penny watched Daniel and Katherine carefully, he looked every bit like a predator circling his prey. Her lips curled into a triumphant smirk, he hadn’t taken much persuading at all. Perhaps the thought of having a willing slave, signed, sealed and delivered was the way she would win every argument. The thought sent a rush of desire through her, but it wasn’t enough to overrule her careful planning. <br><br>Katherine's relief was palpable, Penny could see it radiating from her.<br><br>It might well have surprised anybody else, how quickly she had surrendered, but Penelope hadn’t left anything to chance. She knew exactly what she was looking for, she had been diligent in her research of the young woman sitting before her. Now she watched Katherine’s eyes flicker to Dan’s, there was arousal there. She wondered briefly how long the girl had harboured attraction towards her husband. Had there been flirtation? Fantasies? Her eyes flickered to Dan carefully. Jealousy wasn’t an emotion she experienced often, and never over her husband’s affections. He was faithful, at least as far as she knew. Many women had false trust in their partners, Penny didn’t account herself as one of them. Dan was loyal. Attentive. And she knew very well that she exhausted him, another woman would likely drive him to an early grave. <br><br>His eyes could wander though, hers did enough.<br><br>If either of them had wanted to cheat, it would have been easy. Well, easy save for the enormous loss of assets when the other inevitably found out and started divorce proceedings. If he cheated on her, she would destroy him.<br><br>Okay, so perhaps she wasn’t <em>immune </em>to jealousy, she wasn't very good at sharing. If Daniel betrayed her, it would be it for their relationship. But Katherine? Well Katherine could be a toy they both shared, she could learn. Katherine was young, attractive and entirely willing to do whatever it was they desired. <br><br>The willing part was a nice touch; a flawlessly submissive beauty who was entirely indebted to them. Sometimes the world worked in such perfect ways, she wondered whether the fates were sadists themselves. <br><br>“You’re not quite out of the woods yet Miss O’Rourke,” she observed coolly. Her eyes fixed on Dan teasingly; <em>down boy</em>. “Bring the papers to the desk.” She indicated next to her, then leant behind her and picked up the fountain pen that she reserved for signing documents. “I got this pen for my twenty-first birthday.” She intoned, “my father was a stickler for longevity. You may not know this but here at Harper-Dasse we have a special kind of ink imported. It never fades. So you see, a signature is not something that you can rescind. Once it’s on the paper, it will never fade. Your consent, on this document, will outlive you by centuries. I’ve always found a certain comfort in that. It’s like…<em>immortality</em>.” She finished with a flourish, turning the pen over in her fingers. <br><br>Then, without any further hesitation, she held it out towards Katherine, as if she were a Queen handing over a sword to a Knight sworn to her service. <br><br>She wasn’t in reach of Katherine; the other woman would have to stand and walk towards her to claim the pen. There was enough room beside her on the desk for the contract, the space that Daniel had recently vacated. Katherine would have to step infinitely closer to her to be able to complete it. Penelope concealed how powerful that thought made her, Katherine was going to have to get very, <em>very </em>used to following orders. <br><br>To the letter.<br><br>But their contract wasn’t completed yet. Until her name was on the contract, they still had to play it carefully, she could change her mind. All of this could be lost. <br><br>There was a part of her that was mildly irritated that Daniel had already sent security away, she could see by the visible relief in Katie that the pressure had been lifted. Not that she let it show, nobody looking at Penelope would every suspect the tiniest modicum of vulnerability or disappointment. Still, she would have preferred to keep it up until the contract was completed. Professional to the last. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Leather &amp; Lace (Doc, Nymph &amp; Flick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheDoctor46</strong> on <strong>13-12-2017, 15:25:32</strong>
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				Daniel may have been the one who had pushed for Katherine to be hired, yet it had been nothing to do with looks or whether he found her attractive or not. It had purely down to her qualifications and the faith that he had in her to grow into someone who could be a real asset to their company. He saw the look she gave him also, but he saw only guilt, not the arousal that Penny had spotted.<br><br>Daniel was loyal. He hadn't thought of cheating upon Penny, not even for a split second. He would die for his wife and no woman would ever break the love he had for her. Every man had let their eyes wander at one point or another and Daniel was no different, but it was all it had been. He'd never acted upon anything, he only needed one woman, and he had a ring to signal his loyalty to her.<br><br>He listened to his wife as she instructed Katherine that she wanted the contract signed, offering her the pen to sign upon the dotted line.<br><br>Daniel smirked. He couldn't believe just how much effort that Penny had seemingly put into this all, without him even realising what had been going on. Yet she had showed some of her cards now and Katherine really didn't have a choice.<br><br>Once she had got up out of the chair in order to approach the other side of the desk, Daniel chose to sit down, one leg over the other as he watched closely as to how the two women interacted, wondering what Penny was thinking, what she had in mind for the beautiful young blonde. Penny could be a real sadist at times and he could only imagine the kinds of things that poor Katherine was going to be put through.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Leather &amp; Lace (Doc, Nymph &amp; Flick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>19-12-2017, 19:15:41</strong>
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				Katherine raised her eyes as Penny spoke, warning her that her agreement did not necessarily mean everything was tied up neatly with a bow. No, she still had to sign the contract. She had agreed in a rush and as a reward, the threat of the police was removed. It had sent such a wave of relief through the young woman that she was sagging uncouthly in her chair.<br><br><em>“Bring the papers to the desk.”</em><br><br>Cool words, a direct order. The first order of many, once she signed. Katie knew it despite the fact things were not yet complete. Her back straightened and she lifted the contract back to her lap, arranging the stack neatly as Penny continued, fingering a lovely pen. There was a deep meaning to the ink, as told by Penny. Deepening the meaning of the contract and the way Katie's life was about to change. It was irrevocable. The ink indelible much like a tattoo would be on her flesh. <br><br>The pen was lifted towards her on the word 'immortality' and Katie swallowed, lifting her eyes to Penelope's.<br><br>Rising from the seat, Katie took the short few steps forward, her little flats barely clicked on the black marble. She took the pen from the offered hand. It was substantial, weighty in her fingers. The feeling of permanence in the solid shaft of the pen as she lowered her eyes from Penny and moved to the desk beside the woman. She laid down the contract on the solid desk, the curve of her hip a mere inch or so from Penny. <br><br>She could smell the woman's perfume. A hint of it on the air. She did not look over at Dan again, he had sat down to observe in silence for the moment. This was Penelope's show. She was in charge and calling the shots ... <em>orders</em>... <br><br>It wasn't completed yet, though. They could change their minds if she hesitated. Katie felt a thrill of nervous excitement as she flipped through the pages again. All of the way to the back where she found the signature lines. There was her name in strong, straight type at the right side of the page.<br><br><br>______________________________________<br><div class="floatright">________________________________________<br>Katherine O'Rourke<br>pet</div>Penelope Harper-Dasse<br>Mistress<br><br><br>______________________________________<br>Daniel Dasse<br>Master<br><br>"Oh wow..." she breathed as she opened the pen and laid the trembling tip to the page. The moment the pressure was there, the pen stopped quivering. The weight of her hand as she bent over the desk to sign, stilling the tremor. Katie took it as a sign and took a deep breath as she finally scrawled her name across her line. Signing her life away for the duration of a year. At the end of the last 'E' the pen lifted and began to tremble again.<br><br>Katie stood up straight looking down at the drying ink of her signature, her wide blue eyes blinking in surprise. In less than fifteen minutes from start to finish, her life had changed completely. It was an enormous realisation to deal with. Her chest heaved a little as she took deep breaths to relax herself as she laid the pen down on the contract between their lines and her own. She couldn't move. She could only stare down at that word. 'Pet'<br><br>"Pet..." she whispered and found that she couldn't find any volume. Her head turned to look at Penny, a nervous look in her eyes as she softly cleared her tight throat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Leather &amp; Lace (Doc, Nymph &amp; Flick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Effeari</strong> on <strong>20-12-2017, 17:40:48</strong>
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				Penelope watched Katherine carefully as she stood and walked to the desk. Her eyes didn’t move when she leant over and began to write her name, though the thrill of triumph washed through Mrs Harper-Dasse. Her eyes remained straight, even as her fingers crept backwards on her desk, unseen. A smile moved over her lips, predatory, sadistic, perhaps a little cruel. Once her fingers closed around the supple black leather, she pulled it towards herself. Penny slid from the desk easily, keeping her surprise behind her as she moved closer to Katherine.<br><br>After her name was signed, poor Katherine looked like she might pass out. Her breathing was shallow and fast. It was understandable that she was overwhelmed by such a decision. Her entire life had changed in such a short space of time. For Penny this was the culmination of a lot of work. But for Katherine? Did she have plans this evening? Like those of a normal person, because she was no longer, now she was a possession and would remain so for twelve months. <br><br>There was that anticipation again. It was addictive. Penny revelled in it. <br><br>Katherine looked at her.<br><br>Penny grinned, and then as quick as lightning she brought the leather crop from behind her back and brought it against Katherine’s bare legs. The fleshy slap of the crop meeting skin was delicious. The sight of the black leather connecting with Katherine's soft legs, the jiggle and shiver of the skin as it was assaulted. Penny knew from experience that it would sting; and she was not as gentle as Daniel was with her. <br><br>Dan had bought it her as a present for Christmas last year, a beautifully expensive, custom made crop. An awfully decadent plea for her to let him play a little with sadism. It was that which had led them here, she knew she wouldn't ever be able to submit to him as fully as he liked. He wanted to push his limits, but Penny didn't have the pain threshold. It was the same the other way around; this way they could explore their deviancy together. <br><br>Penny pulled it away, marvelling at the angry red welt that now lay across the back of Katherine’s creamy legs. She was demonstrating exactly what Katherine would be now.<br><br>If she had any regrets, Penny planned to accentuate them a simple message.<br><br>It was done.<br><br>Signed. Sealed. <em>Almost </em>delivered. <br><br>There would need to be an impartial witness sign tomorrow, but Penny had enough people who owed her favours. She’d find somebody to sign to protect against whispers of coercion, no questions asked. <br><br>Not giving Katherine much time to react, Penny stepped behind her, reading her signature over her shoulder. She pushed the other woman forward, her fingers falling to the back of Katherine’s legs. Her fingertips pressed against the angry line the riding crop had left, her thumb pushing up the hemline of her skirt, caressing the curve of her ass, where the soft line of her panties started. Dipping towards her inner thigh, suggestively, but going no further. <br><br>As with everything it wasn't decency that held her back, or nerves. This was exploratory. <br><br>“Good girl.” She smiled, her lips close enough to Katherine’s ear that she would be able to feel her breath. It was <em>almost </em>intimate. This was as much an experiment as anything else she had done. To see how compliant Katherine was, would she push her away? And to test her pain threshold. How much did pain turn her on? Penny knew that she was submissive. But was she a masochist? Was any of this getting to the other woman, or was it all fear? Her being aroused would make her services infinitely more fun, even if it wasn't altogether necessary. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Leather &amp; Lace (Doc, Nymph &amp; Flick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>04-01-2018, 17:51:03</strong>
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				There was a thrill to it all. She had just done something so extreme that the full magnitude hadn't really hit her yet. But through that frightening moment of placing pen to paper, there was a modicum of excitement for what she was agreeing to. The fear of prison had melted into the fear of the decision which had in turn melted into a need to protect herself. It was that need that had driven her forward. Self-preservation was a powerful motivator. Had she been too rash, though? That was part of the thrill as well. A secret she would keep to herself.<br><br>Her eyes were on that grin on Penny's face. In the briefest of seconds, before her ears caught the whisper of sound as the other woman moved, Katie saw the predator in that grin. The thrill shifted to fear once more but it was too late. <br><br>The sting of the crop across the back of her thighs took a tiny beat to sink in. Her body jolted and she choked on her gasp as the pain hit her. That fear that had burst plainly over her face as she'd realised what was about to happen, was replaced with a shock that it actually <em>had</em> happened. Her mouth dropped open, her big blue eyes widened before her forehead crinkled at the sting. She let out a short little yelp as she rose up onto her toes in her flat little shoes for a moment.<br><br>The reactions were quick but visible. Her body, on the other hand, took that stinging line and flashed hot while a tickle began low in her belly. As Penny stepped up behind her, so close, Katherine trembled and her face flushed. She glanced at Dan, her face the picture of uncertainty as she was pushed forward, her hands landing flat on the desk on either side of the contract she'd just signed. Her blonde hair hung forward as she hissed in a breath. Penny's fingers were cool compared to the hot welt on her thighs. <br><br>This was it. This was her new reality. The signature she'd made had cemented her place in the situation and in the complete possession of this powerful couple. The fact ever more evidenced by the way those cool fingers moved lightly, touching her skin just under the hem of her skirt, nearing the little navy blue lace panties (https://img0.etsystatic.com/007/1/6642139/il_fullxfull.470264052_o4te.jpg). The touch teased, making Katie quiver. Would those fingers go further? <em>Please...</em> <br><br>Her eyes had been open, glancing occasionally at Dan but unable to hold his eyes out of humiliation. Would he see it? The blatant excitement that filled her eyes. She was nervous, yes, but that flavoured the excitement with a spice she found more enticing than anything she'd experienced before. Yes, her wide eyes were open, windows to her mind and emotional state. But as that soft whisper came by her ear, Katie's eyes closed slowly, she whispered a moan. It was totally involuntary. That brush of the woman's breath past her ear, the sultry tone of voice blended with her fear and stress and the fading sting from the crop. Her arousal was clear and present and made all the more obvious by the way her thighs spread a little at those teasing touches.<br><br>She was twisted. Yes, Katherine had played bondage games. Spent time on her knees wearing only a collar. Even dabbled with humiliation and impact play. None of it had the effect this entire situation was having. The intensity was a rush that had her so insanely aroused she was embarrassed by it. Having signed herself over she had given this couple power over such things. The power to use and abuse the fact she was turned on by it. The power to humiliate her with it. The power to expand on it as well.<br><br><em>So much power. Oh God.</em><br><br>The full impact was starting to sink in. <br><br>"I... um..." Her breathy voice trailed away into a whimper of nerves that was her failed attempt to speak. In truth Katie had no idea what to say or do, she was frozen bent over the desk. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Leather &amp; Lace (Doc, Nymph &amp; Flick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheDoctor46</strong> on <strong>03-01-2020, 16:30:23</strong>
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				Dan knew his wife better than anyone. So he shouldn't have been surprised that she'd somehow managed to persuade their former employee to become their pet in return for being kept out of prison. Penelope rarely failed, especially when she wanted something truly as bad as this. He'd sat down to fully appreciate what was happening before him. This was her moment. Something she'd clearly put a lot of work into. The contract was watertight and once signed would mean that Katie had no rights for a year, not unless they granted her any.<br><br>He watched the two of them. Katie stood close to his wife as she had walked around the desk in order to place the contract down and to take the pen from Penelope's grasp. He could barely bring himself to look away as Katie slowly bent down over the desk, pen now in hand, that very hand shaking at least until the nib of pen touched the paper beneath for the first time. He raised a brow, sharing a brief glance with Penelope before he watched as Katie signed her name.<br><br>It was Penelope's moment and yet he felt an odd sense of satisfaction and excitement at the sight of the pen moving across the paper before him. Katherine O'Rourke was now their pet, finally a submissive added to their otherwise perfect marriage, a girl whom they could finally live out their darkest thoughts and fantasies upon, together.<br><br>If Katie had thought that would be however then she clearly didn't know Penelope as well as she thought she did. He knew that wasn't it. He knew that whilst Penelope had said to him just five minutes and they could go home, he knew full well that she would want a little more. She'd not be able to sleep without exploring her toy at least a little. He said nothing for now, instead watching as Katie turned to look at Penelope, clearing her throat briefly as Dan too looked towards his wife, intrigued to see what she'd do now that the contract was signed.<br><br>He hadn't seen Penelope pick up the leather crop, nor did he even know she'd brought it with her to work. He didn't see her strike the back of Katie's legs either, at least not clearly. Yet the moment the leather had connected with her soft flesh, he knew exactly what it was Penelope had used. He'd used it upon her himself, although she didn't have the pain threshold to fully embrace it, and yet that was no longer a problem. Now they'd both be able to use it and it wouldn't matter how far they wanted to push the limits because Katherine was their pet, and they could do as they pleased with her. He watched as Katie's body jolted forward as she almost choked in surprise as he imagined the pain washed over her body and not just the back of her legs. Her eyes had widened as he watched her closer, no longer concerned with what his wife was doing. He wanted to see the pet's reaction and he smiled as she yelped before rising onto her toes in order to attempt to lessen the pain in some way.<br><br>Then Penelope stepped forward, closer, reading the signature upon the papers over Katie's shoulder before she pushed her forward against the desk, her hands landing flat upon the wooden desk as she turned to look at him finally, with both anxiety and uncertainty painted all over her face.<br><br>He watched Katherine as Penelope's fingers fell to the back of her legs. Her fingertips pressed against the angry line the riding crop had left, her thumb pushing up the hemline of her skirt, caressing the curve of her ass, where the soft line of her panties started. Dipping towards her inner thigh, suggestively, but going no further.<br><br>Penelope was clearly enjoying herself, enjoying being able to explore finally. Yet she wasn't the only one. He was enjoying it of course, seeing his wife with another woman like this, so dominant and in control. Yet it wasn't him he was talking about. It was the pet. It was Katherine who was excited, more than perhaps she ever expected, more than perhaps she had wanted to let on. He saw it though. In her eyes and in the way her body was. She found it difficult to keep his gaze and yet continued to glance towards him. He was almost most certain that they'd both heard the soft moan escape Katie and Penelope would have almost definitely picked up on the fact that Katie's thighs had parted just a little more.<br><br>Dan had finally seen enough. He was still eager to get home despite what had happened here in the office this evening. He'd wanted to discuss the contract but that no longer seemed important. Instead he'd be able to enjoy his wife in whatever way he saw fit. But first he wanted a taste.<br><br>He stood up from the seat he'd sat in. Then he began to walk around the desk, walking behind Penelope briefly before he continued until he was stood to the other side of Katie, who now had both her new Master and Mistress stood behind her bent over body. He grinned, taking a moment to enjoy the sight before his eyes before he turned to look at Penelope, Dan able to see the hint of lust and desire in her eyes. He turned his attention to Katie. He stepped up behind her and pressed his crotch against her exposed rear, making sure she'd feel him as he leant over and picked up the pen from the table. He didn't move from that position. He remained in it as he put pen to paper and signed the contract himself.<br><br>Placing the pen back down he turned his head to look at Katie, a small grin upon his face before he moved back although not before he stopped to whisper into her ear. "I saw it. The excitement and desire in your eyes. Penelope may have called you a good girl, but we know you're a bad girl just begging to be put in her place..." <br><br>His hand reached around behind her, his thumb pushing up the hemline of her skirt, caressing the curve of her ass, where the soft line of her panties started. Yet whilst Penelope had stopped there, Dan had no such intention. He ran his thumb over the soft fabric of her panties and could feel the warmth radiating from between the young woman's legs. He smiled to himself before continuing to whisper in her ear. "Exactly what I thought.... you naughty girl..."<br><br>Dan stood up fully and smiled as his hand fell away from Katie's rear. He turned to look at his wife and smiled, reaching up to caress the side of her neck before leaning in, pressing his lips against her firmly as he kissed her passionately with their new pet still bent over the desk.<br><br>"Are you done with the pet for tonight? Can I take you home?"
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