The Secretary ( Faiith & Dingo)
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				Title: <strong>The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 22:21:12</strong>
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				She was sitting in the old worn leather chair behind her desk and listening to her new boss' voice on the micro tapes he had given her to transcribe. There were dozens of them, many of them containing conversations with his clients.<br><br>For those conversations she had to sign a confidentiality agreement as well as a non-disclosure agreement, but the job, even though only on a temporary basis paid well and had relaxed hours.<br><br>She had met her boss only once and that was this morning when he had handed her the stack of microtapes, and showed her the desk where she could work and the location of the coffee machine and the copy machine that he shared with the import-export business next door.<br><br>He was well build, sporty, and probably single for she saw no ring on his finger, but even though he was not that much older than her, his dark hair had already started graying at his temples quite a bit giving him a very distinguished look. He had not paid that much attention to her and just went into his office and closed the door.<br><br>That's how her day started at Williamson and Partners, the law firm that only had Mr. Williamson and no Partners.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 22:36:41</strong>
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				She had been in th hospital for a month before being deemed not insane and no longer suicidal, in truth, she didn't want to kill herself, just hurt herself as much as possible when ever she heard the arguments in her less than functional household build up. Her mother was a control freak and her father was just as bad, neither risked a divorce because the fear of losing to the other was too high, it just made everything so much worse to live with. <br><br>She wasn't just a cutter, she did everything, burning, striking herself, verbal abuse, most of the time she'd felt the fights were her fault. Now&nbsp; that she was home, the fights had always been about her. The entire atmosphere had promoted her to find a way to get out of the house as much as humanly possible, though her mother didn't trust her enough to allow interaction with friends so a job had been lined up after a typing course had been finished. <br><br>This was how twenty five year old Faith Vinyard had come to work for Mr. Williamson, typing up his letters and transcribing tapes. <br><br>She had made a point of dressing in long sleeves and pants for the past while, covering up the old and new marks she inflicted on herself. <br><br>Her work relationship was easy enough to understand, she was to do her work in quiet and not bother her employer unless it was an emergency or she was finished. <br><br>She had been hard at it for hours when she finally finished and brought the stack of papers into her boss' office, each conversation properly separated and in order. <br>"I'm finished" She said, a meek little tone, brushing a strand of dark red hair away from her grey eyes. <br>She was petite in every sense of the word and of course it only added to her small little personality. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 22:49:11</strong>
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				Mr. Williamson was sitting behind his desk, clean, ordered. Against one wall several huge filing cabinets and a small laptop closed in the corner on top of one. Against the other wall a huge bookcase filled with books on law.<br><br>Set against his metal desk was his sporting bag with the handle of the racket still sticking out and he was leaning over a book and scribbling notes on paper as she entered.<br><br>Blue eyes looked up at her and the stack of paper for a moment, acknowledging her presence and then he looked back in his book.<br><br>"One moment, Miss Vinyard." he said, telling her to wait, and he turned a few pages and looked, then wrote down something on his notepad, before putting his pen down and looking at her completely.<br><br>He took the first conversation she had typed out and began to read, frowning quite soon. "Where did you learn to type, Miss Vinyard ?" he asked his tone not unfriendly, but also not pleased, "There are at least fifteen typographical errors in this first page alone. That makes me wonder how the rest of this work was done."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 23:00:07</strong>
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				She watched him quietly while she waited for him to dismiss her, unfortunately it didn't seem like it would happen right away. <br><br>"I'm sorry, I can restart" She said, wringing her hands slightly, a give away to just how easily intimidated she was. It was also obvious that she was eager to please by the instant offer to do it all over again. <br><br>She wanted to keep this job, it was her only means of escaping the absolute lunacy of her parents. <br><br>Her eyes stayed glued to the floor, another sign of pure submission. A normal man might view this as something of brown nosing behavior, a man like her employer would see this as a golden opportunity. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 23:48:18</strong>
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				Mr. Wiliamson looked at her emotionless, but there was a slight glimmer in his blue eyes as his thoughts were racing. Perhaps a little, almost harmless, test to confirm his conception.<br><br>He rose from his seat and walked around his desk and stopped next to her and looked down upon the petite woman. He took a deep breath and let the air escape in a sigh as if very disappointed.<br><br>"Miss Vinyard. Stand up straight and look at me." he hissed, his expression very stern as he looked at her, "I don't tolerate incompetence."<br><br>His body language was that of a man who could or could not hit her where she stood, but he was very careful to make any motions that could be construed as such. "Give me one good reason why I would even consider giving you a second shot at them tomorrow ?" he asked her and then let his breath escape with another sigh, but one of a man trying to unwind himself.<br><br>"I'm sorry, Miss Vinyard." he said softly, apologizing to her, but at the same time hinting to what he could have done if he were certain, "I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I wanted to hit you."
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				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 23:58:08</strong>
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				She was scared, he seemed angry with her and that meant she was probably fired and stuck without a job. Fired on the first day, that was humiliating. <br>She had to force herself to look up at him, her eyes kept dropping back down though. Her jaw was shaking and she felt like her knees were going to give out any moment. <br><br>And now as she was being towered over, she did indeed fear him striking her out of anger, she wouldn't blame him. <br><br>"I don't have a reason" She replied, dropping her gaze back to the floor completely before shifting, as if she was going to run from him in terror. <br>"I'll go pack up my things" She said, turning sharply and walking out of the office. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 00:10:19</strong>
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				Her reply almost brought a smile to his lips, but he suppressed it in time, his conception was correct.<br><br>"Not so fast, Miss Vinyard." he said and took a quick step after her grabbing her wrist and holding her, almost spinning her back towards him, "Did I tell you to go ?"<br><br>His tone was very strict, but he had seen a bit of her nature now and knew that she would not do anything against him. "You're free to go when I tell you to, is that clear ?" he said and he looked at her still, "Is that the usual quality of work I can expect from you ?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 00:24:18</strong>
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				She wished she'd moved faster, feeling his hand close around her slim wrist was like hearing the prison cell slam shut. Faith didn't struggle, instead slowly turning to look up at him and shaking her head no when he asked if he'd told her to leave. <br><br>She nodded her understanding at his next instruction and again trembled at his question. <br><br>"I don't know. No." She replied, clearly panicking. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 00:47:51</strong>
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				He had no intention of letting her get of his hook that easy.<br><br>"Speak up, Miss Vinyard." he said, looking her over , "And show manners ?"<br><br>He shook his head slowly and sighed dramatically. "What, oh what am I going to do with you, Miss Vinyard ?"<br><br>There were some ideas to that rhetorical question and he wondered a bit of he wasn't moving too fast. Then again with his work and such, he had too little time to hit the clubs and meet such girls in the wild, and now, luck had thrown one in his lap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 07:28:10</strong>
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				Pulling very lightly to test if he would let her go, Faith seemed to be failing at balance or focus as she was an anxiety case and passing out felt on the horizon. <br>She didn't want him to see her wounds or know she wasn't normal, her first thoughts went to picturing hurting herself somehow. The previous night she had burned her inner thigh with the kettle and left a shiny red mark. <br>There were also a decent amount of scars on the wrist her boss was now holding, if he turned her wrist to look at it, he would see the many horizontal and diagonal scars, as well as the very brutal vertical one from a real attempt not long ago. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 09:59:45</strong>
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				His stern glance turned slightly puzzled when he observed that even though she came over as quivering in his boots, she tried to turn away her wrist just slightly. Not to get out of his grip, but to hide something from him.<br><br>The beginning of a pleased smile formed in his expression, after all, any normal woman would had at this moment screamed, stomped out of the office and probably sued him for harassment, but she didn't and that confirmed something.<br><br>He took the arm he was holding and pulled it towards her, rough, and turned it, so the inside was facing up and he rolled up her sleeve.<br><br>What he saw did not bring shock on his face, but a kind smile, almost a caring one. "So, Miss Vinyard, you like to hurt yourself ?" he said softly although he was still guessing, "You feel like when you do something wrong you should be punished ? And ..."<br><br>His fingers trailed over the serious attempt and he shook his head softly: "And here you thought it would be best to end it all, so you would not make any more mistakes or perhaps would make life easier on the person or persons you slighted. Am I right ?"<br><br>His fingers were still locked around her slender wrist and he waited for an answer, his eyes patient and a caring smile on his expression, but not pity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 10:25:45</strong>
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				Embarrassingly, she fell to her knees when he spoke of her wounds, her heart rate increasing to a blinding speed and tunnel vision forming. She was having a full blown anxiety attack now as she did have a great deal of trouble facing reality, now that someone was throwing reality at her from a close range, she was unable to hold it together. <br><br>She noticed he was still holding into her so, answers had to be brought out. <br>"Mistakes are supposed to be punished. People who are mistakes aren't supposed to be alive" She replied blandly as her mothers and fathers words rang in her ears. <br>She hadn't been planned and in the past, when she had argued with her mother, that had been flung at her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 10:40:02</strong>
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				He pulled her back to her feet and stared at her. "That, Miss Vinyard, is only partially right." he whispered softly, "And if you let me, I'll show you."<br><br>His hand touched out and he caressed her cheek ever so gentle for a moment. "Now. Move over to the desk, drop your pants and lean forwards against it with your butt out and hold that position. I'll punish you suitably and no more." he ordered her and he released her wrist and walked over to one cabinet with supplies and took out a wooden ruler about a foot long.<br><br>With a stern look he waited for her to comply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 10:49:53</strong>
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				She was tempted to run away from him as she was left sitting there but refrained and instead listened to him. She wanted to go and punish herself accordingly but, she couldn't say no to her boss. Her mother had informed her that doing something to make her boss angry could get her fired, this would get her yelled at.<br><br>Slowly standing and keeping her eyes trained on the floor, she approached the desk and unfastened the dress pants, sliding the fitted material down to expose her tight white underpants. She leaned forward and placed her palms and forearms on the desk, sticking her rear out and waiting. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 11:04:18</strong>
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				Mr. Williamson looked at her and she could almost feel his eyes glide over her body, as he moved closer towards her and placed his fingers behind the elastic of the underpants and slid them down, exposing her bare butt to him.<br><br>"One other thing, Miss Vinyard. Tomorrow pay a little bit more attention to the way you dress. This is not representative of a law firm, not even one as small as mine. What would my clients think ?" he said to her and after a short pause added, "You better appear in something decent that meets my approval tomorrow."<br><br>He caressed her butt gently with the wooden ruler and spotted the mark on her inner thigh and shook his head. "And you will not hurt yourself anymore." he said very sternly, "If you think that you did something you should be hurt for, you can call me, and I will tell you whether it's worth being hurt over, and mete out the punishment."<br><br>"Ready ?" he asked her, "I am thinking about two slaps on each cheek for the typos."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 11:24:25</strong>
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				She jumped and whimpered at the feeling of him pulling the elastic down, rough memories of her mother filling her with paranoid fears about men taking her clothes off flooding her and she almost violently shook her head to make them go away. <br><br>She felt herself growing nervous again as he commented on the way she dressed, it meant she would need to beg her mother to take her to buy clothes, something that always made her feel fifteen. A small idea struck her about something she could fix up and right away she calmed very slightly. <br><br>"What ever you think is best" She replied, fumbling her words and fighting to keep her voice steady. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 11:54:35</strong>
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				He let the ruler come down hard and flat against the soft skin of her butt with no restraint. After all, she wanted to be hurt and if he withheld that from her that would be unfair. Another slap against the other cheek. And then two more.<br><br>For many years now he played squash and his swing was really fast, his blows were more painful than anything she had inflicted on herself. But he hit her with skill and nothing permanent would remain but the memory.<br><br>"Tomorrow we start at six. Bring sporting clothes and clean shoes." he said to her, "Don't be late."<br><br>He picked up his sporting bag and walked towards the door, looking at her. "Miss Vinyard, don't disappoint me. I have a surprise for you tomorrow." he said and then after a moment's thought he walked back to her and placed his business card on the desk, "My phone number. You can always reach me there. Don't bother about locking up, the cleaning lady does so when she's finished."<br><br>And without a further word he walked out of the office.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 12:08:18</strong>
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				A moan of pain mixed with enjoyment came from her at the feeling and a small hiss of her calming down followed, it was probably disturbing to hear a woman enjoy the hard blows of wood against her bare skin but she did. <br>She felt much better as she stood up and slid her pants back up, picking up the card and tucking it away carefully before gathering her things and leaving the office.<br><br>As she arrived home, the circus began and she had to sit and listen while her parents lit up the neighborhood with a Jerry Springer level fight, she was soon brought into it. <br>"Oh, WAY to be a mother, don't even notice our daughter is hurting herself because you're a bitch!" <br>"You shut your mouth Ron! You didn't even want her!"<br>"Neither did you!" <br>"I still make an effort" <br><br>Faith was sitting like a five year old in the corner of the room while they yelled. <br><br>"Faith, say something, fuck!" <br>"You never take my side, you are so ungrateful"<br>"I bet you do it just to spite us, why couldn't you just sleep around. Wait, I bet you do"<br><br>The bash fest went on for a while, Faith just found herself sitting in the fetal position of her bedroom, covering her ears and letting tears slide down her cheeks. She was a sad excuse for a woman at twenty five years of age. <br><br>When they left, she stayed in her position for a while, looking at the card. Of course she had no access to the phone so she was unable to call him. <br><br>Standing up and walking over to a drawer, she pulled out a piece of broken glass she'd hidden away and dragged it harshly across her arm. <br>Blood poured out and she quickly grabbed a tissue and moved to stop the bleeding, she soon slashed herself again, not feeling better until two more came and she had brutally marked herself.<br><br>Soon enough, iodine and bandages were applied before she finally want to bed. <br><br>-----<br><br>Arriving the next morning in a white dress shirt and a skirt she'd acquired from her mother, Faith was actually wearing high heels.<br>She strolled into the office casually, her arms sore as she carried her bag, containing her athletic clothing and shoes. <br><br>Unknown to her, one of her more severe wounds from the previous night had opened up and was seeping through her white shirt with ease. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 12:13:59</strong>
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				Mr. Williamson scanned her from her high-heeled feet, which brought a pleased smile to his expression all the way up to her face and he nodded at her about to say something when she saw his eyes dart to her arm.<br><br>"Miss Vinyard." he said, his expression snapping to very stern, and his voice strict and he rose from his seat and quickly walked towards her grabbing her arm, letting the bag fall to the ground, "What did I tell you ? You cut yourself again, did you not ?"<br><br>He was angry at her, she could tell that, and he looked so pleased with her when he first saw her.<br><br>"Care to explain yourself ?" he asked her.
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				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 12:17:51</strong>
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				She was about to turn and run when he caught her yet again, a cry of fear and pain came from her as she tried to pull away, deeply ashamed of herself. <br>"Yes. I cut myself again" She replied hoarsely, something about his demanding tone acted like a truth serum for her. <br><br>At least she had something of an explanation. "My mother listens to my phone conversations" She stammered, unwillingly reliving the fight from the previous night and seemingly growing more distant at the memory. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 12:35:04</strong>
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				He looked at her with disappointment. "I'm disappointed in you, Miss Vinyard." he said and he shook his head, "So, care to tell me why you thought you had to be punished ?"<br><br>Mr. Williamson kept an eye on her, his posture that of a predator ready to pounce her if she'd do so much as run as he carefully walked to his desk and opened the top drawer and he took something out, holding it in his hand.<br><br>"For not following my instructions, you'll have to be punished." he said to her and his eyes moved to his desk, "I think you know what to do."<br><br>He picked up the ruler he had left on his desk and looked at her. "But before I punish you for not obeying, I want to hear the story as you stand there." he said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 12:39:43</strong>
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				She didn't want to talk about it really, unfortunately his tone and gaze had her pinned so she walked forward to the desk and bent over it, pulling the skirt up to expose a new pair of white underpants. <br>"I made my father angry and made my mother cry. I made them mad at each other. I didn't defend my mother and was ungrateful" She replied, mono tone as she assumed he wouldn't understand her reasoning. <br><br>She waited now for what ever punishment he had for her. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 12:54:44</strong>
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				He listened to her story with much more interest and understanding than she expected and he slowly nodded.<br><br>"And they blamed you for their squabbles ?" he asked her softly, his disdain for her parents not hidden in his tone, "You should not feel guilty over that."<br><br>For a moment he seemed pensive and looked at her with concern and then an idea came to his thoughts.<br><br>"I have to visit a client of mine in prison for a few days." he said and looked at her, "You could come along if you want, I have a nice cabin nearby, with separate bedrooms. I could use your help to transcribe the conversations."<br><br>He smiled at her then looked more stern. "But I am disappointed in you and you have to be punished. I don't think those four slaps where memorable enough, I will go with ten this time." he said and almost immediately the ruler swooshed through the air and hit her butt for the first slap. He wasn't taking his time now, and hit her fast, he hit her hard and he hit her well, reddening each cheek with five blows.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 12:59:16</strong>
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				"If you need me to I'll go" She answered very quickly, quite keen on escaping her house for a period of time that lasted longer than twelve hours. <br>"Its my fault they fight. I ruined their status in the neighborhood" She replied weakly of course as she tried to somewhat defend them. <br><br>The first six slaps were manageable, the remaining four brought little cries of pain from her when they landed. <br>"Thank you" She said, standing up and readjusting herself before turning to face him but, as usual, not making eye contact. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 13:05:41</strong>
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				Mr. Williamson returned the ruler to the desk and looked at her with his gently blue eyes and for just a bit he was embarrassed that he had chosen to wear this lighter suit today, for his member had hardened at the sight of her so bend over on the desk and formed and obscene bulge in his pants.<br><br>Reaching out to her he touched her chin and lifted her face up. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." he whispered, as he quietly hoped he was in time to hide his arousal from her. He took her hand and lifted it, carefully placing the cellphone he'd been holding all that time in her hands. "Next time you call me." he said to her and smiled.<br><br>A strange urge came over him and he moved forwards and gave her a gentle kiss. "Now, get rid of that blouse." he said as he moved back to his desk and pulled open a drawer, "And let's see about that wound."<br><br>A white box with a red cross came out of the drawer and he placed it on his desk and looked at her with expecting eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 13:13:00</strong>
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				Her rear was sore now but she didn't complain,her eyes were glued to the floor until he lifted her chin, she snapped her eyes up and completely missed the bulge in his pants. <br>She didn't know how to react to the phone he had handed her, she wanted to ask if it was hers but was cut off by the gentle kiss he planted. A stunned expression overtook her features as she watched him, she stated still as a statue. <br><br>She was scared but, managed to place the phone down before fumbling with the buttons and removing the blouse to reveal a plain white bra and ten years worth of horrible marks. Faith cast her eyes down once more as she looked at the four thick and newest marks on her scarred up arms. <br>The thin lines of scars were everywhere, even across her stomach. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 13:24:48</strong>
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				As she looked down in shame, he took the opportunity to actually drink in the sight of her body. His eyes noted the scars, but he mostly noted the horrible bra and her beautiful body. And he closed his eyes for a moment and tried to suppress the image he had in his mind right now. A soft groan escaped his lips from the discomfort those thoughts caused him in another part of his body.<br><br>Quickly he moved closer to her and took her arm, carefully removing the bandages, and looking at the wounds. "Really, Miss Vinyard." he said softly as he looked at the wounds, "Promise me that you will not hurt yourself again. Ever again."<br><br>Quickly he took out the medical supplies and cleaned the cuts, then very gently and carefully he applied a new bandage to her arm, much better than a person could do on his own. When he was done he finished with a small knot and then he touched her chin again, lifting her up to look at him and he kissed her, more his lips brushing against hers.<br><br>"There we go. That should hold. Are you ready to get sporty ?" he asked and smiled at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 13:30:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A small and confused noise came from her when he began dressing her wounds in an almost caring manner, she'd never quite experienced someone doing that gently. The nurses in the hospital hadn't been nice, telling her she was foolish for the attempt to end her life rather than trying to comfort her. <br><br>She was about to speak once more when she was kissed again, instead another confused noise as she turned to watch him.<br><br>Faith didn't know what was happening anymore, this kissing business was new to her entirely as she'd always shied away from boys under her parents demands. She had been kissed once or twice in a sloppy manner, in all truth, the girl was barely touched. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 17:10:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her for a moment after she stared at him after he had just kissed her and he smiled at her. "That was just a kiss." he said to her, "Don't tell me you've never been kissed before ?"<br><br>Mr. Williamson's smile broadened and he grabbed his own sport-gear. "Well, you better come along now, I only have a spot until seven thirty." he said and he took her hand, realized she was still in state of undress and he looked at her again.<br><br>"Pull on whatever you intended to wear to sport in, Miss Vinyard." he said softly and then he grinned, "It would draw a bit too much attention if you went out like this."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 21:02:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shaking her head no in response to his question about kissing, she soon pulled out a loose long sleeved Nike shirt and pulled it on, then soon a pair of black yoga pants that were quite form fitting, some socks, and at last her athletic shoes. <br>She at least had her old high school gym stuff still laying around. <br><br>Now she was just waiting to go after carefully folding her business attire. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 22:20:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do you like it ?" he asked her and he smiled at her with a big grin, before walking out of the office and to his car a very sensible and decent Volvo station car that had seen better days.<br><br>"So, I was thinking of leaving tomorrow." he said and he nodded and dug in his pocket as he drove the car slowly through the streets and handed her a business card with stuff scribbled on the back, "My home address. Be there at six tomorrow."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 22:38:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't say anything in response to his question on whether or not she enjoyed being kissed, she wasn't sure yet really. <br><br>Following after him and getting into his car, Faith saw quietly through the ride, accepting the card when he offered it to her and nodded in response. She wasn't very talkative at any given time, she just enjoyed the car ride and looked out of the window. <br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 07:20:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Soon they arrived at a club where several expensive cars where already parked in front of the door, cars that made his serviceable Volvo look like a complete bucket of rusty bolts. He found an empty spot and set his car there. As soon as he left some well-dressed gentlemen laughed at him. "So, I see you're still driving that piece of junk, Williamson." one of them said as he shook his head laughing and then looked at her for just a moment and moved on.<br><br>Another one just smiled warmly at both of them as they entered the club and her boss was greeted with politeness by the staff. "Your Court is still kept for you, Mr. Williamson." the well-dressed employee said politely and she did notice something in his attitude that was different from those who did not work here, he was respectful to him without the least of mockery to his voice, and he looked at her only with a glance. Her boss smiled at the employee and took her hand. "I'll show where you can change your stuff." he said and led her into the very luxurious building past what was obviously the locker rooms and into a much smaller room with a lock, but it still had a shower and such.<br><br>With a smile he looked at her. "My father owns this place." he said and grinned at her, "Richard Williamson the Third. That's actually my full name."<br><br>And she actually knew that name, his father being a very wealthy industrialist who had tried to run for major several times.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 07:39:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The cars didn't much catch her attention, in reality it was the people that actually caught her eye more than anything. All of the business men and their young beautiful wives that brought a heavy dose of insecurity crashing down on Faith. She didn't want to go in there and be stared at, she knew they would know she was a freak. <br><br>It started the moment she got out of the car, people looking at her in the clothing she wore, the women were all dressed in tank tops and athletic skirts and shorts. They looked perfect, tanned, happy, beautiful, everything Faith wasn't.<br><br>"Oh, wow" she replied, when he mentioned his father owned the club, at last she was there with a VIP. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 13:06:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't think too much about it, Miss Vinyard. I'm nothing like my father. That's why I drive the old Volvo, became a lawyer who defends lowlife scum and well have that crappy office." he said to her and then he smiled, "Not that I actually would have to, but I still do. The only benefit I use is the club. The rest I earned myself."<br><br>He looked at her and removed his jacket and hung it from a hook, then began unbuttoning his shirt.<br><br>"So, have you ever played squash ?" he asked her as he slipped the shirt of and revealed his chest with the dark patch of furry hair and his flat, but not six-pack stomach, "Or would you rather prefer the gym ?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 10:20:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sat down and listened to him, nodding as she seemingly hung on every word respectfully and averted her eyes when he changed, she blushed slightly and stared at her knees while she waited for him to be ready. <br><br>"I've never played squash" She replied in her small voice before waiting a few moments. "I suppose I'd embarrass you less in the gym" She added finally before growing silent once more. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 11:49:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The gym it is then." he said to her with a smile as he pulled on a simple T-shirt and removed his trousers letting them drop, to the ground and he looked at her as he reached for his shorts and took them from the bag, "Or perhaps you like ... other ways to work up a sweat ?"<br><br>He slipped in his shorts as he looked at her with a bit of an amused smile. He had already decided that he wanted her, to be his, to be his property.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 11:55:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She kept her eyes down and nodded while she focused on her pants, picking a piece of lint from them and waiting for him to finish. <br><br>His next comment caused her eyes to widen and her to turn bright red, she didn't do those things, she'd never been touched by anyone, save the kisses her boss had given her earlier. She never wanted to have sex, her mother told her it was a dirty deed and hurt every time it happened, it was only for making babies after all. <br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 11:57:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her and smiled. "Miss Vinyard." he said softly, "Have you ever ...."<br><br>He didn't finish his question, but let it rests as he watched her with curiosity. For him she was like that pet in the puppy store that looked at you with big eyes and you just wanted to own it, even though you had no time or room for the animal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 12:01:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Wringing her hands in a nervous manner, Faith shifted before looking at him and shaking her head 'no'. Her cheeks on fire with shy nerves and an uncomfortable look in her eyes. She was afraid to make any movements now, just sitting there looking at him before looking right back down at her knees. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 12:08:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He reached out and his fingers brushed against her chin lifting up her head a bit to look in her eyes.<br><br>"You are very attractive to me, Miss Vinyard." he said softly and there was not even a hint of mockery in his voice. For a moment he held her there and then he whispered an order to her: "Kiss me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 12:17:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Staring at him with wide eyes, Faith slowly shifted away from him until she had enough room to bolt from him, out of the room and walking very quickly to get herself out of the club as well. She was too nervous around him now, he'd pushed her scared little limits a bit too far and this left her running. <br>It was her fault though, she was attracted to him after all, and as she walked outside, an urge overtook her. <br><br>Looking at a nearby fence, she noted a sharp edge and quickly pulled her shirt up and pressed her side to the chin link, dragging herself on it and causing a relatively clean cut. <br><br>She then sat down, shaking and breathing heavily, holding herself and rocking as she calmed down. Blood now sliding slightly down her side. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 01:20:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard looked a bit startled when she darted out the door and was about to follow her, when he realized he was not wearing his shoes. Quickly kicking into his shoes he ran after her out of the club, scanning left, scanning right, and then he saw her leaning against the fence and immediately saw the scarlet flowing through her shirt. "Miss Vinyard!" he bellowed at her and his expression was furious, and fortunately for him there were no others this early to see him here, and he took a few long paces toward her and slapped her hard with the backside of her hand. "Why ?" he asked her, then took her and wrapped his arms around her real gently and whispered calmly, "Why did you do that, Miss Vinyard ?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 07:49:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She should have run when she saw him coming but it never occurred to her that he would hit her in public, right away she recoiled and yelped, trying to struggle away from him as he held her in a soothing manner. She fought slightly and soon gave up, the wound on her side hurt. <br>"I'm not supposed to be attracted to my boss. You're my boss" She said weakly, not looking up at her as she could feel a warm, stinging sensation where he'd hit her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 08:10:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For just a moment longer he held her, his arms around her in an almost loving embrace. "So, do you intend to cut me too ? Because I'm very attracted to you ?" he said and he kissed her on the forehead, his lips barely brushing her skin, "You disobeyed another order, Miss Vinyard. And for that I'll really have to punish you."<br><br>He sounded really stern, but at the same time he very gently took her arm and led her to his car and put her in the seat. He didn't ask, but he took her sweatshirt and lifted it up over her head and she could hear him breath in deeply when he saw the cut.<br><br>"Miss Vinyard, really, we had an agreement." he said and his voice sounded real sad, disappointed, but also caring, "You wouldn't hurt yourself anymore. You would tell me why you wanted to hurt yourself and then I would decide whether it was necessary and if so, hurt you. But this is so bad that I can't help you. He reached in the glove compartment and took out a first aid kit and pressed a bunch of bandages to her side, then he took her hand and pushed it against the bandages. "Hold it, just like that." he said softly, with care, "I'll drive you to the hospital."<br><br>Without awaiting her response he closed the door and got in next to her side and drove to the hospital. As they waited for a bit, a intern asked how the wound came to be since it was an ugly cut, but nowhere life threatening.<br><br>"I was being a bit frisky with my girlfriend." Richard said and he let his shoulders droop guiltily, "And accidentally pushed her against a sharp edge in the fence."<br><br>The intern noted this on her chart and then he took them both to the first aid room where he prepared to stich her up. Mr. Williamson held her hand like a real boyfriend would giving her an encouraging squeeze and a very gently look.<br><br>From her history the intern knew who Faith Vinyard was and what her condition was, but without a word, even though he seemingly did intend to say something before silenced by Mr. Williamson, he very carefully stitched her up.<br><br>"It's all done now, Miss Vinyard." he said to her and looked very serious. "You have a gem of a boyfriend here, you should keep that one."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 08:34:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She hated this now, his loving embrace paired with the overhanging realization that she was going to pay for this later on. She didn't understand why after such a short time, he seemed to care for her, the first three weeks of their business relationship had involved him saying no more than two words to her. <br>Now she was being cared for, punished, provided with opportunities, and fear all at the same time. <br><br>She just shut up and held the bandages in place, she didn't want to go to the hospital, she didn't want them to call her parents. <br><br>Faith had been silent the entire ride and the duration of sitting in the waiting room, when he lied for her, she was a bit stunned really. It was a good excuse and the intern seemed to believe it entirely. Faith felt relieved that Richard seemed to care enough to not rat her out, she would have been put right back into the psych ward if they knew she'd hurt herself. <br><br>A slow nod came after she was yold her great her 'boyfriend' was, as usual, Faith just remained silent. <br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 08:45:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He walked out of the hospital again and no sooner they stood outside or he looked at her with a very strict look.<br><br>"You're going to call your parents now." he said and he looked at her, "And tell them that your boss has taken you on a nice work trip up state. Tell them you're back in a day or two and that they can reach you on ..."<br><br>He dug into his pocket and held out another white card to her. "This number." he said, "That's where they can reach you."<br><br>It was the telephone provider of someone he knew who provided flimsy alibis. A small-time crook who owed him a favor. He took out his own cellphone and turned away from Faith, waiting for her to follow his instruction, and called a number. "Hey Mike, remember the alibi number you gave me. When a call goes there, it's the Hilton in Washington DC and I'm busy in the Court of Appeal or just out for dinner, or whatever excuse fits. Got that ? Yeah, I'll pay." he said in the phone and then hung up, looking at her with gentle eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 08:54:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Faith cringed as soon as they were alone again, the look he gave her when they were outside caused her to recoil and back up a few steps. <br>Nodding and taking the card, Faith used her new cellphone to call her mother and father. <br><br>"Momma, my boss needs me to go with him up state for a case, I'll be back in two days" Faith said, shocked by her mothers easy acceptance&nbsp; of this sudden announcement, probably because she was actually doing something at last. <br>Relaying the number, Faith felt quite nervous. "I love you to mom, tell Daddy I love him to" She said before hanging up and looking back at Richard, she waited for what was to come next. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 08:59:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her and listened to what she told and then he smiled more pleased at her. "Get in the car, Miss Vinyard." he ordered quite simply as he walked around to get into the driver's seat.<br><br>"You are going to regret breaking your word to me." he said as he started the car and drove away in further silence, through the streets of the city and indeed upstate, out in the country and then on a smaller road near the ocean down a path and towards an old, half-maintained mansion where he parked the car in front of the door. During the entire trip he had not said a single thing to her.<br><br>"Get out." he ordered her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 09:03:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Faith was very much afraid now, sitting in silence with someone she knew was mad at her caused great discomfort all around. <br>She didn't try to break the silence though as it might merit more trouble for her, she at least concluded that he would probably give her the same treatment as last time and it would be over fast, she was more concerned about the mention of two days. <br>Getting out slowly and following him, Faith couldn't help looking at the large property and wondering what was inside. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 09:09:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The house of my grandparents and their ancestors." he said and then grinned, "Returned to it's original state by my grandfather after he became rich. Abandoned when they moved into the city. My father has not maintained it anymore after their death and through a shell-company I have acquired it when he dared to sell it."<br><br>There was a clear dislike directed towards his father in the tone of his voice. "Still, everything is, on the inside, as it should be, even though the outside looks bad." he said and dug up an old key and moved to the front door unlocking it, "After you, Miss Vinyard."<br><br>The door opened into a quite dusty but impressive main hall with two arching stairways running up to the second floor. It would make a wonderful hotel considering that there was no construction anywhere close, only beautiful forest and the smell of the ocean.<br><br>"And if you're wondering why you're here for a day of two." he said, his tone sharp again, "That's because since you apparently did not want to listen to my kinder methods of punishment, I have to teach you a lesson."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 09:14:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She turned to look at the inside of the house, clearly impressed by the old and beautiful structure as she walked inside and looked around, she had only seen places like this in movies. <br>"Wow" Faith said, looking up at the high ceilings before looking back at Richard when he spoke to her. "Why is it going to take two days?" She asked, stepping backwards once more as her fear surfaced. She was trapped but the instinct to run was still strong. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 09:20:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He didn't answer her and just looked at her for a moment, then closed the main entrance door, it's sound ringing through the entire hall. The metalic clank of the lock sounded a bit like those used in prison movies and very carefully Richard put the key in his pocket.<br><br>"Just follow me." he said and he walked ahead of her through a salon with all the furniture covered and the carpeting removed, and then into a hallway between the dining room and the kitchen, where he opened a door leading into the deep darkness.<br><br>"Don't trip." he said as he took a flashlight from a shelve near the door and led her into the ancient wine cellar. This wasn't cloth covered, there was a bed here, and there were cabinets, and there was an electric light hanging from the ceiling and she saw the shimmer of chains in the light of flashlight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 09:29:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Faith did follow him, a naive trust had developed and now she was just trying to avoid pissing him off anymore. A strange feeling came over her as she found herself in the dark, looking at this strange chamber. She knew what it was and her eyes were soon the size of dinner plates as she looked at all of his little toys. <br>A small squeak of fear came from her and she turned sharply to run, instead colliding with a hard body and looking up at him in a pleading manner. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 09:37:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she bumped into him, he held her, pressed her against his chest and wrapped his arms around her, holding her firmly but gently.<br><br>"Where are you going, Miss Vinyard." he said and he smiled warmly at her, "I'm not done with you."<br><br>He flicked a switch and the light went on, revealing what she saw glimpses of before and with a soft, gentle nudge he moved himself and her beneath one set of dangling chains.<br><br>"Remove your shirt." he ordered her, his tone quite dark.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 09:49:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was terrified now and tears welled up right away as she wasn't sure what he was going to do to her, she didn't like this, she liked nice and gentle, not this. <br>She couldn't even will her arms to let go of herself, instead pressing her face into his chest and letting a quick sob out. She was shaking terribly and it was clear she didn't want to be hurt now. <br>"Please no" She whined, another sob as warm tears ran down her cheeks. <br>His tone scared her, as did every one of his actions As soon as she managed to pry off her shirt, she once more clung to him and begged him not to hurt her like this. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 10:23:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He held her softly against his chest and his stern posture became softer and he softly ran his hand over her bare back, and just held her.<br><br>"I have to, or else you'll never learn." he whispered softly, "I can hurt you in a way that will not damage you, but that you will feel. And I can be rational enough to determine if something is worth being hurt over, Miss Vinyard."<br><br>"If you really want to go, then I'll bring you home." he said softly, "And you can keep the job, for nobody else wants to do it. But that's it. If you want to honor our agreement that I'll hurt you or not when you think you have done something wrong after hearing it, then raise your arms."<br><br>Richard's tone was very soft and gentle and his breath calm. At this moment he had no intention of finding any pleasure from this, as this was true punishment in his eyes. Needed punishment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 10:55:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shaking still and continuing on with her sobs, Faith gripped the front of his shirt and tried to calm herself somewhat before she finally caved in and slowly lifted her arms so he could do as he wished. She just wanted to trust him and get this all over with as soon as possible. <br><br>"Please don't make it too bad" She whispered, looking up at him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 11:03:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He let his hands slide over her arms, to her wrists in a gentle almost sensual movement and then closed the leather straps binding her with a little freedom to move to the ceiling.<br><br>Richard's eyes looked at hers very kindly and he shook his head. "This will be very bad, Miss Vinyard." he said to her and caressed her face very gently with her hand, "When it is over, I will try to make it better."<br><br>He moved towards the wall and tugged the manacles lifting her of the ground so her feet only barely touched the ground.<br><br>"You are to be punished for disobedience. And since you apparently enjoy pain too much to learn from it. I think it's time to give you so much pain that fear will truly grip you and you realize that the punishments given are not at all the farthest that can come. This time however you will realize what true pain means, and you will learn to fear it." he said very softly and caringly and he didn't add that he hoped she would learn, "Your punishment is breaking our agreement that I made for your benefit. But you agreed to stay, so you learn now."<br><br>His hands ran down over her shoulder and he unclasped her sporting brah, removing it and tying it the the manacles. His fingers then slipped behind the elastic of her disgustingly modest panties and he slid them down as well. At no point during this process he actually allowed himself to look at her as something else than something that needed to be punished.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 11:33:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She regretted saying yes the moment he tied up her wrists and told her it was going to be bad, right away she started pleading and begging for him to let her go. <br>Staring at the ground as she cried out when eh was lifted and felt the immense amount of pressure on her shoulders as she was suspended, her begging continued when he began undressing her, she couldn't let him look at her body. <br><br>The crying grew louder when he pulled her panties down, leaving her completely bare and exposed. She was completely clean shaven, something of habit as she felt more comfortable with nothing down there. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 19:48:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard had not looked at her body for more than to remove her garments as efficiently as possible and he walked over to a cabinet and opened it and he took out the one item he hoped he had to never use.<br><br>It was a slender piece of about two yards of braided leather, very flexible on about a foot long wooden handle. Back in the days when slavery was still permitted this whip was used to punish those slaves who had to be able to present themselves to white folk. It would not leave permanent damage, but the loosely braided whip would bite into the skin like tiny mouths on each hit, leaving very angry welts that would heal after the lesson was learned.<br><br>He cracked it in the air, an almost silent swoosh followed by a cracking sound, to test it, before he used it again, and the strips of leather landed against her back, wrapping around her side and touching her stomach and it felt as if she was bitten by several tiny creatures at the same time. She didn't get much respite for the whip lashed around her butt and her legs, biting her there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 02:41:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The initial crack scared her but it did nothing to prepare her for each biting inch as it dug into her skin and tore an agonized cry from her. <br>Each following blow felt worse, she was sure her skin was splitting and blistering when ever the leather struck her. <br>She didn't scream words, just let out agonized noises, she had never felt a hurt like this before. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 09:40:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she began to wail in pain, the thing Richard had feared happened, and her twitches, her screams, began to arouse him and with all the strength in his arm he let to whip coil around her body again.<br><br>"This is for breaking your word to me." he said, almost yelling, and anger was clear in his voice. Again the whip landed against her, giving her very little respite between each blow as he just kept swinging his arm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 09:48:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't stop wailing and crying through out the entire beating, she didn't know what to do or how to manage the pain. Faith even screamed that it was too much but knew he wasn't going to stop until he was satisfied. <br>She felt her skin growing warm and numb at the same time. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 10:13:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The far out here in the country, nobody would hear her scream, and even though part of him got some perverse satisfaction out of this, it was not the reason. Richard wanted to teach her a lesson she would hopefully never forget.<br><br>The whip kept swooshing through the air and cracking against her skin, leaving angry red welts wherever it landed, biting into her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 10:28:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt like she had lost count by now, unsure of when the punishment would finally stop and she would be let down, allowed to heal maybe. She was beyond begging for mercy now and this would probably make things much easier on Richard. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 10:34:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And then the blows stopped and she felt his arms brush against her skin and the welts across them as he took her very gently in his arms and freed her from the manacles.<br><br>Holding her in his arms, he looked down at her with the gentlest eyes she had ever seen. "Miss Vinyard, I hope you will never ever make me do that again." he whispered to her softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 10:39:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was shaking badly now, very body, a constant but silent stream of tears fell from her eyes and a small whine came out now and then. <br>She winced and cried out in pain when he held her, he was touching the fresh wounds he'd inflicted. The whip had also torn open her stitches. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 10:45:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Very carefully he held her and laid her on the very soft silken sheets of the bed and he frowned as he saw that the wound in her side had begun bleeding again.<br><br>Opening the nightstand he took a small bottle with some soothing lotion from it and poured some in his hands. He began to rub the lotion over her body, at first slightly increasing the sting, but after just a bit it gave them a soothing calmness that felt really great.<br><br>"I really hope I will never have to do this again." he whispered again, as his gentle hands rubbed in the lotion all over her body, touching her everywhere.<br><br>He didn't move with a sensual speed, but an efficient and soothing speed and then he paid a bit attention to the wound at her side, carefully cleaning it and applying a bandaid that would hopefully hold. When that was finished he sat next to her and softly caressed her face, almost the only place not hurt.<br><br>"You will do as I say now, won't you, Miss Vinyard ?" he whispered very softly, "You don't want me to hurt you like that, or worse again, do you ?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 10:56:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She let out another whine of pain when she was laid down, she was very sore all over. She started struggling to get away when he put the lotion on her, it stung very badly at first. <br>As soon as she could, Faith curled into the fetal, despite the pain it caused her, she just wanted to stop hurting. <br>She was facing away from him and shook the odd time with a sob while she held onto herself. Yelping slightly as she curled into herself a little more and rubbed a hand along one of her very sore arms. She just stared blankly ahead and nodded appropriately for both questions. A yes for the first, a definite NO for the second. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 11:07:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Rest now, Miss Vinyard." he whispered softly to her, his voice warm and caring as he very gently kept caressing her face.<br><br>Richard wasn't pleased with what he did, but he was pleased with the result. Her nods made it very clear that she now clearly understood who she had to listen to and what the effect would be if she did not.<br><br>Leaning forwards over her, he brushed his lips against her cheek for a bit and then stretched out next to her. "Rest now, Miss Vinyard." he whispered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 11:13:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't want him touching her, he'd just beaten her mercilessly and now he was touching her gentle. When he kissed her cheek, Faith jerked away from him, an obvious reflex. She scooted away from him so he wouldn't touch her before she finally relaxed slightly. <br><br>It had taken her a good hour to stop crying and another two to fall asleep. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 11:15:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He did not touch her after his gentle kiss, giving her that little freedom, and even before she fell asleep herself, she heard his steady calm breaths, the sounds of someone sleeping.<br><br>When next she woke up, he still slept, snoring every so lightly and his face so relaxed, so at peace.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 11:23:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Waking up was like pure hell, Faith let out a small, wretched noise of pain. Her muscles were on fire, her skin felt unbearably sore and heavy at the same time. Her arms were like noodles now, overly strained from the previous night when she was hung up. <br><br>Another little cry of pain came as she rolled onto her stomach and felt tears welling up again as the memories of the previous night flooded back. She still wasn't looking at Richard, she didn't want to have to face him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 11:43:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her little cry caused a stir in the man next to him and his eyes shot open, still half asleep.<br><br>"Are you alright, Miss Vinyard ?" he asked, his tone worried as he turned to his side and looked at her. He let out a yawn and stretched his body.<br><br>"If you are in too much pain I can rub more of the lotion." he offered softly, "Nothing but a good massage that will also have a soothing effect on the pain."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 11:50:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stifling a fearful whimper, Faith suddenly went very rigid and wished she wasn't laing next to him. After a few moments, she couldn't ignore the burning sensation. "It hurts" She whined, just laying there uselessly as she couldn't get away. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 11:53:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Relax." he whispered at her as he reached over her for the lotion, "Or at least try to." Richard applied a generous amount of the lotion to his hands and rubbed it. Then his hands were on her, strong, firm and yet so gentle as he rubbed the lotion in and at the same time gave her a massage of sorts, soothing the tensed muscles and easing the burning sensation of the welts.<br><br>"I won't hurt you without a good reason, Miss Vinyard." he whispered at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 11:56:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't want to react, her jaw trembling and a few dry sobs causing her to twitch. There weren't any tears left now, all she could do was let out a few small fearful whimpers as she felt his hands move over the painful welts. After the lotion would take effect, the wounds would heal up quickly but it hurt like hell for now. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 22:09:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard looked at her as she trembled and whimpered to his touches and he looked pained, almost hurt. He continued to rub the lotion in, taking long moments to work on her tense muscles, his fingers digging into the tense muscle and rubbing.<br><br>Occasionally he reapplied the lotion, but he kept working until he felt her relax to his touch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 03:26:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Whether she wanted to or not, Faith relaxed slightly, despite a very slight flinch the odd time he touched one of the many sores. <br>She stopped her dry sobbing and just remained silent, staring at the wall, wondering if he was going to hurt her again. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 07:42:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she finally relaxed, he brushed his lips against the skin of her shoulder, while his hands changed from massaging to just caressing her, carefully avoiding the worst of the welts. Having her this close to him, at his hands had aroused him quite a bit and he did feel guilty about the pain he had caused her, and now he wanted to make her feel good.<br><br>"I won't hurt you, Miss Vinyard." he whispered at her, as he moved nearly over her still dressed, but did not touch her except with his hands and his warm breath caressed her ear, "Not if you don't give me a reason to do so."<br><br>His lips brushed against her cheek, softly and so tender as he blue eyes looked at her with loving gentleness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 08:27:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was still scared, trembling, sore, and laying very still. Her arms crossed under her body, holding herself and just wanting to not exist. <br>At least she had relaxed now and wasn't twitching when he touched her and kissed her cheek. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 09:00:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard looked at her with a bit of worry in his eyes, wondering if perhaps he had hit her too hard and he felt a little bit guilty.<br><br>Very carefully he placed one hand on her hip and the other one her shoulder and with that same gentleness her very carefully rolled her on her back against the soft silk sheets of the bed.<br><br>Softly his lips brushed from her cheek, along the line of her neck. Softly kissing her, trailing her collarbone and placing a gentle kiss on one of her breasts.<br><br>Carefully he placed his hands on her thighs and ran his hands slowly up towards her sex. He wanted to make her feel good, even though he knew she was hurting right now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 09:28:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was quick to hide her body, disliking putting pressure on the wounds, she looked up at him fearfully when he touched her. Of course she didn't want to anger him anymore so she didn't try to get away from him, instead watched him carefully and was more or less blown away by his kind expression. <br><br>She was nervous, her heart hammering in her chest while she felt his lips and hands traveling on her body. He was about to touch her in a bad way, a very bad way, but she was too afraid of angering him again. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 09:34:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was about to touch her in a good, hopefully very good way and he was not going to let her fear ruin this for her. Brushing with his lips he kissed her stomach, and his hands traveled farther up her thighs, opening her legs with very gentle insistence and soon, she felt his warm breath caressing her bare sex.<br><br>Richard's eyes moved up to find hers and he smiled at her warmly. "I'll make you feel good now, Miss Vinyard." he whispered at her, as he softly ran his hands over the undamaged skin close to her sex.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 09:50:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was afraid but, his promise to make her feel good more or less settled her, she didn't like where he had positioned himself. <br>That was something that wasn't allowed, she wasn't supposed to let men see that. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 09:56:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He kissed her lips so gently, brushing against the virgin's lips that had never experienced the touch of man. His warm breath ran over her sex and his hands caressed her slowly moving closer and spreading those lips.<br><br>Richard's lips parted and his tongue came out carefully, licking along the edges of her labia.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 10:09:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What are you doing?!" She asked, sitting up slightly and looking at him nervously. It felt nice but that wasn't allowed. <br><br>She probably looked so innocent and unsure with her expression. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 10:21:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard looked up at her, stopping his gentle ministrations for just a moment and he smiled. "It feels nice, doesn't it, Miss Vinyard ?" he said to her, "I thought that since you were so afraid and so much in pain, I should show you that I can also make you feel good."<br><br>Each word he said, caressed her sex with his warm breath and when he finished he moved his tongue straight through her opened sex, the tip, brushing against her clit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 10:26:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My... My name is Faith" She replied, unsure of what to make of his mention of making her feel good. "It.....feels.... ni..nice" She stammered, growing very nervous and jumping slightly when his tongue connected with her gently. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 10:42:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know, Miss Vinyard." he whispered, his breath purposely caressing her now as he did not even look up and he pressed his face against her sex, his tongue gently exploring finding that little nub and coaxing it out of it's sheath.<br><br>His hands slid to her hips and held her more tightly, but only to prevent her from being too jumpy. His lips brushed against the small pearl hidden within her folds as his tongue kept it where he could reach it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 10:48:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A little whine escaped her as he explored her lightly, she wanted him to press harder. Her cheeks burned with shame as she felt herself wiggle slightly closer to the contact, she found the light touch far too teasing. <br><br>Actually, she didn't know what it was she wanted. She felt herself shiver slightly though.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 10:53:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her body's response may have confused her, but it surprised Richard just a little and pleased him as well. His hands gripped her hips just a bit tighter as his lips wrapped around Faith's clit and he began to suck on the little nub, brushing softly against it with his teeth and caressing it with his wet moist tongue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 10:57:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A sharp gasp came from her when he took in the little bundle of nerves, the little virgin had no idea her body had something that could make her feel that way. <br>She bucked and writhed now, moaning and all together unsure of what was happening to her. <br><br>She was growing wetter obviously, she also felt her skin heat and her heart rate increase.&nbsp; She fell flat on her back and again gasped slightly at the sensations he was causing. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 11:07:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If she could see Richard's face as it was lodged between her legs, she would see the sheer pleasure he was having doing this to her, as well as his discovery from her reactions. This was better than perfect and his own arousal strained painfully in his pants.<br><br>He kept up his torment of the small bundle of nerves, licking with his tongue, sucking with his mouth, applying pressure with his lips and occasionally grazing it with his teeth, while he felt her juices form against his chin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 11:13:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Like a true untouched young woman, Faith built up quickly and began panicking at the sensation she felt knotting in her stomach and causing her blood to rush. <br>"I" She moaned, writhing now as she wasn't sure if she wanted to get closer or farther away. "Stop.. I .." She said, growing a little more frantic and much less coherent as her climax got closer and closer. <br><br>It was clear that when she came, she was going to be screaming but for now, she was afraid of how her body was reacting. <br>She grew louder and gripped the sheets, feeling as if she was going to explode. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 11:17:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He held her, pinning her hips against the bed as he worked with his tongue to give this innocent girl, this completely untouched girl the first climax of her life.<br><br>This was way better than he had imagined and he would take the time he had with her to completely and properly 'work' on her, so that she'd want nothing else but the please him. He groaned against her clit as he still kept going for his own pants had become uncomfortably tight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 11:23:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Soon, she fell over the edge and arched her back into the perfect arc, grabbing the sheets and crying out almost too loudly. She was thrashing an her body flushed while she moaned and rode out the first orgasm she'd ever experienced. <br><br>Saying she liked it would be an understatement, she wanted that feeling again and again now. Feeling herself fall limp, panting and trembling in a wonderful manner. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 11:43:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He released his grip on her after she had finished trashing in the throws of that orgasm and continued to lick so softly, not going to push her too far, enjoying the sweet slightly tangy taste of her and then he looked up at her.<br><br>"See, Miss Vinyard. I can also make you feel very good." he whispered at her and softly kissed her stomach, moving up slowly, kissing the undersides of her breasts gently and then he hovered over her and looked into her eyes. Her juices still coated part of his face and he smiled at her.<br><br>"You're mine now, Miss Vinyard." he whispered softly, but his eyes were very serious, "All mine."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 11:50:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still moaning lightly and panting heavily as she recovered, lust glazed eyes and flushed skin gave away what had just rushed through her. <br>She couldn't quite form words, instead pressed a palm to her forehead and the other felt her heart. Closing her eyes and wiggling her body slightly. <br><br>She looked up at him and nodded when he spoke, of course she would be willing to agree to anything at that moment. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 11:54:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard leaned forwards and pressed his lips against hers, and slowly his tongue pressed into her mouth as he rested his chest against hers in a passionate kiss.<br><br>When he broke the kiss he moved back sitting on his knees and he began to unbutton his blue shirt.<br><br>"Do you want to make me feel good as well, Miss Vinyard ?" he asked her ever so softly as his blue eyes watched her reaction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 12:00:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he kissed her, Faith's eyes fluttered shut and she allowed him access to her mouth. Her first full kiss, something she wasn't sure was ever going to happen with her parents scaring everyone away.<br><br>Finally breathing normally and sliding herself to sit up, a small wince coming from when the welts brushed against the fabric. <br>"How?" She asked, a rather wide eyed and naive look on her petite features. She wasn't backing up, she was more confused about everything now. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 12:03:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard smiled at her warmly and he reached out and gently took her hands and placed them against his half bared chest.<br><br>He nodded at her, but didn't give an answer and he reached out to her, and slowly caressed her arms. He waited to see what she'd though he'd feel good, or at least give her a chance to explore.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 12:09:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was slow and very gentle with her touch, she had positively no clue what he expected her to do. "Uhm" She said, blushing lightly as she moved her hands slightly up his chest, nervous and feeling rather foolish for not knowing what she was expected to do. <br><br>She shifted up onto her knees and looked at him, the nervous expression written all over her. Quickly trying to remember things he'd done that she liked, she nervously placed her hands on his shoulders and moved herself to stand up in front of him. <br><br>She was quite short so, it wasn't much for her to lean forward and gently brush her lips over his. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 12:13:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He had a slightly different idea than just a gently kiss and as her lips brushed against his he moved himself forwards a little bit, his bare chest rubbing against hers and his lips now firmly pressed against hers.<br><br>Richard didn't move his hands, for they were clawed into the sheets, trying to show some restraint and let her gently explore, perhaps come up with a suggestion herself, before he reigned in his control over her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 12:22:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This was one of the times Faith wished she'd had some sexual experience, so she wouldn't feel so out of the loop and in this case, inferior. <br>Opening her mouth slightly and letting her little tongue come out to brush his, her kiss was as submissive as she was. <br><br>A little 'Mmmm' noise came from her as she realized how much she enjoyed this kissing business and soon her hands were very gently running down his back, then back up, as if she was trying to memorize his form while she kissed him. <br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 12:29:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He enjoyed her kiss and his own tongue made it's way into her mouth, brushing against hers with a hungry passion as he leaned in just a bit further. His muscles were tense, almost tenser than hers and his skin was hot to the touch almost as if he was burning with a slight fever.<br><br>She could feel that he sported a lot as he felt hard and muscled to her own much softer form. His arms were the most tense, but that was because he was so hard trying to control himself as his chest rubbed against hers a little in the kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 12:33:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She enjoyed feeling his body, it was much larger and stronger than her own little frame. <br><br>The way he kissed her back caused her knees to feel weak and she soon had to wrap her arms around his neck to keep herself from falling over. <br>Pressing her chest into his and needing him for support as she broke the kiss and allowed a shy giggle to escape. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 12:37:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Enjoying yourself, Miss Vinyard ?" he whispered softly as her lips broke contact with his own. Her breasts and hardened nipples pressing against his chest made him take a deep breath and hold it for a while to calm his own raging heart.<br><br>"Continue undressing me, Miss Vinyard." he ordered her, but never rose his voice about a whisper to break this serene situation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 12:43:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Another light blush touched Faith as she slid down to her knees and let her arms slip away from him, a strange feeling now as she looked up at him and took a few moments to register what he wished for her to do. <br><br>Fumbling something terrible with his belt, Faith felt as if she were on auto pilot, what she was doing was very bad. She needed to be punished for allowing a man to touch her before marriage. <br>Soon moving to the pant buttons and undoing those as well as sliding down the zipper. <br><br>"I.. I deserve to be punished. I was touched by a man in an intimate fashion" She stammered, afraid of offending him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 13:02:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are mine now, Miss Vinyard." he whispered with a smile for her her, his eyes sparkling with some amusement at her innocence, "And why would I punish you for touching what is mine ? And why would anything that feels good deserve punishment ?"<br><br>He rose, still resting on his knees to give her the chance to fully remove his pants, and to get an idea what the bulge within his white underwear was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 13:11:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Momma says its a sin" Faith replied in&nbsp; very small voice as she felt foolish for not already knowing what he'd just told her. Of course the way he'd referred to her raised some questions, she was a human after all. <br>"I uhm" She began, about to call attention to not liking being referred to as an object but, when he rose up, she felt herself shrink slightly and resume her task. <br>Pulling the pants and boxers down in one motion and freeing him, she actually threw herself backwards against the headboard and stared at his erection with a stunned expression and very wide eyes. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 13:19:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How can anything that feels good be a sin ?" Richard began to say when she all of a sudden jumped back from him and stared at him, his erection, with a stunned expression and wide eyes. He couldn't help but smile and he shook his head slowly.<br><br>"I take it you have never seen a man naked before, Miss Vinyard." he whispered at her and reached for her, taking her hands and pulling her back, "It's only a little bit larger that most."&nbsp; Carefully he placed his hands against his throbbing shaft, it almost jumping in her hands. "Careful, it's sensitive." he whispered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 13:28:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No" She said quickly, recoiling and staring at it in an almost fearful manner. She did struggle but was no match for him pulling her hands and placing them against his shaft, she didn't much know what to do. It felt strange, smooth but hard. <br>She couldn't help the overwhelming curiosity and rubbed it lightly with her hands, as if wondering what would happen. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 13:33:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard's expression changed from the slightly annoyed look as she struggled to one that showed quite a bit of pleasure and he exhaled audibly through his nose as he enjoyed her careful exploratory touch on his manhood.<br><br>"That's one way of making me feel good, Miss Vinyard." he whispered softly to her, "Just rub it very carefully. But if you want to make me feel even bettter ...."<br><br>For a moment he hesitated to continue, looking at her with gentle blue eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 13:38:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was relieved she was doing something right, but when he finished the sentence her grey eyes flicked up to meet his blue ones. <br>"How?" She asked meekly, growing slightly more nervous. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 13:42:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well..." he said and he hesitated again, almost making it look cute, while he just didn't want to scare her away, "It would feel even better if you used ...."<br><br>Richard wasn't nervous, but careful, he didn't want to scare her too much. "It would feel even better for me if you used your mouth somewhat like I did for you." he whispered softly and he closed his eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 13:50:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Faith stared up at him, highly unsure of what she should do. Looking back down, she decided it didn't look so bad and leaned down to give the head a long exploratory lick. No real taste, skin, nothing bad.<br><br>Of course she was outright embarrassed that she'd even gone in for the first lick. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 13:55:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His shaft jumped a little as she actually licked it the way she did and his breath nearly stopped and he moaned softly in pleasure.<br><br>"Yes, Miss Vinyard." he whispered when he realized she had done what he'd suggested, "That feels really good."<br><br>Richard hoped that she would find some enthusiasm in the task at hand, and he also hoped she kept fumbling a bit, because he was so close to shooting his load that he would startle her even more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 07:20:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A little confidence came to her and soon she was alternating between licking and rubbing, increasing the pressure slightly. <br>She still wasn't sure what she was doing and felt some shame in it but, she wanted to make him feel good after what he'd done for her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 07:26:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard groaned from pleasure, almost a primal growl coming from deep within his throat. Thoughts flashed through his mind and he was fighting a battle with his own self control.<br><br><em>"Don't push her too far too soon."</em> One side of himself brought up as he his breath sped up and he gasped for air, not unlike she did. <em>"Throw her against the bed and fuck her."</em> a much more primal one proffered, <em>"She won't complain."</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 07:30:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Unsure still, Faith had a small idea and pulled the whole tip into his mouth and rolled her tongue around it. <br>She was utterly fascinated by him. <br>Looking up to make eye contact and see if she was in fact pleasing him, that same innocent and nervous look stayed glued to her pretty face. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 07:41:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His face contorted into a weird mask of lust, control and pure pleasure. She was definitely pleasing him and there was this fire in his eyes that was just for her.<br><br>A deep groan of pleasure came from his throat as he came for the first of several strong spurts, filling her mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 07:50:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he came, Faith squealed with displeasure and backed up coughing, soon finding more of him landing on her chest and stomach as she shielded herself, spitting and screaming. <br>She was up in a flash and tried to then the door, realizing it was locked, she slid down and burst into tears, feeling highly disgusting.<br>She sat in the fetal, crying and shaking, muttering something to herself about being bad. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 07:59:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He rode the waves of his own climax in pleasure and had a blissful smile on his face taking a while to register her bolting to the door.<br><br>Richard caught his breath and looked around, and slowly got up from the bed, his erection still hard in front of him even after he came, but the pressure gone.<br><br>"Miss Vinyard!" he said from the bottoms of the stairs, "Come here." His tone was stern, but then he added a much gentler: "Please."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 08:08:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She stayed in her position, crying and clinging to the top step, still feeling disgusting. Hearing him call to her, she began, for the hundredth time, trembling in fear.<br><br>Looking down at him, she distinctly remembered how bad it was to defy him and very slowly came down, though once at the bottom, she stayed in her little fetal position. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 08:12:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Very carefully he took her shoulders and lifted her up to her feet and wrapped his arms around her, not caring that his spending would also get on him and pulled her against his chest, against his naked and still aroused body.<br><br>"What's wrong, Miss Vinyard ?" he asked her, his tone a mix of worry, but also with a pleased tone to it, "Did I scare you ? I shouldn't have ... you did have biology or sexual education at school did you not ? What happened is only natural when a beautiful woman makes a man feel good like that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 08:20:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She leaned against him like a dead weight and allowed her emotions to flow freely. "You didn't warn me" She finally mumbled, disliking being coated in semen. <br><br>"You made me feel dirty" Faith added, very quietly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 08:25:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He held her with that gentleness he showed so often. "You saw my face when I made you feel good." he whispered at her, kissing her cheek gently on a whim, "Sex is dirty and sticky and messy, but nothing that you can't wash away."<br><br>Richard knew full well what she meant and for a moment he stayed silent. "But it's not dirty as you mean. How can something that makes someone feel so good be dirty ? And you did make me feel very good." he whispered at her and then moved back a little bit from her and kissed her with a hungry passion as his erect shaft rubbed against her stomach.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 08:35:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'd like to wash it away please" Faith said, looking up at him, soon blind sided by the kiss and let a little surprised noise out. Responding well to him, her small hands against his chest, it was apparent that this was the easiest possible way to shut her up. <br>She was still conflicted though and when she was finally free from the soul stealing kiss, she looked up at him. <br><br>"May I please have a bath or shower?" She asked, highly nervous, it showed through when she spoke. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 08:41:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're still not finished, Miss Vinyard." he said to her, his tone still warm and caring, after her plea, and took one of her hands and placed it on his still hard erection, "You're only finished when this is soft again. This time use your mouth and don't pull back in panic. I will try to warn you."<br><br>He caressed her back softly avoiding as many of the welts as he could and smiled at her. "Then, I'll clean you up." he promised.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 08:47:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked up and slowly nodded, allowing him to direct her hand. Soon she was working him in her palms and slowly but surely, kneeled down and came to rest on her knees before him. <br>Resuming her earlier activities, she once more resumed her little pattern of licks in various directions before taking the tip in. She still hardly knew what she was doing but that had worked the last time. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 08:49:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard looked down at her and he smiled very pleased. "Try to take more into your mouth." he suggested softly, but what he didn't say that he actually wanted to have her take all into her mouth.<br><br>The hot rubbery shaft throbbed slightly with his calm heartbeat and it's veins were swollen and thick.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 09:00:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's too big" She replied honestly and almost without thought as she continued what she was doing, though making a point of sucking when she took him into her mouth. <br>Her hands worked the part she couldn't fit in. <br><br>She was nervous about doing this again but trusted he give her some kind of warning. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 09:07:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It would really feel much better if you tried, Miss Vinyard." Richard whispered to her and looked at her with piercing blue eyes, "And you do want to make me feel very good, don't you ?"<br><br>She seemed to be very willing to please him, maybe out of fear and maybe because she somehow liked it as well. But he didn't care which one it was right now, but he did care for what it would be in the future.<br><br>"Please." he added softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 09:11:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The way he spoke to her caused her to freeze and just agree to his wishes, she nodded 'yes' before resuming her actions and soon taking him farther into her small mouth. <br>She sucked a little harder to avoid gagging and was now just trying to do her best so he would be happy. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 09:15:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Relax your throat, Miss Vinyard." Richard offered a suggestion as his arousal build, he was curious if she could take all of him into her mouth. He didn't mind the little bit of scraping her teeth did.<br><br>His heartbeat had increased considerably and he was fighting back against his darker side again, his eyes looking at her through a mask of lust.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 09:22:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Again she stared up at him to ensure she was doing it right, a concerned look as she worried about failing at this. Sliding forward and taking his advice, she sucked him deeper before gagging and pulling right back, coughing slightly. <br>Blushing heavily and keeping her face down now as she quickly resumed what she was doing, as if she had a hope of him not noticing. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 09:36:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She caught him smiling at her when she looked up.<br><br>"Very good, Miss Vinyard." he whispered to her, "Practice .... makes .... perfect."&nbsp; His last words came very difficult for him and he thrust his hips slightly forwards to enter deeper into her mouth.<br><br>"Coming." he groaned, warning her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 09:38:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was bobbing her head eagerly now as he told her she was doing good, it made her very happy to hear that. <br>Faith was surprised when he thrust into her mouth but made a point of not stopping. <br><br>When he told her he was going to finish, she moved to back away so it wouldn't go in her mouth or get on her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 09:48:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carefully he took her head as she moved away and groaned, holding her head in place.<br><br>"Don't ... spill." he hissed at her right before he came, coming in still a huge amount even though he had just come.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 09:51:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Whining and cringing as he instructed her not to spill, Faith kept steady and squeezed her eyes shut, gagging when he spilled into her mouth but managing to swallow every drop. <br>Backing away and panting, she continued scooting away from him for a few moments before she sat there on the ground staring up at him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 09:54:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard looked at her and he smiled very pleased at her, even though she darted away.<br><br>His shaft was now softening and as it did some of his sticky spending very slowly formed into a string and moved to fall towards the floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 09:56:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Watching the bit fall to the floor, Faith's eyes went wide and she looked up at Richard fearfully. "I'm sorry, I missed it, I thought I got it all" She began rambling as she held her arms up in a defensive manner, unsure of what was going to happen now that she'd screwed up. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 10:01:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Very slowly Richard moved towards her kneeled next to her and softly touched her shoulders and he looked at her with warm understanding.<br><br>"You did your best, Miss Vinyard." he said softly and he praised her, "And you made me feel very good. Just remember for the next time that it's not immediately over. Okay ?"<br><br>He smiled at her and moved forwards to kiss her again as that seemed to have the best effect on her. When he broke the kiss he smiled at her. "And now we shall see about washing you." he said and with a smile he took her hand and led her to a darker corner of the wine cellar.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 10:37:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Faith was skeptical but relaxed when he approached her calmly and softly touched her, his words were very soothing and she completely relaxed when he kissed her. <br><br>"Ok" She said, standing up and following after him easily, happy he was just holding her hand. The concept of being washed thrilled her, she loved bathing but she wasn't sure how this would turn out. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 11:23:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was an old fashioned pump and a basin in the corner of the cellar and he looked at her with a slightly apologetic posture. "There are no modern amenities in this place, Miss Vinyard." he said as he took a washing cloth from the cabinet beneath the basis and pumped up the cold water and moistened the cloth.<br><br>Richard turned to her and he smiled. "Put your arms on my shoulders and stand away as far as possible." he said with a slightly mischievous grin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 11:26:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodding her understanding and doing as she was told, Faith understood the water was probably gong to be cold but she wanted his juices off of her. She felt it drying on her skin and it was vastly unpleasant. <br>Placing her hands on his shoulders and standing back, she wasn't too far from him given how much shorter she was. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 11:30:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He began at her shoulders and washed her arms towards him with long smooth motions as to not upset the welts too much. Turning towards the pump he cleaned out the cloth and made it wet again, and placed the cold cloth against her chest, slowly rubbing downwards and cleaning her breasts from his juices carefully, spending a lot of additional time caressing them through the cloth.<br><br>As he did, she saw his manhood stir again, ever so slightly, but steadilly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 11:37:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shivered slightly and smiled up at him in a rather trusting manner, as if to show him she felt happier. <br>"Thank you" She said, a slightly confident tone behind the words as she shifted slightly. The contact with the welts wasn't pleasant, but at the same time, felt strangely enjoyable, like when she hurt herself. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 11:42:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard just smiled and repeated the wetting of the cloth again with the cold water and his hand with the cloth slid down over her stomach and just as he was about to touch her sex he stopped. His hands then went over her thighs to clean her own juices away from her.<br><br>As he washed her his own arousal had regained it's full glory and with a smile to her he turned to the pump again and wettened the cloth. His hand went straight with the cloth to her sex and he washed her there, applying just a bit more pressure and pressing his fingers through the cloth against her clit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 11:55:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Faith continued smiling up at him, despite the water being cold she was seemingly enjoying herself. She just watched him calmly and happily.<br>When his hand came in between her legs, she jumped slightly at the colt touch. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 13:01:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard was not washing her, he was in a way playing with her and the cold wet cloth hardly moved, but his fingers moved much more, spreading her lips with the cloth and searching around for her little pearl.<br><br>When he had found it he began to softly rub his thumb against it through the cloth as he looked at her with a big smile.<br><br>"I want you, Miss Vinyard." he said to her softly, his blue eyes straight on hers, "Soon you'll no longer be a girl, but my woman."&nbsp; Again the possessiveness in his voice, but it might be the first time that someone actually wanted her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 17:45:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Faith stumbled slightly as he played with her, she was gripping to his shoulders and trying to keep from moving her hips as she truly wanted to pull closer to him. <br>An intense look of lust crossed over her features as he spoke to her, she just looked up and nodded her understanding, willing to submit to him if he was going to get her off again. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 18:06:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard tossed the cloth back into the basin and he smiled at her. "Don't really need that, do I ?" he said and with a step towards her picked her with ease up in his arms and walked back to the soft silk sheets of the bed.<br><br>"You do understand what I'm going to do, don't you Miss Vinyard ?" he said as he lowered her on the bed and found her sex again with nimble fingers as he leaned forwards to kiss her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 18:26:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a nice feeling to be lifted up in his arms, she let her head rest against his shoulder and sighed as she felt strangely safe. <br>Looking up at him in a positively doe eyed fashion as she was placed down on the soft sheets, her eyes fluttering slightly when his fingers found her. <br>"You want to have sex?" She asked, nervously. "I can't I've never.." She began, soon accepting his kiss and closing her eyes. <br><br>She couldn't have sex out of wedlock, that was very bad, plus her mother had already informed her that sex was painful and only for reproduction. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 18:47:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He kept up his kiss as his fingers gently parted her lower lips and found what they were searching for hidden within her folds and he kept caressing that little bundle of nerves ever so lightly. His other hand moved and softly caressed her breast.<br><br>Richard broke the kiss and smiled at her. "How agile are you, Miss Vinyard ?" he asked her softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 19:01:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt completely powerless, her body betraying the alarms going off in her mind when he touched her. She moaned into the kiss when she felt his fingers moving over her clit, she never knew that little button could cause such sensations. <br><br>When he broke the kiss, she looked up at him with mixed feelings apparently swimming beneath the surface. <br>"I.. I uh.. Don't know" She said meekly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I can't have sex, its a sin" She said afterwards, a meager attempt to slow him down though it was apparent he wasn't going to listen. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 19:09:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How can anything be a sin that feels good ? How can anything be a sin that is so natural ?" Richard whispered softly but a bit of passion, "The words of God are all interpreted by Men, twisted and tainted by their own ideas, while your body tells you the answer already. How can it be a sin if your body says it wants it ?"<br><br>He kissed her softly and continued to play with that little nub some more. "Do you want me to stop now ?" he asked her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 19:20:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She wanted to refuse him but the way he manipulated her body caused her to moan and bite her bottom lip slightly. "I-" She began, only to but cut off by a shiver of pleasure running down her spine and causing her to arch slightly. <br>It was clear she didn't want him to stop by the way her body reacted to his touch, she just feared how much it was going to hurt. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 19:23:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard smiled at her and whispered: "It can hurt a little, but no worse than the ruler, and then it will feel very good."<br><br>His fingers stopped moving and his hands slid down her legs. "Can you lie down, with your legs beneath you, on the edge of the bed, Miss Vinyard ?" he asked her softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 19:27:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could feel her heart rate increase and her nerves build as she looked up at him, trying to absorb and trust what he was telling her. <br>Soon, as if on auto pilot, she moved into position and laid there nervously. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 19:38:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard smiled at her and slightly parted her legs, his fingers brushing over her now very exposed bare sex and he moved to the edge of the bed, the head of his shaft rubbing slowly against her inner thigh as he looked at her with a soft gently expression.<br><br>He leaned forwards and rested his hands next to her and kissed her, and as he did he rubbed his shaft over her sex, parting her lips a little bit as he applied a bit more pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 11:58:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Faith was obviously nervous, sitting up and looking at him in a rather worried manner. She soon was laying on her back with him over her, his lips finding hers and once more, she surrendered again. <br>Accepting the kiss easily and placing her hands on his shoulders as a show of faith, she tensed up and stared up at him, waiting now. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 12:01:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Very slowly he kept rubbing his throbbing hot shaft over her sex as he kissed her and he looked into her eyes with a warm smile on his lips. "Do you want me to fuck you, Miss Vinyard ?" he asked her again, as his hips continued to make the motions he would soon make inside of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 12:07:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I want you to call me by my name" She said weakly, knowing he really wanted to fuck her. She just wanted to make him happy now, realizing it made her quite happy in return. She really did want him to call her 'Faith' though, this 'Miss Vinyard' business made everything feel so informal. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 12:12:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes hardened slightly and his smile faded. "That was not my question, Miss Vinyard." he hissed, his hips never missing a moment of the teasing motions, "Do you want me to fuck you ?"<br><br>Using her name would make this much too personal and would make it quite difficult to break with her should she not turn out to be everything he hoped her to be.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 12:17:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shrank in fear, drawing her hands back and closing them into fists before pressing them to her chest in a defensive manner. <br>"Ok" <br>The meek tone returning as she was clearly afraid to say no when he hardened his gaze. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 12:25:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That wasn't the words he had hoped for and he leaned forwards to kiss her again, his lips tasting hers, softly taking her lower lip between his. As he broke the kiss he looked at her more kindly.<br><br>"I'm sorry I got angry at you, Miss Vinyard." he whispered, a hint of an apology to his tone, "I just want to know. Do you want me to fuck you ?"<br><br>Richard continued rubbing himself against her sex and he waited patiently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 12:39:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Again, his kisses were like a sedative and she calmed slightly as she felt his lips touch hers, she hated him for being able to do this to her so easily. <br>A little moan came form her at the feeling of him rubbing against her, she was so nervous and probably driving his patience. <br><br>"I.. I do want you to... but.. but..but..I want you to please use my name. Its my first time, o...only this once please" She said, begging obviously as she didn't want things to be so informal when she lost her virginity. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 12:48:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Agreed." he answered her quite businesslike and then smiled at her softly. "Faith ..." he whispered at her as he positioned the head at her sex and looked thoughtful and a bit concerned, "This can hurt a little."<br><br>The concerned and the thoughtful look were not really about her direct well being, but more whether he should go slow or stop fighting away his own urge to just take her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 12:56:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he softened and used her name, she looked up at him in that same doe eyed manner, so pleased he used her name. The thought of it hurting scared her but, she hoped she could trust him enough to be gentle with her. <br><br>"Ok" She said, taking a breath and nodding slightly, very nervous that this was about to happen, she hadn't pictured losing her virginity playing out this way. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 13:00:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard smiled at her and brushed his lips against hers again. His blue eyes looking at hers and very slowly the thick head parted her virgin lips and entered the tight untried passage until he met that slight resistance.<br><br>He held there and kissed her again with some passion and as he broke the kiss he looked at her. "Now, if I move further you won't be a girl anymore Faith, you'll be a woman. Mine." he whispered at her, at the end that same possessiveness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 13:10:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was already uncomfortable the moment he began pushing into her, she wasn't sure if he was going to even fit. <br>The kisses were at least providing some comfort, she expressed her concern through the kiss and made a point of looking him dead in the eye when he broke away. <br><br>"I'm ready" She said, calming herself. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 13:17:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For a moment he held himself very steady and his well shaped muscles tensed as he looked at her with a caring glance. Then, with a single short thrust from his hips, he tore through that little barrier that made a girl into a woman.<br><br>And he held himself tense again, letting her get used to him inside of her as well as get over the pain.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 13:23:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he thrust in, she cried out quite loudly in pain as he took her virginity, he stretched her completely to the limit and she hadn't expected it to feel that horrible.<br>"It hurts, it hurts!" She cried, pushing against his shoulders in a feeble attempt to get him off of her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 13:25:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He leaned forwards, dropping some of his weights from his arms on top of her and tried to hold his shaft as steady as he could within her.<br><br>Richard's eyes had hardened as he looked at her. "I warned you, Faith. But tell me, does it hurt still ?" he asked her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 13:29:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shut up the moment she saw the change in his features, when his look hardened, fear would prickle at her. <br>It still hurt a great deal, a quite large object had been pushed into her, at least she could manage to adjust slightly to his size. Her internal muscles were fluttering wildly all of her him, spasming and twitching, clenching and gripping him in various ways. <br>"No" She replied, changing her tune as she saw him much more serious now. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 13:34:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His expression softened again and he smiled. "Well there is still more to go. And so far I never had much complaints." he whispered to her softly kissing her again. While he kissed her again, which seemed to make her relax so well, he thrust his hips down hard, burying himself to the hilt within her and then he stopped moving and looked at her with a soft gentle smile, occasionally kissing her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 13:37:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A moan of pain came from her when he thrust completely in, causing her to struggle and let out little whines of discomfort. <br>Again she showed how much she loved his kisses with her eager little responses, she was growing addicted to those alone. <br><br>It took several long minutes before Faith wiggled her hips slightly to test before eventually rolling them slightly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 13:42:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard's smile broadened at her. "Not too bad is it, Faith ?" he whispered his question at her, "Would you like to feel what it is to be fucked ?"<br><br>A plan was forming in the back of his head as he asked her the question.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 00:16:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It still felt slightly uncomfortable, his size was something difficult to adjust to but she managed to relax herself. The worst pain was over so she wasn't too afraid. <br>Again her hands slid up his arms to his shoulders and she looked up at him in a very trusting manner. <br>"Ok" She replied, again, hoping he would be gentle with her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 10:49:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard said not a word and began to pull back ever so slowly, until he had just the head resting within her. His muscles tensed up as just as teasingly slow he entered her again, filling her just emptied passage.<br><br>His eyes were gentle on hers and he was smiling as he studied her expression carefully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 10:55:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he pulled back, Faith smiled back up at him and relaxed, letting her little pink tongue come out to wet her lips. <br>Her eyes fluttered and a small "Oh" Came from her when he began sliding back into her. It felt much better this time, she didn't know why her mother had been telling her it was horrible. <br><br>It did feel strange to have something that large inside of her, she was beginning to enjoy it now. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 10:59:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He kissed her after her 'Oh' and began moving out of her again, slightly faster this time, and entered her again in that same faster speed. His eyes were amused and so was his smile as he broke the kiss.<br><br>"Not bad is it Faith ?" he whispered at her, "Do you like it ?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 11:38:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Another little gasp came from her and she let her legs open wider, she liked this, maybe a little too much. <br>"Yes, it feels so good" She replied in a breathy tone, gripping to him softly. <br><br>Her internal muscles gripped him tightly and she rolled her hips to meet him, clearly wanting more already. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 11:57:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at her pleased at himself for having won that little victory over her and yet again, increased his speed, but only slightly. Richard had to show a lot of self control, for the process of getting her to this point had already quite aroused him, but now her pleasure came first. Just this once.<br><br>"Good isn't it." he whispered at her and then held back the rest. It was not the time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 12:16:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mewls of pleasure began spilling from her now as he picked up the pace, she hooked her heels behind his thighs, fully clinging to him as she tried to figure out how to enjoy the sensations pulsing through her. <br>Even the feeling of his breath on her ear caused her to moan. <br>"Richard" She moaned, arching her back as something quite new was struck inside of her, something she didn't know existed. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 12:20:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For just a split second he froze, stopping his motions and his eyes hardened. "Sir." he hissed and then his expression softened again and he resumed his motions, "Call me Sir, Miss Vinyard."<br><br>Richard kissed her a bit aggressive, his lips pressing hard against hers and his tongue probing her mouth again, as he increased the pace a bit more. This was for her enjoyment, but there were rules and she had better learn to follow them, sooner than later.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 12:27:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She recoiled very fast when his expression hardened, a whine of fear escaped and she began blurting various apologies. <br>"I'm sorry" She finally put together, despite his expression softening, she still felt foolish for upsetting him. Silenced when he kissed her, once more she let go and opened up for him, arms relaxing and another somewhat loud moan as he struck that same spot in her once more. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 12:39:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He increased his pace even more, unable to control his own desires and soon he was taking her with the hunger and passion of a man who has not really had much company but his own hand for some time. In the back of his head there was this slight concern he might ruin the experience for her, but at this point he did not care anymore.<br><br>His thrusts alternated between fast but careful and slow but hard as he took her as a full woman.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 12:44:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was moaning in a frantic manner as he sped up, it would hurt at times but he'd done an expert job of getting her wet enough for a nice long session. <br>Faith felt as if she was being ravaged and it was entirely what was happening, he was taking her in a dominating and almost primal fashion. <br><br>She responded to each and every one of his movements, her legs spread wide open for him now as she felt a warm sensation building. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 12:48:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard claimed her with every thrust he made, and as he continued his breath sped up and his eyes locked on hers with what was clear hungry passion. <br><br>Each time he made the deep slow thrusts, he made sure that his chest rubbed against hers pressing against hers, and he kissed her lightly as he did.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 12:55:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her cries of pleasure grew louder as she felt that build up grow stronger every thrust. She couldn't hold back any longer, her breathing had increased and her internal muscles were spasming wildly. When the kiss broke, she turned her head to the side and practically screamed with her first wave of release. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 13:02:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The beginning of her own climax was enough to set his own lusts to uncontrollable and just a single hard furious thrust into that working gripping tight passage was enough to make him growl deeply from his throat and fill her with his own juices.<br><br>Richard almost pulled her up from the bed as he did, his arms wrapping around her and pressing her against him, holding her and claiming her completely as his own. His breath fast and ragged as he held her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 13:13:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She continued crying out loudly as she climaxed, clinging to him and panting. She felt him join her in orgasm and moaned again, soon pulled up against him, she opened her eyes and looked at him, the last few convulsions of pleasure coursing through her before she fell limp against him. <br><br>Her palms rested gently against his shoulder and collarbone area as she tried to calm herself. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 13:36:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mine." he whispered when he had regained enough of his breath, whispering it in her ear and he meant it. His arms still wrapped around her holding her against him as their juices dribbled down his shaft, still hard within her and slowly softening.<br><br>Richard's breath was fast and deep and a slight sheen of sweat had formed over his body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 13:53:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Faith continued panting as she recovered, clinging to him still in a more needy than possessive manner. Something about the word caused her to feel a strange sensation of belonging for the first time in her life, she felt limp and exhausted now. Of course she had no idea that this would be the easiest session she'd ever face. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 14:25:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard lifted her of the bed, and his shaft, although not as solid still rested within her and very slowly walked towards the basin again and then lowered her, setting her on the edge.<br><br>"Wash me!" he ordered as simple as he dismissd her typing skills and he slipped out of her and waited for her to find her own balance. His expression was moderate again and he was looking at her with the same relaxed posture he had when she first came into his office.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 14:39:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Holding to him tightly as she was lifted, Faith dropped a kiss on his shoulder and seemed very content with everything that had just happened. Actually, she was feeling a strange happy mood spread over her with each passing second. <br>When instructed to wash him, she wobbled slightly on her less than sturdy legs and nodded, picking up a fresh face cloth, wetting it, then gently beginning at his shoulders. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 14:55:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard watched her with a studious expression. Around the corners of his mouth a slight smile had formed and he shivered slightly when Faith began to wash him, but it wasn't just from the cold of the water.<br><br>She would become his 'project' for the time being. After all, he had never actually worked for money, mostly picking up Pro Deo cases just to annoy his father. He had his own money which was more than, much more than sufficient to live on in the lifestyle he had chosen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 14:59:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Faith was gentle and thorough as she followed his order, much wanting to make him happy. A rather happy vibe seemed to be radiating off of her, also she was a touch more 'cuddly' now which was easily understood. <br>Dropping to her knees and finally moving to his legs, Faith kept her eyes on her own hands and wouldn't glance to look back at the parts she's just cleaned. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 15:09:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He waited for her to finish, very little showing on his face, but his body betrayed a bit more as there was another rise coming out of him, his shaft already stirring.<br><br>Richard was definitely in lust with this mousy woman and he was already smiling at what he had in mind for her. She would become the perfect secretary and he'd even put on a show of working hard just to show her off for a bit when he was done.<br><br>He nodded very pleased when she finished. "Go wash yourself now, Miss Vinyard." he said simply and stepped back, "Then clean the sheets. You can find clean ones in a suitcase beneath the bed."<br><br>Without a further word he moved towards his clothes and dug up his cellphone and began work a little bit with it. His fingers dashing over the numbers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 15:14:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ok" Faith replied simply with a nod before getting up and taking a fresh cloth for herself before setting to work, cleaning herself with the cold water. <br>She made sure to do an extra careful job, especially around her closing wounds. The marks on her arms caused her to feel as if her stomach had dropped out of her. <br><br>Soon she set to changing th sheets, wrapping the, still clean but, old top sheet around herself in a makeshift dress while she worked. <br><br>She was doing what he said without a question. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 15:23:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard saw her from the corner of her eye wrap the sheet around herself and he hid a smile as he finished what he was doing and let her finish what she was doing. No sooner was she done or he straightened his back and glared at her.<br><br>"Miss Vinyard!" he said, just slightly raising his voice, "Did I give you permission to get dressed ?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 15:28:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Faith nearly jumped onto he ceiling when she heard the tone he used, she turned to face him quickly before recoiling at the glare and stepping backwards, the bed hitting the back of her knees and forcing her to sit down and stare up at him wide eyed. <br>"I'm sorry, I was cold and--" She began, cutting herself off very fast when she remembered the last time she didn't answer his question. <br>"No, you didn't" She said, dropping her chin towards her chest and looking at the floor while she stood slowly and unwrapped the sheet. The cold air bought goosebumps up all over her body and caused her nippled to harden quickly, she turned away from him and folded the sheet. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 15:38:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Much better, Miss Vinyard." he said at a softer tone, "Just because I told you to clean the sheets, that doesn't mean I am done with you just yet."<br><br>Richard moved towards the bed in a very relax way and sat next to her, caressing her shoulder before taking hold and holding her.<br><br>"You can please me best by never assuming." he whispered at her and looked at her with blue eyes so gentle, "Ask me. I won't get angry for a polite question."<br><br>Leaning forwards he let his lips brush against hers again softly, and then broke the kiss. "Oh, and Miss Vinyard. Call me Sir." he whispered to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 15:45:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sat down, nervously of course as he sat next to her.<br><br>The gentle tone did help and him holding her against him also worked, she didn't understand how someone so perfect wanted to sit there with her. She had a horrible little scarred up body and always made mistakes. <br>"Ok" She said with a nod, looking up at him and almost eagerly accepting the kiss. She opened her eyes afterwards and looked up at him. "Ok, Sir" She said, in an extremely submissive tone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 19:52:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard smiled at her very pleased and he grinned a little. "Now, we have had a lot of different sorts of activities that can be seen as sex. There is but one we haven't done, Miss Vinyard. And I would very much like to teach you that one as well, if you're interested."<br><br>He phrased it to pique her interest at first so she couldn't crawl out of it again, but Richard intended to take her last virginity as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 23:21:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Staring up at him wide eyed, Faith tilted her head in confusion about this other kind of sex he had mentioned. "I like what we did" She said, sounding apprehensive and concerned about what he might mention. <br><br>"What is it?" Faith asked, entirely unsure about what he was going to do to her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 00:01:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard smiled at her words. "It's called anal sex, Miss Vinyard." he said softly, "It's a bit more painful, but some say it is also much more pleasurable. I for one do enjoy that a lot. And I want to introduce you to it. But you must be very calm and relaxed."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 00:09:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Faith looked at him and backed up when she heard him mention anal sex, obvious fear flashed through her. "I don't want to do that" She said, pulling her knees to her chest and putting herself into the fetal. She didn't want to have anal sex, it sounded very painful. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 00:21:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard smiled at her. "You enjoyed the other things as well, did you not ?" he whispers at her softly as he moved so close his lips almost brushed against hers, "Why don't you trust me with this one, Miss Vinyard ?"<br><br>Licking his lips he almost touched hers with his tongue and his blue eyes were real calmly set on hers. "You do want me to feel good, don't you ?" he whispered softly as he kissed her so lightly, "And you felt good with the other things did you not ?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 00:34:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I.. I did" She stammered, looking up at him as he drew closer to her, she so wanted to close the gap and kiss him but was too afraid. <br>Her eyes fluttered when he kissed her and a small whimper escaped, she didn't want to do it, she knew it was going to hurt. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 00:47:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard caught that glance and he knew she was too hesitant to try and this was one thing he could not force her to do, but he had a plan. He let the corners of his mouth droop and his eyelids hang, looking at her with with a much disappointment as he could muster. "I thought you wanted to make me feel very good, Miss Vinyard." he said softly, and he forced a smile at her, not to actually smile, but to prevent himself from doing so.<br><br>"But if you don't trust me." he added and kissed her so gentle, "I won't pressure you into it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 00:50:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now she just felt terrible, seeing him unhappy with her, she dropped her head on her knees and let out a small whine. "I deserve to be punished, for making you unhappy" She said, temped to go do someting to herself so she would stop feeling terrible. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 01:18:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Shhhh." he whispered at her and kissed her again. Trying to calm her and make her feel better about herself. "I was just a bit disappointed, that's all. There's plenty of other ways you can make me feel good. If you want to learn them ?"<br><br>He would use a bit of her guilt to actually make her do things that would please him and perhaps her a little bit as well. With a glance at her he smiled. "I would like you to use your mouth again. You still need to learn a lot on how to please me with that." he said softly, "And practice makes perfect. Don't you agree, Miss Vinyard ?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 01:34:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The kiss indeed did its job and settled her. <br><br>Silently, she nodded and slid to the floor, kneeling before him and looking up with that same innocent and naive look in her eyes. "Yes" She said meekly before settling herself and bringing a hand up to began, stroking him gently. <br>She was more confident after her previous instruction, she would do what he asked in order to make up for disappointing him. <br>Looking back up at him, she leaned forward and licked the tip gently, then gave the entire shaft a long lick before taking him into her mouth and sucking tenderly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 01:42:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard closed his eyes and let the sensations do his work. "A little bit ... your tongue around the hood." he whispered at her, instructing her to what he found pleasurable. He almost immediately opened his eyes for he was a picture person and looked at her with a pleased smile.<br><br>"The long licks are good, try those around the base as well, make it wet and slippery. I don't mind messy. And use your hands." he instructed her his tone soft like a teacher.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 01:49:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Doing exactly as he instructed, Faith licked around the base and soon brought her hands up to stroke him and cup him. Massaging and working to make him happy, its all she really wanted to.<br><br>Once more sucking him in and rolling her tongue around the head, she worked to relax her jaw so it wouldn't get tired very quickly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 02:05:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard tried to recall what the woman said who was the only one who ever managed to take him into her mouth in entirity said and then he smiled as he remembered.<br><br>"Miss Vinyard. I want you to try to swallow my shaft completely without using my tooth. Keep breathing softly through your nose." he said and he looked at her with curious interest. He decided that he would also not make an issue of it should she not succeed at first.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 10:37:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Faith thought about it, wondering if she really could manage to take all of him, her mouth was small. She started inching down the best she could, breathing carefully and swallowing more of him each time.&nbsp; Doing her best to take as much as possible, pushing herself a little too far and gagging, she pulled back quickly and took a breath. <br><br>Looking back up at Richard with embarrassment burning her cheeks. "I'm sorry" She said before moving back to resume. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 12:04:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she looked at him, Richard was smiling very pleased at her and he nodded. "If you can't then it's okay, but do try at least once each time I ask and as often as you feel you're able." he whispered at her, "A deal Miss Vinyard ?"<br><br>His hands reached for her and very softly did he caress her cheeks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 12:07:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tried again and failed, gagging harder and pulling back. Looking up at him when he caressed her cheeks. "Of course" She replied, as if it would be an atrocity to refuse any of his orders. <br>Resuming her normal task, her throat was a bit sensitive now. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 12:12:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He moaned softly as she resumed her tasks as the look of her face on his shaft was almost too much for him.<br><br>"Run your tongue along the base, around the hood." he whispered softly and groaned, "I'm close."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 12:16:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pulling back and running her tongue in the precise way he asked her to, she hoped this was pleasing and she was doing a good job for him. <br>Looking back up at him as she continued on, looking for any sign of displeasure so she may correct herself. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 12:20:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was only pleasure on Richard's face and his eyes were half-closed, his breath had sped up, and his hips moved every so slightly to move into her warm wet mouth.<br><br>"So .. close." he moaned for a bit and his fingers pressed a bit harder against her face, another deep breath followed by a gasp, and he came, not as much as the previous two times, but still plenty.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 12:23:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A little squeak came from Faith as she felt him spill into her mouth, she swallowed fast to get it out of the way and sat back on the floor, looking up at him. Her knees hurt slightly now from putting so much weight on them for so long. <br>Wordlessly she watched him, waiting for some kind of recognition that she did either good or bad. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 12:28:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard lay on his back on the bed and he was breathing heavy and smiling so pleased. After a while he opened his eyes at her and smiled so pleased.<br><br>"Don't you enjoy my taste, Miss Vinyard ?" he asked her softly and then shook his head for a bit, "No, you did good. That was very nice."<br><br>He stretched his arms to her, waiting for her to catch the idea and move into his arms.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 12:33:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A smile came to her and she quickly pulled herself onto the bed and climbed into his arms, a happy sigh escaping her as she settled herself. <br>"I feel happy" Faith said, the first time those words had been said by her in easily fifteen years. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 12:40:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He held her in his arms and smiled at her. "You are mine now, Miss Vinyard." he whispered softly and let his lips brush against hers as he pulled her just a bit more possessive against him. He seemed to think for a moment and then he smiled at her. "I want you to come live with me so you'll never be far away. How much time do you think you need to tell your parents and pack your things ?" he ordered her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 12:44:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A day or two" Faith replied, not even questioning his order for her to live with him, she needed out of her parents house asap. <br>She looked up at him, hoping for another kiss but not fully giving it away. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 12:53:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard sighed at that and then he smiled. "Two days. I'll miss you a little." he whispered at her softly and brushed his lips almost against hers, "Well I can wait two days to have you completely to my own."<br><br>He then kissed her so gently and looked deep in her eyes. When he broke the kiss he looked at her. "What do you want to do with the half day we have left, Miss Vinyard ?" he asked her, "After that we need to go back."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 12:57:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Lay here with you" Faith replied softly, licking her lips after the kiss and once more wanting another. She wouldn't dare reach up to take one for herself, that could get her in trouble. <br><br>She felt pinned to the spit when he looked at her in that gentle yet demanding way, she'd never defy him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 13:16:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at her very truthful words, but shook his head slightly. "No, Miss Vinyard." he whispered at her, "I think that we'll use the time to go shopping. This is a wealthy area and the village nearby has some lovely boutiques. And I think that the time is much better spent getting you a few outfits."<br><br>Richard kissed her once more and released her then, slowly rising of the bed and grabbing his clothes, putting them on and he smiled at her. "Get dressed, Miss Vinyard." he said as he looked at her, "We're going shopping."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 13:19:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Faith accepted the kiss happily, they always felt like they lasted for an hour, even if they lasted for a moment. "Alright" She said, content with his response. <br>Touching her lips slightly, Faith soon rolled over and got herself dressed quickly, standing and waiting for him to take her where ever he pleased. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 13:25:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at her and extended his hand to her, taking hers, and walking out of the wine cellar with her through the house and to the car.<br><br>Richard helped her into the car like a gentleman and then walked around it and sat behind the wheel. His Volvo soon rolled down down the driveway and onto the road towards the village and a few minutes later they were there. Well maintained old buildings, modest signs, cobblestone roads and cars that were kept outside in a parking lot. There were no malls here and it almost looked as if they moved back a century, where it not for the clothes the people in the streets wore.<br><br>He held her arm as they strolled past the tiny boutiques, jewelry stores, bakeries, and other shops and he smiled at her. "What do you like to wear, Miss Vinyard ?" he asked her softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 13:32:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The village was a beautiful place, something Faith had only read about. She had been dropped into a strange situation where in she wasn't sure how to take everything. <br>"Uhm. Usually I wear jeans but, I suppose skirts and dresses are better?" She said, her insecurities showing through as she looked up at him, she knew it was high time she dressed like someone her age, rather than always Jeans and t-shirts. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 13:41:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, Miss Vinyard." Richard said to her with a smile as they reached a shop that was unmarked and he opened the door for her, it's little bell mounted above the door ringing slightly, "When you are someone's you begin with the lowest layers, to show when they decide they want to see you naked."<br><br>The shop was a lingerie shop where even her normal salary he paid her could not afford much. Richard smiled at the woman working there. "Go ahead, pick anything that you like and show it to me." he said to her and when the woman seemed to object to those two fairly common dressed people to do so, he quickly slapped a plastic card on the counter which caught her attention and suddenly the lady became fairly helpful.<br><br>Richard found himself a seat and sat down watching with a smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 14:00:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shyly, Faith followed the saleswoman who began chatting her up about Richard, how long they had known each other, telling Faith she was a lucky soul. <br>Faith couldn't help smiling as she looked at different things, many of them were chosen by the sales woman who claimed these particular pieces were 'made for her'.<br><br>Taking the massive bundle and stepping into a change room, Faith soon walked out in a lacy pink set with matching stockings. She giggled and blushed as she turned for him, blushing as she saw herself in a the very revealing set.<br><br>The next was a black and red crocheted number, she particularly liked this one. Again, she turned before heading back in and coming out in a silk teddy and matching underwear. This one she liked because it held a more modest look. <br><br>Finally a corset was thrown into the mix and it took Faith a moment to step out to show it to him, blushing as she stood and waited for his comments. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 14:11:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard was smiling very pleased at most of the outfits she came out to show him with, but his grin was broadest at the first one. He enjoyed this quite a bit and sat back very relaxed and unashamed to show the effect her modeling had on him. His erection quite clearly outlined in his pants.<br><br>"More." was all he said when he was showed the three sets.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 14:54:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ok" She replied in a rather perky manner as she walked back in and soon came out in a white, then black set. <br><br>Soon a line of corsets were modeled and Faith couldn't help but enjoy herself as she wore the sexy outfits. Strange that such a conservative girl would have fun trying on revealing outfits but, there she was giggling and prancing around. <br><br>The final set was black and blue lace, she was a bit more shy about this one because it was apparently crotchless. Walking forward to sit on Richard lap, she leaned back against him and happened to mention this little detail. A rare frisky side of her was coming out to play at the moment. Picking up one of his hands and guiding it to the slit in the bottoms. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 15:02:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard caught the shopkeeper's glance at that and he smiled at Faith. "I'll take it." he said and slipped his fingers through the slit as he looked deep into her eyes, "Actually I'll take all the sets she has put on. Start packing."<br><br>His eyes moved down towards her her cleavage as his fingers gently probed her and he kissed her on the shoulder. "Keep it on, Miss Vinyard." he whispered at her with a grin, "In a moment we go buy more."<br><br>With the shopkeeper distracted with her packing duties for what must be one of her biggest sales in a long time, he slightly lifted Faith up, pulled down his zipper and freed his manhood. "Do you know what crotchless panties are for, Miss Vinyard ?" he asked and grinned at her, "Hurry, before she's done."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 15:06:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stifling any sounds as she felt his fingers dip into her, Faith was already rather turned on from having him watch her. She was quick to turn and face him, straddling him and sinking down on him quickly. Using his shoulders for leverage she rolled her hips quickly against him, breathing an ever so slight moan next to his ear, it wasn't loud enough for the shop keeper to hear of course.<br><br>The excitement of the situation and the angle they were at caused her to feel herself build up remarkably fast. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 15:15:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richards hands slid down to her lace clad hips and he assisted her in moving surprised at how quickly the virgin seemed to have picked up on things. Her second time and she took him all at once, he smiled at her and moved his lips towards her to kiss her as his strong arms moved to bounce her onto and of his lap.<br><br>He'd have to hide the wet spot near his groin, but it would be worth it, letting her walk around with the risk of leakage from their juices. It brought a grin on his face and a quick flash of something to remember.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 15:29:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was so difficult to stifle the cries of pleasure she wanted to let out as she bounced on top of him, soon feeling herself flush as an orgasm crashed into her. <br>Burying her face in his neck and letting only a strangled whimper out as she came, Faith couldn't believe what she'd just done. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 15:40:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard was enjoying himself quite a bit and then suddenly she hung against him, muffling her whimpers of pleasure in his neck and he smiled. "Don't stop now, Miss Vinyard." he said increasing the pressure on her hips, "I'm not done yet."<br><br>The shopkeeper of course knew what the two were doing in the back, and took her time in packing the purchases studying the credit card with interest. She had seen one before and she knew that such a card was someone you did not want to anger at all.<br><br>His hips bucked a little as he lifted her, his own erection inside of her, throbbing hard against her clenching muscles. "Don't stop until I'm done. You'll see the joy of that." he whispered in her ear and kissed her cheek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 15:45:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A sharp gasp came form her as he bucked beneath her, she was so sensitive and so turned on at the moment. "I'm sorry" She whispered before continuing on, soon biting the heel of her hand to muffle herself as she rode him, her skin was so overly sensitive now.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 15:48:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she began to ride him he released her now and let his hands caress her legs and her back, closing his eyes to extend to pleasure he was getting from her just a bit longer. He kept his breaths shallow and tried to not groan in pleasure.<br><br>This was a very interesting development, one that he would take advantage of in the future. His hips bucked ever so slightly to meet her downwards movements and he smiled broadly as he did, air hissing through his teeth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 15:52:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Each time he would buck, she would gasp, rolling and rocking her hips into him quickly as she tried to get a real pattern down. he wasn't used to a position like this at all so it was difficult for her to do an expert job. <br>Leaning closer and planting kisses along his neck and jaw, Faith could feel another fast building coming. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 15:57:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard grinned broadly and let air escape through his teeth as she buried her face in his neck. A soft groan escaped his lips as he bucked against her milking sex, gripping him as wet velvet glove, massaging him.<br><br>He came again, the fifth time this day and he was almost sure it would not be the last time. His hands supported Faith and he caressed her bare back and wondered if it was the long period of abstinence or just this deliciously submissive woman.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 16:08:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She came with him, once more smothering herself into his neck to muffle any noise she might have made. Calming herself and laying against him happily, Faith sighed, wondering what the rest of the day held for her. <br><br>It took her a while to finally pry away from him and get herself dressed so she could head, figuring the shop keep knew what they had been doing but probably didn't say anything because of the amount they had purchased or rather, Richard had purchased for her. <br>She definitely felt some guilt over what he'd just spent on her. "Are you sure I need all of this?" She asked, looking back at him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 16:27:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard smiled at her. "That's just the beginning, and besides ... " he said and then he leaned towards her and whispered, "I'll make you work it off."<br><br>He grinned and put his signature down on the receit and he picked up the bags and looked at her with a grin.<br><br>"Next stop, clothes." he said and smiled at her warmly pulling her to his side and holding her by the arm like a proper boyfriend should. Or actually, it would be proper if he wasn't holding her. He walked her out of the shop and raised his hand in a wave to the shopkeeper and moved her towards the next store.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 16:45:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blushing once more and giggling nervously as she left with him, taking hold of his arm and walking with him to the next shop, the petite redhead wondered what the next adventure would be. <br><br>Once in the next store, Faith glanced around at the clothing, it all looked very nice and very expensive.&nbsp; "Oh wow" She said, already feeling guilty. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 16:50:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Pick anything you think I'll like." he said to her and smiled broadly, "And don't worry. I'll have you pay for them one way or another." He chuckled softly and kissed her, little did he know that he also knew a small store just of the street where his next stop would be.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 17:17:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She relaxed a little bit and accepted the kiss quite happily, turning back to look at the many items in the store, she had noticed one of the women checking Richard out and a strange feeling overtook her, she didn't like this woman looking at Richard like that.<br><br>Letting it go and browsing about, she soon found a few different dresses that she liked, one black wrap around dress in particular that she chose to wear out of the store. <br>Faith made sure to pick out nice looking and feminine things, she wanted to look like a lady. <br><br>One the things were piled on the counter after she tried them on briefly, Faith walked back over to Richard and took hold of his arm in an almost possessive manner as she saw the woman looking at him again. <br>She wasn't going to give a dirty look or say anything, just ensure that woman knew that Faith was the one he was taking out. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 17:25:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard looked at Faith when she grabbed his arm so possessively and he shook his head just slightly and smiled amused. The woman that was checking him out was someone who he had seen before and he didn't really like her. Attractive enough, but way too outgoing.<br><br>He picked up the other bags and carried them out as he smiled at Faith. "Jealous, Miss Vinyard ?" he asked when they left the store, and he chuckled slight as they walked towards the nearest shoestore.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 17:28:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Insecure" Faith replied quite honestly, there was some jealousy in there but for the most part it was her being quite insecure with herself that lead to this kind of reaction. <br><br>It was hard to say how Faith felt about the gifts, she was enjoying it as she'd never been treated like this but she couldn't help feeling quite guilty at the amount he was spending on her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 17:39:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A short while, and several hundreds of dollars later, Richard and Faith walked out of the shoe store, him carrying more bags, containing shoes that would go with every outfit he bought for her and they walked back to the car where he loaded everything but what she was wearing in the trunk.<br><br>He smiled at her slightly mischievous. "Two more stores to go to, Miss Vinyard." he said to her and his smile turned into a grin, "The drugstore first and then a toy store."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 17:48:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why a toy store?" Faith asked, following after him, she looked much different now than when she'd left the house. A new dress, new shoes, new lingerie and a bit more confidence. <br>She figured the drugstore trip would involve him getting some kind of protection for future events, she felt guilty for not considering the negative repercussions of unprotected sex. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 17:57:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In the drugstore Richard looked around a little bit and returned a while later with a small package of Pills for her and then he took her arm again and walked through the streets to a small shop with no display, whereas even the small other shops all had a display.<br><br>"The toy store." he said with a grin and opened the door for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 18:31:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Entering the store and looking around wide eyed, Faith wasn't sure how to hand this store, feeling like turning to run away she moment she realized where they were. <br>She wound up turning and walking right into Richard's chest rater than making an escape. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 18:36:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You don't like toys, Miss Vinyard." he said as he wrapped his arms around her and held her a smile on his face as he half expected that reaction.<br><br>He shook his head a little. "You better learn to like them, because while some of what we'll buy here is for my amusement, most of it you'll have to use." he said and he greeted the owner for he had helped stock his own little dungeon, "Now don't be scared and show a bit of curiosity."<br><br>Richard looked at her with a pleased smile and kept a close eye on her wondering what would catch hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 18:48:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Staying tightly wrapped around him, Faith looked around and realized no one else was there, calming slightly and looking at one of the walls. <br>She walked forward with a stunned expression, looking at the massive variety of dildos and blushing slightly as she seemed to constantly need to reassure herself that Richard was close by. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 19:01:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard followed her glance and smiled at her. "Do you want one ?" he asked and moved towards them, slightly pushing her along and he took one roughly his own size and gave it to her, then reaching he took a smaller one and pushed that in her hands as well, "So, what else do you find interesting ?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 01:19:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shyly accepting the toys, Faith couldn't stop looking at the wall. A few things caught her eye, some weirding her right out, some interesting her. <br>Picking up another one and examining it before quickly putting it back, she seemed satisfied with the ones he'd given her. <br><br>Looking back at Richard, she smiled weakly and took his arm once more. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 01:35:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard saw the thing that interested her and he walked her to a slightly different location where the more expensive models were located and he picked one in hot pink for her and placed it in her hands as well. "That one uses a cellphone mechanism for it's remote, Miss Vinyard. Someone who know the number can give you a call, which will trigger the device for a short while." he said and he smiled, carefully leading her into a different section and wondering what would catch her eye then.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 01:44:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Faith held onto the three sex toys with a hint of blush on her cheeks, walking with him to the next section, she didn't quite know what to expect. Sure there were things that grabbed her attention but not in the best of ways, usually she would look in awe at scary giant sex toys or inflatable animals. <br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 02:03:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard took a few leather manacles from one of the shelves and also made her hold those. They were for hands and broader ones for legs. "Anything else you see that might strike your fancy ?" he asked her softly, "As he reached for a few bottles of his favorite massage oils."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 02:10:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kicking herself for letting her newfound adventurous side stay back at the lingerie store, it would have helped now that she was looking at various sex toys. <br>"I think I"m fine" She replied, looking down at the items in her hands. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 02:24:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He walked up to the register with her and he nodded at her, digging in his pocket and handing her his money-clip.<br><br>"You pay for it, while I go outside for a moment." he said and he walked away without a word.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 02:34:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Accepting the money clip, Faith looked at the counter and then down at everything she was to purchase. The fear of looking like some kind of sex maniac struck her and she felt rooted to the spot, feeling embarrassed that he'd walked away from her. <br><br>She waited for a few moments, soon realizing what she had to do and cautiously walked towards the counter trying to assure herself that the person worked in the store and probably wouldn't think she was too strange. <br>She still couldn't meet the man's eyes as she placed the things on the counter. <br><br>"I'm not going to judge you, settle" A voice said, it caused Faith to look up and meet the cashier's eyes, the words actually helped. <br><br>She nodded and shyly waited for him to tell her the price. <br><br>"You know, you'll be glad you were introduced to this stuff" The cashier added.<br><br>Faith was glad he was making conversation, it eased her mind slightly and once she finished paying, she quickly walked back to meet Richard. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 02:45:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard was waiting for her outside and he smiled at her. "So, now I bring you back home, Miss Vinyard." he said to her and he sighed a bit disappointed, "But in two days, you're going to be completely mine."<br><br>He took her arm and walked her towards the car with a smile at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 02:50:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll do my best to make it one day" Faith replied quickly, again her eager to please personality becoming quite apparent. <br>Glad to even be touching him at the moment, she figured her mother wouldn't be too upset, she did want Faith out of the house, plus Richard was highly respectable to no limit. <br><br>She didn't want to leave him but, it was necessary. <br>Looking down at her cellphone, she thought about calling her parents now to tell them but didn't, not wanting her mother to know she had a cellphone. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 03:23:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He drove very relaxed and in silence back into the city and seemed to know exactly where she lived for he picked exactly the right ramp of the freeway and into the city. Stopping just outside of her house he smiled at her.<br><br>"You know you can always call me, Miss Vinyard." he said and smiled at her, before leaning over to kiss her, his lips brushing against hers and his lips slightly parting, "And remember, you are mine."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 03:49:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked at him and smiled, a doe eyes expression once more as she really was his. "I can't wait to get back to you" She replied, a small mewl escaping as he kissed her. <br>She didn't mind his statement about being his, Faith was happy to be his forever.<br><br>"Ugh I have to go get this over with so I can be back sooner" She replied, very much not wanting to leave as she felt herself wanting to climb on him right there. <br><br>Instead she tore herself from the car and forced herself to walk up the front path to her house and open the front door. <br><br>"Sweetie! Just in time!" An overly perky tone practically jumped at her when she walked in, her mother was beaming and seemed exciting about something, Faith figured it was a new dust mop. <br><br>Soon walking into the living room, she saw her father sitting and talking to a young man about her age. <br><em>'Oh no' </em>She thought to herself, seeing the young man and having an idea of what her mother had planned. <br><br>"Faith, entertain our guest, your father and I have to run to the store!" Her mother said, soon her parents vanished and left her alone with this stranger. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 03:54:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hi." the young man said as he smiled at her, dark brown eyes wandering over her body, now dressed in the fine clothes Richard bought for her, and he ran a hand through his pale blond hair, "I'm Aaron. You must be Faith. Your mother just couldn't stop yapping about you. Nice to meet you."<br><br>He rose and walked towards her extending his hand. "And ... she hasn't told a single lie." he lied almost too easy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 04:07:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, hi, yes I'm Faith" She replied, smiling and being pleasant as one was supposed to be for company. She figured her mother had warned him that Faith was weak willed, a self mutilator, and all of those lovely things. <br>Smiling and turning slightly red, Faith shook his hand and soon sat down, looking at him with a rather nervous expression. Adjusting her wrap dress when she realized a hint of blu lace was visible and blushed slightly in embarrassment. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 04:15:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes follow her movements and he's smiling. For what her mother has told him, she's not at all that bad looking and she doesn't really dress as a gray mouse either. A slight shift of blue lace was visibile and he grinned as he caught the flash.<br><br>He moved towards her and rested his hand on her shoulder. "You're a pretty little thing." he whispered softly, lying for he was only interested in one little thing her mother had told him too, and he moved even closer towards her. The warmth of his body radiating towards hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 04:19:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling and shifting slightly to display her discomfort, Faith didn't want to offend her mother's friend. "Thank you" She replied, unsure about this young man's intentions as she began feeling something was off. <br><br>She felt stuck until her parents returned, she could probably call Richard and get him to take her away then rather than even discussing it with her parents. <br>She soon moved to stand. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 04:24:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand rested a bit more heavy on her shoulder and he pushed her back into the chair. His brown eyes looked at hers and he grinned.<br><br>"If your mother wasn't so infatuated with me, she might have noticed that her daughter came home from a work trip with her boss, dressed in fuck-me clothes." he said quite mean, because her clothes were very nice and modest, but expensive and sexy at the same time. His hand pushed away the strap over her shoulder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 04:27:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking at him quite fearfully as she was pushed back down, Faith was cut by his words and right away grew emotional. <br>"No!" She said loudly when he pushed the strap down, she slapped his hand away and pulled the strap back up, once more moving to escape. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 04:34:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sit down!" Aaron snarled at her grabbing her shoulder again and this time holding her down with force, "You want it."<br><br>He moved forwards and kissed her roughly, claiming her as his fingers dug into her shoulder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 04:36:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No!" She screamed, pinned and helpless as she struggled against him, soon cut off by the harsh kiss he forced on her. <br>Tears forming in her eyes as she tried in vain to push him off of her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 04:43:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard stood on the porch to Faith's house and was still pondering his decision. He had Faith checked out when she came to work for him and knew a lot more than he let on and knew not everything was very well within the Vinyard household.<br><br>He was considering to just take her from the house immediately instead of letting her do that on her own as her parents might persuade her not to go. When he heard the scream he reacted immediately and pulled open the door which he already knew wasn't locked.<br><br>"Release her <strong>at once</strong> !" he hissed his tone lashing as a whip through the room and causing Aaron to look up quite startled. Blue eyes looked at the young man and if looks could kill the blond would have been pulverized on the spot.<br><br>Aaron began to stammer some kind of excuse, but Richard cut him off. "<strong>Run</strong>!" he hissed a second time, "And never show your face here again." The threat the older man presented was too much for him and he ran of and very soon an engine could be heard starting in the street.<br><br>"Are you alright, Miss Vinyard ?" Richard asked as he looked at her with worry in his eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 04:49:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Aaron was off of her, Faith curled up fast and began crying, pulling the dress up to cover the decent amount of skin he'd managed to expose. She felt violated and horrible, something dirty that was undeserving of affection. <br><br>Looking up at Richard with a rather shattered glance, Faith soon looked back at the floor and stayed in her defensive position. <br>"I'm sorry" She said, dropping her head a little more. It was so like her to assume something like this was her fault. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 04:55:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard took her chin in his hand so gently and made her look up at him. "No, Faith. You aren't sorry. You don't have any reason to feel sorry." he said softly but with passion, "That was just a piece of scum who thought he could take advantage of you. And he's the sorry one now. And I am sorry. I should never have left you go back."<br><br>He moved forwards and kissed her softly, looking at hers with his blue eyes and as he broke the kiss he smiled. "Will you forgive me ?" he asked so softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 04:59:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Calming at the touch of his lips, Faith soon stood and hugged onto him. Her crying had stopped and she&nbsp; just held onto him for a moment. "Please take me home" She said, much wanting to just fall into bed with him and forget this had happened. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 05:37:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shook his head at her even though he was more than willing to oblige the request. "First you need to write a letter to your parents, Miss Vinyard." he said softly, "Tell them ... that you're leaving them to live with me and anything else you want to add."<br><br>He smiled at her, but his eyes were very serious. "Also add in your letter that you do not wish to see them again, unless it's on your terms." he said softly and he sat down on the couch looking at her, "I'll wait here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 05:41:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't bother to make her penmanship nice or neat as she wrote quickly and bitterly, explaining that she'd found someone and was leaving with them. She didn't want to see them again but she'd check in now and then. <br><br>Looking back at Richard, Faith waited for him to take her out of the house. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 05:44:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard looked a bit surprised. "Is that going to be sufficient, Miss Vinyard ?" he asked softly, "It did look a bit bitter. But ..."<br><br>He rose from his seat and looked at her. "If you are okay with it, then we go now. To my place. And there is no return unless I give permission."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 05:46:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I would like to leave please" Faith replied, holding the only object she wished to keep, a stuffed bear. The small animal probably seemed immature but it was the only childhood thing she'd ever treasured. Looking up at him once more, it was very obvious that she wanted to leave and never return. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 05:49:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He took her arm, much more gentle this time and walked with her towards the exit without a further word and to his car parked outside the house where he let her get out the first time.<br><br>Richard made no comments at all about the teddy bear and he just smiled at her as he let her in the car. "I will do my best to keep you safe." he said as he started the car and began to drive, "All I ask in return is that you serve me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 06:05:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course" Was all Faith said as she got in the car and held the bear, wanting to forget what had just gone on. <br>She just wanted to be with him and only him at the moment, she'd just nearly been violated by someone and the close call had scared her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 06:08:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, there is a choice that you have to make, Miss Vinyard." he said to her and smiled, "Home is in my case, the house out in the country, an apartment in the city and a modest house not far from here. You can choose for now where we'll live."<br><br>He smiled at her as they waited for a stop sign.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 06:17:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The city please, I wan't to be far from here" She replied, leaning her head against the window and settling slightly. <br>She was a little more content and very much wanting to see how he lived. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 07:07:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at her and drove back the shortest route towards the city, into the streets and for some time, until finally he entered his car into a private underground parking lot. There were several more luxurious cars parked and it was well let.<br><br>Quickly he stopped the car and moved to open her door, and helping her out. He then moved to the trunk and opened it, taking out all their earlier purchases. With a smile to her, almost a bit nervous he walked towards the only elevator here and dug up a keyring and pressed that against the lock. The door to the elevator opened and there were just three buttons. Up, Down and the Alarm button.<br><br>"Just press up." he said with a smile, "Top floor is where I have my apartment."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 07:14:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A strong sense of belonging overtook her and she suddenly felt much better as she stepped into the elevator with him. Smiling over at him and pressing the Up button, then all she had to do was wait and she'd be where she belonged. <br><br>"Thank you for saving me" Faith said, looking back at him and smiling slightly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 07:18:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're mine." he stated quite simply in response and closed his eyes and relaxed as the elevator shot up to his penthouse suite. The door opened into a large lobby with white marble tiles and some delicate antique furniture.<br><br>One door from the lobby stood open and showed a gigantic living room. A place where her parents' house could almost fit in.<br><br>"Feel free to explore." he said softly as he opened another door into a much smaller bedroom and dragged the stuff in there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 07:24:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When the door opened, she was amazed, almost not wanting to step out, she did though and soon found herself removing her shoes before walking forward. <br>"Its huge" She said, pausing to look up and around, spinning slightly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 07:34:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shrugged at that as he came back, having dumped the things in one of the guest rooms.<br><br>"A birthday gift." he said to her and his eyes moved over her body for a moment and he pointed at the room he just left, "Your room. Do whatever you want to it. You can go there when I allow you to and leave when I allow you to."<br><br>Richard looked at her with a smile. "Is that clear, Miss Vinyard ?" he asked her for a moment before continuing, "As for clothes. Unless there is company you are not allowed to wear any except those I tell you to wear. The exception is any of the six inch heels I bought for you. Now get changed and come into the living room."<br><br>His tone was almost bland as he gave her his orders and instructions and he walked without so much looking at her into the gigantic living room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 07:38:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Wanting to play another of his little games, Faith quickly went to the guest room, carefully removed her clothing and laid it out.<br>Soon she was walking, naked, into the living room wearing her signature nervous blush.<br><br>Faith was wondering why he was being so distant, maybe he was mad at her for being touched by someone else. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 07:42:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was standing near the bar and was pouring himself a drink almost at the other side of the huge living room.<br><br>"Do you want a drink as well, Miss Vinyard." he said as she entered and his smile told her that he wasn't angry at her but quite pleased. Quietly he waited for her response.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 07:49:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing him smile relaxed her and Faith moved closer at a steady pace. "No thank you" She replied when he offered her a drink, she wasn't much of a drinker in reality. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 13:03:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded and filled her a glass of water and returned with the two glasses and sank down on a very nice leather couch.<br><br>"Come." he said putting the two glasses on a thick glass table with a clink, his tone about as warm as the glass he just touched, "Sit here, at my knees on the rug."<br><br>A soft white rug covered the tiled floor near the couch and he looked at her with a bit of expecting in his eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 13:08:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Wondering why she wasn't able to sit on the couch, Faith nodded and soon took her seat on the floor where he'd told her to. <br>She felt cold being naked, quickly rubbing her arms to try and stop the goosebumps from rising all over her skin. <br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 13:20:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard reached out to her and touched her softly. "Finally all mine, Miss Vinyard." he said softly trailing his fingers over her shoulders, "You'll get used to this."<br><br>He hummed thoughtfully and nodded. "Go grab the smallest dildo I bought and one bottle of the oil and return here promptly." he ordered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 13:22:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What are you going to do?" She asked, curiosity getting the better of her, of course she was quick to crawl on all fours for a moment before getting up and going to the guest room where the unmarked bags were located. <br>Soon returning with the items he had requested and sitting on the floor once more, offering them to him. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 13:32:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard shook his head at her and smiled. "They are your toys to use for my amusement." he said softly, and pointed at the oil with a smile, "Use that and make sure that the dildo becomes almost too slippery to hold."<br><br>He shifted his weight a little bit and moved closer to her, his smile warm and his eyes curious.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 13:35:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She really had no idea what he was going to do, well, she had some idea but wondered why he would need so much lube on it. <br>Squirting some of the oil onto her hand and soon rolling the dildo between her palms, she ensured it was very slippery before offering it to him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 13:41:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shook his head with a smile and reached past her and took the bottle of oil himself and poured a generous amount in his hand. "For now hold it, make sure that it stays warm and slick." he said and then ordered, "Bend over towards the table. Keep your legs apart and straight."<br><br>His blue eyes were very serious and there was a slightly mischievous glance in his eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 13:43:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Getting herself up and keeping the sextoy between her hands, Faith soon bent over towards the table like he'd asked and kept her legs straight. <br>She wondered&nbsp; what was being planned for her in this position. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 13:47:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He ran his now well oiled hands over the cheeks of her butt for a bit, before slipping between and oiling the crack of her ass. His finger found that little ring of muscle and softly caressed it, slippery as it was oiling it up real good.<br><br>Richard applied just a little bit more pressure and soon his finger slipped past the muscle and he began to rotate that finger a bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 13:53:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No!" <br><br>Her initial reaction when she felt him push a finger inside of her, it was uncomfortable and quite unpleasant to say the least. She jerked forward out of reflex and tried to escape the finger, she didn't want to have him anywhere near her rear. <br><br>"Please no" She said, tempted to flee, though if he threw her out, she'd be stuck, so she stood still and continued begging him. <br>"I'm not ready" She pleaded, hoping he'd decide to just have normal fun with her, she had on;y had sex with him twice now. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 14:02:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Stand still, Miss Vinyard." he hissed at her, his voice cracking as a whip in the silence of his living room, "This you said about the other sex at well and you learned to enjoy it."<br><br>He waited for her to move back. "Just relax, if you don't relax it will hurt." he said softly and his tone suggested he would continue nonetheless.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 14:10:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Whimpering at the tone of his voice, Faith soon stood rigid and back in position. "I'm not used to the other kind of sex yet though" She said, hoping she could change his train of thought, of course that was a foolish idea.<br>"Could I maybe just please you?" She said, a weak attempt to bargain with him now. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 14:14:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You will." he whispered softly, "But not right now." Very slowly he pressed his finger against the now even more clenched hole and he pushed in, making sure that it was oiled very much, softly rotating and massaging the clenched muscle.<br><br>He would take that last bit of virginity of hers, even if he had to rape her to do so. But he wanted her to like it, not hate it.<br><br>"It will feel good, Miss Vinyard." he whispered as with his other hand he caressed her butt slightly, petting her, "I promise."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 14:26:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Please no" She whined, jerking again when he pushed his finger in, it was easy to tell she was not enjoying it on any level. <br>It felt bizarre and uncomfortable, Faith didn't stop begging him to please not have that kind of sex with her. <br>"I don't like it!" She cried, growing to hate every moment and wildly searching for any reason of him to stop. <br>"Please stop or I will hurt myself" She said. "I'll burn myself" She added, emphasizing how serious she was. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 14:45:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His slippery hand grabbed her wrist and he turned her towards his. His eyes were like shooting fire at her.<br><br>"Something you need to learn. Miss. Vinyard." he hissed at her, his anger barely contained, "First when I tell you to do something there is no No. You will try and do your best. Secondly .... "<br><br>He pulled her onto his lap very roughly and pressed an arm beneath the blades of her shoulders to hold her firmly in place. "If you'll ever threaten to hurt yourself again ..... "<br><br>Richard growled unable to contain his anger at her now and let his hand land on her butt very hard, over and over again. Each time it landed with a loud smack turning her butt all red. He finally stopped when the anger had disappeared from him and his hand had started to hurt from slapping her butt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 14:58:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tried to get out of the way but was too late and soon screamed for him not to hurt her as she was pulled into his lap and delivered the worse spanking she'd ever experienced, of course it was nothing compared to the whipping. <br>Each time his hand came down, she cried out and jerked forward, grinding herself against his lap and soon finding herself aroused. <br><br>Richard didn't seem to notice Faith starting to moan in between cries of pain and finally, she actually came, not very loudly though. <br>When he was finished, she had managed to soak his pant leg and was trembling and panting. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 15:01:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard realized the feeling of wetness against his leg and as he let her slide to the ground his fingers grabbed her hair and he turned her to face him.<br><br>"So, you're enjoying yourself ?" he asked her, a rhetorical question, "Well, we'll see about that."<br><br>His anger was still showing quite clearly. "Remember the manacles I bought for your wrists ?" he said, "Bring them. Now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 15:11:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trembling as she get herself up and went to get the manacles, Faith regretted threatening him, to a certain degree.<br>Soon returning with the manacles, she kneeled, not wanting to put any weight on her sore butt. <br>"He...here" She stammered, offering them to him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 15:14:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hands behind your back." he said as he took the manacles from her and hardly waited until she had done so, taking her arms and quickly closing the manacles behind her back leaving her helpless.<br><br>Richard's arousal was clearly outlined in his pants, but the look he gave her was not one of lust.<br><br>"Now go to your room until I call you." he said and he looked away, rising from his seat and walking towards the window to look out onto the city.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 15:16:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Getting herself to her room, Faith pushed the door over with her foot and soon let herself fall face down onto the bed, closing her eyes and sighing. At least the worst was over, or at least the worst in her eyes. <br><br>She just focused on relaxing now, quite embarrassed about climaxing while he was spanking her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 00:17:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Miss Vinyard." the voice coming from a crackling box on her nightstand, his voice, said after a few hours, "Come to the living room right away."<br><br>Richard was sitting on the couch and he was watching television and what he was watching bored him so he wanted to have some fun.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 00:33:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Faith jumped awake when she heard his voice and pulled herself up quickly, realizing she was still incapacitated and thus her expression became a little less happy. The fire on her rear was also still apparent from the harsh spanking she'd received earlier. <br><br>Entering the living room and standing in front of him, Faith awaited his next order rather nervously. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 02:00:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her for just a moment, acknowledging her presence and opened his trousers sliding them down. His manhood looked soft and wrinkly.<br><br>"I think I don't have to tell you what to do." he said to her calm, and watched her for a moment, "Get to it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 04:01:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Walking forward and kneeling down on the soft carpet, Faith was stuck without use of her hands so she would have to use only her mouth. <br>Using her tongue to lift him up slightly before sucking his soft cock into her mouth and working it between her lips. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 04:36:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt his soft cock stir the second her mouth touched it, but Richard himself paid no attention to her, watching the movie that bored him to death with his focus on the sensations between his legs, but he did not show that on his face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 04:45:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was easier now that he was growing harder, she was suckling and licking in many different ways as she tried to make up for her lack of hands.<br>Soon an idea came to her and she very slowly but surely began swallowing him down her throat, trying to see if she couldn't manage taking all of him this time. She was sure driven enough to master the technique. <br><br>Soon her throat began protesting slightly but she calmed herself and paused until it settled before continuing on.<br>She was stunned that she managed to take all of him, she'd have to back up soon though. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 04:58:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard managed to keep his face in check when he realized she had taken all of him and his shaft twitched deep within her throat.<br><br>A slight smile played at the corners of his mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 05:00:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bobbing her head in that position for a few moments, she needed to pull back and breathe, taking her mouth off of him and planting the similar long licks he seemed to enjoy, paying particular attention to the base and head. She was determined to make him feel good so she could be uncuffed. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 05:03:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had his attention as his eyes moved down to her with very pleased smile. "Very good." he whispered softly, "I enjoy that quite a bit, Miss Vinyard."<br><br>He took a very deep breath and then settled for a relaxed form of breathing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 05:15:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking up at him with her wide, innocent eyes, Faith seemed to be pleased when he bothered to acknowledge her. <br>Sucking him back in and looking to draw this out and ensure he enjoyed it for a while, she pulled back and sucked tenderly on the head for a few moments before taking more and continuing on. <br><br>Her jaw was growing tired. <br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 05:41:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard reached out and softly caressed her cheek, brushing back a strand of her hair with a smile and caressed her ear then.<br><br>"You're doing really good." he said softly and then he grinned, "In a few weeks you could earn a living doing this."<br><br>It was a crude joke, but he had to laugh about it himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 05:50:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes dropped at the joke, a small, nearly silent, sad noise escaped her at the comment. She didn't stop though, just continuing on with her actions so she could get him off. <br>She felt herself growing turned on and so badly wanted to go back to her room and play wth the lovely sex toys he'd bought her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 12:32:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He touched her cheek, caressed the skin and his hands moved into her hair and he slowed her down, and gently pulled her head of his shaft.<br><br>"Very good, Miss Vinyard." he said to her and smiled a bit mischievous, "I have something else in mind then finish like this though. Get up."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 12:34:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she was stopped by him, Faith looked up and listened, soon nodding. "Ok" She said, standing up and allowing him to lead her where ever he wished to do what ever he wished. <br><br>She wasn't sure if she had completely fixed his mood yet. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 12:43:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He guided her, gently pushing her ahead of him towards the large window overlooking the city, and when they got there, he pushed her against the cold, solid glass with her front. A bit rough perhaps.<br><br>"Don't move." he whispered and his left foot moved between her legs and kicked them apart a little.<br><br>She felt one hand resting against her as she heard a soft rustle of clothes behind her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 12:45:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A strange noise came form her at the feeling of the cold glass against her body but, she didn't move because he'd told her not to move. <br>Waiting excitedly as she heard the rustle of clothing, she wondered what was about to happen. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 12:51:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt him move up behind her, his stomach rubbed against her fingers and she felt his shaft move between her spread legs and very carefully he began to rub as he leaned forwards and kissed her neck.<br><br>"I'm going to take you here. Against the window." he whispered at her as he broke the kiss, "And everybody who looks in this direction through a telescope or binoculars..."<br><br>Richard touched her cheek and turned her head to his balcony where a beautiful copper telescope stood. "Everybody can see us. They can see your gasping face and your breasts pressed against the window."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 12:54:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tried to back up out of instinct when he said she could be seen but, only met his warm body. She knew he wanted to fuck her but she was concerned that she wasn't wet enough for the session. <br>"Could.. you p.. please..u..use your f..fingers on me first" She managed, wincing slightly after she asked, in case the request angered him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 13:07:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So you liked that when I rubbed your clit with my fingers ?" he asked her his tone quite teasing, as he slid his left hand to her front and caressed her stomach just above her sex.<br><br>Richard continued to softly rub his shaft between her leg over her sex, parting the lips slightly with each slow movement.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 13:10:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I love it when you use your fingers" She replied quite honestly, trembling with anticipation, she could feel her heart racing. <br><br>A small whine came from her as she rested her head against the glass, waiting for his next move. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 13:17:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard kissed her neck again and his hand slid down almost to touch his own rubbing shaft and caressed her sex, his fingers gently parting the lips even further and coaxing the little nub of nerves from it's protective sheath.<br><br>"Like that ?" he whispered softly, "But you should just learn to be ready for me whenever I want you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 13:20:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A little "Ohh" Whimper came from her as she felt his fingers begin probing at her, her fingers arching against the glass window as she pushed her hips back against him even more. <br>"Yes Sir" She replied, so wanting his fingers to do more. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 14:04:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard smiled at her and pressed himself against her still bound hands, kissing her neck and moving even closer. His fingers carefully took her clit and ever so lightly he rubbed against that sensitive spot.<br><br>"And soon I'm going to fuck you." he whispered lewdly, "Ram this shaft up that hole and press you even harder against the window. And you'll love it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 15:27:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				More mewls of pleasure fell from her as she was sandwiched between Richard and the window, enjoying his touch and the cool sensation of the glass. <br>Most women probably wouldn't tolerate being exposed like this but Faith was just happy he was paying attention to her after she had refused him earlier. <br>"I'm sorry I said no" Faith said, turning her head slightly to look up at him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 15:41:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard kissed her softly on the cheek and he nodded at her apology, but said nothing as his fingers continued to play with her, tease her and stimulate her.<br><br>"I will not accept a no from you ever, Miss Vinyard." he whispered softly and kissed her again, "But I was angry because you threatened to hurt yourself. And because you did not even want to try. And trust me when I say you will try many new things."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 15:54:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Moaning softly still, she ground against his hand slightly and closed her eyes as she felt him kiss her a cheek, an almost dreamy smile coming to her features. <br>"I'm sorry I said I would hurt myself, I don't want to hurt myself when you're around" She replied, letting him know that he did indeed make her happy, even when glancing in her direction. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 16:08:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He ran his other hand down her spine as he smiled at her, her hands pressed against his stomach and he caressed her butt, slipping his now dry finger between the crack and gently rubbing at the puckered hole. His other hand kept stimulating and teasing her clit as he kept his hardness rubbing in smooth strokes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 16:18:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Helpless and pinned as she felt his hand wander down to her rear. "No, please no" She begged, not moving to stop him. <br>"I don't want you in there" She said, a very sad tone coming to her as she suddenly moaned at the feeling of his other hand stimulating her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 16:34:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard moved against her, his body tensing and pressed her roughly against the window.<br><br>"You will do what I want, Miss Vinyard." he hissed obviously displeased in her ear, "And you will not deny me."<br><br>Abruptly he stepped back from her releasing her completely and reaching for the manacles still binding her hands behind her back and freed her from them.<br><br>"If you want to deny me, take your things, and go." he said, his blue eyes staring at her, "If not, you'll go and get the oil."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 16:55:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A fearful whine escaped as she was roughly pushed against the window, his tone sent chills of fear down her spine. <br>"I'm sorry!" She seemed to sob and when he let her go, she looked at him quite sadly, afraid he was going to throw her out. <br><br>Rubbing her wrists and looking at him with tears welling up in her eyes as she walked away from him and headed to her room. <br><br>It was hard, standing there and looking between the dress laying on the bed and the bottle of oil. This was a big decision, he was going to do something to her that she didn't want but he also did many things she liked. <br>If she left, she could maybe go home and return to everything she was used to. <br><br>It took her a good thirty minutes of looking between the dress and the bottle, unsure of what she should do. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she sat down, crying quietly. <br><br>Another fifteen minutes and she finally left the room, walking slowly and nervously. "I" She said, unable to manage words, she was still highly emotional, her eyes still red. <br>She looked up at him and took a breath before indicating that she was holding the bottle of oil. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 17:01:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard still stood naked next to the window even after the fourtyfive something minutes it took her to make up her mind, but he was very very happy when he saw her enter the living room instead of heard her walking out of the door and he smiled at her broadly his happiness clear on his face.<br><br>"Faith." he whispered so softly before correcting himself and continued much sterner, "Miss Vinyard, come here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 17:13:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Walking closer, she almost thought she'd heard him use her name, of course she could have been hallucinating. Her expression grew quite soft and all she wanted to do was hold onto him for a minute before things began again. <br>"I uhm" She said, soon standing a breath away from him and looking up, so badly wanting to touch him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 17:30:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He took a step forwards and wrapped his arms around her naked body, his manhood softened halfway stirred against her and he kissed her with a hungry passion.<br><br>When he broke the kiss Richard looked at her. "You are mine now and I'll take care of you." he whispered softly, and then his tone hardened a bit, "Pour the oil in your hands and use it on my dick. Rub it on real good. I don't want to hurt you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 17:46:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nearly buckled when he kissed her, placing her hands against his chest and leaning right into him as she enjoyed each moment where in his lips were pressed against hers. <br>Faith stared up at him in a dreamy manner as the kiss ended and he told her he would take care of her, a soft and willing expression on her face. <br>When his tone hardened, she nearly jumped backwards before fumbling with the oil and pouring some in her hands before putting the bottle down and rubbing his shaft with it, ensuring she got a good amount all over him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 17:51:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His shaft quickly hardened to her gentle touches and soon the slippery shaft was all oiled up and he nodded.<br><br>"That's enough now, Miss Vinyard." he said softly and leaned into her to kiss her once more, barely brushing against her lips with his own, "Lean over with your backside to me and your arms to the ground.<br><br>He waited for her to obey and then took the bottle from her, pouring a royal amount of the oil on her lower back and then started to rub it with smooth motions towards the crack in her butt, and when his fingers reached her puckered little hole he focused on concentrating the oil that was now dripping of her on the tiled floor towards that hole.<br><br>Very slowly he pressed in a single finger past the muscled ring and he started to rub, slick with oil and hardly painful at all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 17:56:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Wanting to follow after the whisper of a kiss, Faith raised her eyebrows momentarily before he ordered her into position and she quickly complied. <br>Her face fell as she looked away from him and realized he was set on following through on taking the last of her virginity. <br>A small, very quiet whine came from her as she felt him push a finger in, she wanted to protest and beg him not to once more but feared being cast out. <br>The expression she wore was pitiful, she looked like a trapped animal, tears threatening to spill out of her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 18:16:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard noticed the change in her expression, but he staid on his goal. Very carefully and gently he kept rotating his finger against the ring of muscles massaging it, relaxing it ever so slightly. The oil helped to make the friction very less.<br><br>Soon, she was opened enough to have a second finger slip in and he continued pushing in deeper and continually rotating his fingers.<br><br>"It's not that bad." he whispered, "Is it ?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 18:24:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was having trouble keeping the sad noises under wraps but managed, biting the heel of her hand to keep herself quiet. <br>Wanting to cry and beg him to stop, another small, quiet, and pitiful whine escaped her as she felt the second finger pushed into her. <br>It felt horribly wrong, violating, and uncomfortable to have him put his fingers in there. <br><br>Faith just wanted to made Richard happy so of course she wouldn't protest, just allow it and try to hide how horribly unhappy she was. <br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 18:44:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard had made up his mind and continued to softly rub and rotate until her puckered hole was stretched enough to accommodate his entry. He took the oil again and moved so close, continuing to rotate his fingers.<br><br>He pulled them out, but didn't give the muscle time to close as he pressed the smaller head than the opening he had made into her and poured more oil over the crack of her butt.<br><br>Slowly he pushed forwards into her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 18:52:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As his fingers worked, she actually relaxed some and realized fighting it would cause it to be all the more uncomfortable. <br>She did let out a strained noise when he began pushing into her, his gentle motions made it a lot less traumatic than she thought it would be. <br>"It hurts" She said, quite honestly as she felt herself clench around him and fought the urge to pull away. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 18:54:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It is a little painful." he admitted softly, "But it can feel really good."<br><br>He pulled back a little and thrust forward just a bit more, pushing in just a bit more of himself as well as taking in additional lubricant that ran over her crack and his shaft now. And again he went out and then a little bit more in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 18:58:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A few little whines and cries of discomfort came at first but soon she began relaxing around him, it wasn't her favorite but she didn't mind too much. <br>"Are you enjoying it, Sir?" She asked, relaxing a bit more as it became easier each time he glided in. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 19:10:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard was very concentrated in his movements, very slowly, very steady he drilled deeper and deeper into her, stretching her wider than anything had stretched her. He didn't answer because he was enjoying himself so much, he was struggling not to take that tight little hole with too much hurry.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 19:14:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ow" She whispered, soon realizing it was still quite unpleasant but not entirely horrible. As long as Richard was happy, she wouldn't complain out loud or try to escape. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 20:15:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His slippery oily hands slipped to her stomach, one trailed up to her breasts, while the other slid down to her sex and found her clit. Richard's lips seemed to like place where her shoulder became her neck and he kissed her gently as he continued his short motions in filling her more and more with his shaft.<br><br>She could probably take all of him, but he was still careful in pushing in too hard at once. Letting her have some time to adjust.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 21:11:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned at the feeling of his hand lowering its self and the contact to her breasts. When he touched her clit, she jumped at the pleasure and let out a sharp yelp as she had forced herself back on him and taken all of him at once. "Ow" She whined, placing a hand over the one groping her chest, looking for some reassurance subconsciously. <br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 22:44:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard pressed his lips a little harder against her neck as he muffled a groan of pleasure. The hand on her chest pulled her back against his own and the hand that had found her clit stopped it's motions.<br><br>"You just took all of me, Miss Vinyard." he said with pleased surprise in his voice, "Is it really that bad now ?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 22:59:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It hurts" She said, clearly in a great deal of pain as she struggled and of course only made it worse. "I want it to stop hurting" She said, struggling more now, wanting to get away and get him out of her. <br><br>It was clear she was very sore and very upset now as she whined and tried to pull away, yet again making it worse. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 23:04:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His muscles tensed as she tried to struggle and he held her speared on his manhood. Her struggles would lead her nowhere, except that his own arousal build a little.<br><br>"Relax!" he hissed in her ear when he finally had enough of her struggles, "Focus on the good feelings!"<br><br>Her little bundle of nerves caught between two fingers that he moved up and down so slightly rubbing against it. His hands claiming her breasts pressing them almost flat. His warm body behind her. His throbbing shaft deep within her and his warm breath caressing her neck and ear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 23:12:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It hurts!" She replied, soon shutting up as she felt his newest actions. "Mm" A short but honest moan to the sensations he was causing, she wished she could move against his hand but it would cause her pain again. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 23:15:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Focus on what feels good, Miss Vinyard." he whispered softly, "Pain and pleasure are very close. You enjoyed that spanking so much you came. You can't say that you won't find enjoyment in this then."<br><br>Richard continued to hold her as he did and play with her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 23:21:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She really didn't like the feeling of him in her ass but was left without a choice as she tried to focus on him playing with her and not the painful sensations. <br>If he hadn't been holding her, Faith wasn't sure she would survive. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 14:35:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard had closed his eyes, concentrating on the movements that made her feel good. His breath calm and warm against her neck. His hands softly caressing her breasts and his fingers teasing with her clit.<br><br>He hoped she'd warm up to the feeling. For the mixture of pain and pleasure this could give. The darker side of him enjoyed this feeling of control and dominance too much to not take her there again. And Richard did not want to punish her for things that did not deserve any.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 16:42:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Faith made a point of focusing on the pleasure aspects but, it was nearly impossible to ignore the pain and after a few moments she began wondering when he would be finished. Wincing very time he moved, she wanted to be outright vocal about how much she didn't like this but held her tongue and just waited for him to finish. <br>It did feel nice to have him play with her and she appreciated that he was trying to make her feel good while he did this. <br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 20:58:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard picked up on her tensing every time he so much as moved and behind her back a slight frown of irritation crossed his expression. Very slowly he began to pull back, his hands continuing to caress her and play with her to at least give her some things to focus on. When he had nearly pulled out he moved forwards again, deep into the tight passage that tried to expel him. Settling in a slow pace that would make her torment perhaps longer but less painful.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 21:05:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling herself build towards orgasm, Faith couldn't help but moan, even if him thrusting into her ass was extremely unwanted. His hands were too skilled and she was too willing to enjoy his touch as she moaned and clenched around his fingers. <br>Spreading her legs a little wider she pressed her hands against the window and alternated between moans of pleasure and moans of discomfort, she assumed it would all sounds the same and hopefully he would hurry up and bloody finish already, she couldn't handle keeping quiet much longer, she would probably cause a scene soon and scream at him to get out of her. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 14:52:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard continued to slowly fuck her tight passage, keeping it as slow as he could manage even with his own dark side lusting to fuck her hard to make her scream from pain. He kept her as close as possible even though his shaft went almost out and then in again in the long smooth motions.<br><br>Her backdoor was tight, clenching and he knew she wasn't truly enjoying herself, but he was. His breath became more heavy and he kissed her neck as his fingers began to caress her more roughly, grasping her clit lightly and pressing her breasts in an almost claiming manner.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 15:03:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The slow pace was making things horribly drawn out, a highly uncomfortable whine escaped her and she contemplated making a run for it, of course the punishment wouldn't be worth it but, this was horrible on its own. <br><br>A few very unhappy noises escaped her and she pulled away from him slightly, only to be pulled back towards him as he groped her in his dominant manner. <br>A small shuddering moan escaped her as she felt him apply more pressure to her clit, she wanted to relax and get close but that was physically impossibly until he finished. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 15:15:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard didn't care anymore whether she liked it and enjoyed herself or not, his dark side taking over and he began to thrust into her with a much higher pace. His fingers on her clit dipped into her sex roughly, rubbing the palm of his hand over the sensitive nub.<br><br>His other hand squeezed her breasts roughly, fingers digging in the soft flesh and he kissed her neck roughly enough to leave a mark.<br><br>With a deep hiss air escaped his lungs as he rammed himself deep within her, the hiss slowly ending in an almost animal growl as he came filling her bowels with his cum, it dripping out of her as he thrust once more into her, and then he pulled out of her, letting her go from his grip uncaring.<br><br>"I'm done." he announced as cold as ice and walked away from her, still breathing heavy and opened another door from the living room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 15:25:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he sped up, Faith started whining, crying, begging him to stop. His fast and hard pace felt like it was tearing her apart. <br>She sobbed loudly, caught by the odd buck and moan of her own as his rough handling of her sex caused pleasure. <br><br>When he finished and left her go, Faith crumpled to the floor in a pathetic heap and began crying harder, the pain she felt was unmatched by anything. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 15:34:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard went to his own bedroom and through into his bathroom and he took a shower.<br><br><em>"Stupid woman."</em> he thought annoyed, <em>"I told her to relax."</em><br><br>As the water ran down his back so did his frustrations with her and he smiled a little. She had protested but she let him do it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 16:22:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It took a while but soon enough, Faith pulled herself up and crawled to her bedroom, still crying but much quieter. <br>She slid under the bed and pulled a blanket with her, wrapping her naked form up and staring ahead with a relatively dead expression. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 17:49:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He finished his shower and as he dried himself he walked into the living room, noting that she was gone. Picking up his clothes he walked back into his bathroom and tossed them in the laundry bin.<br><br>A quick press on the intercom next to the door and his voice carried over to her room.<br><br>"Miss Vinyard. Take a shower." he ordered her clearly, his voice slightly crackling, "Put on the black corset set and the dress and shoes we picked with that. There's make-up in the bathroom, put some on. We leave in fifteen minutes."<br><br>Richard walked to his closet and began to dress himself for dinner. He had a reservation, he always had, and he wanted to parade Faith around a little bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 19:39:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing his voice caused her to sieze up slightly before taking a few moments. She had calmed down by now and after a few minutes pulled herself out from under the bed and made her way to the bathroom where she ran an almost excessively hot shower as she was intent on cleaning herself thoroughly. <br>Once she was finished she was quick to dry her hair and put on a face before getting dressed in the requested outfit, soon walking out of her room and standing in the living room, waiting. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 14:28:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You look marvelous, miss Vinyard." Richard said as he saw her waiting for him in the living room. He himself had put on a deep scarlet suit, with a vest of a slightly lighter red and a black shirt. His hands were moving around his own neck to put on a tie that matched the suit.<br><br>"Now, go get the 'Rabbit' we bought, make sure it's loaded with batteries and put it in." he ordered her and smiled, "Then get me the remote."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 20:53:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling when he complimented her, Faith tilted her head slightly. <br>His next request caused her face to fall as she understood what he had planned. <br>"Ok" she replied, walking back towards her room. <br>Soon putting battieries into both the sex toy and remote.<br>Exiting the bedroom and handing him the remote, Faith cast her eyes down slightly and waited to leave. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 15:19:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Put it in, Miss Vinyard." Richard said with an expecting glance to his eyes, "Then we're ready to go eat."<br><br>He waited for a bit and then smiled. "And you'll be even sexier to me, knowing that I could give you pleasure even if you didn't expect it." he said softly, "By the end of the night you'll be begging me for relief."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 15:37:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't know if she trusted him enough but, soon Faith returned to her bedroom and put the vibrator inside of herself, the extremely slim build allowed for it to rest comfortably inside of her and not slip out.<br><br>"I'm ready" She said, exiting the bedroom and walking back over towards Richard, once more standing and waiting to move when he was ready. Faith knew dinner would definitely be interesting but, she was still very sore from earlier so hiding her discomfort was a must while they were out in public.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 04:25:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she returned he smiled at her. "I don't mind you putting that in in my view." he said warmly, "Something exciting."<br><br>Richard shook his head and grinned. "Now, to see if it's really in." he said and pressed the button on the remote and looked at her quite seriously.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 04:29:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The unexpected sensation of the vibrator turning on caused Faith to moan and grab onto Richard for support as the sensations caused her intense pleasure. "Oooh" She breathed, it was a very nice feeling after all. <br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 04:34:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good." he said and smiled taking her arm, "It's in." His eyes lit up at that and a very mischievous smile curled around the corners of his lips.<br><br>"Well let's go, Miss Vinyard." he said and then added something he thought, "This will be so much fun."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 04:42:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was nervous but, at least it felt nice instead of torturous, of course it was going to feel torturous later that night when he decided to bother her with it in public.<br><br>She was just silent and followed like she was supposed to. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 15:38:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard escorted her as a true gentleman by the arm towards the elevator and he smiled at her. "You look ravishing, Miss Vinyard." he complimented her, his blue eyes looking at her without a joke in it, "I'm certain that we'll enjoy our evening quite a bit."<br><br>As they rode the elevator down he was looking at her with a studious glance and after some silence spoke up. "I don't even know what you like to eat. How can I order for us if I don't ?" he said with a smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 16:05:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A small smile came to her, she was still rather traumatized from the earlier events so, she had minimal to say. "I'm sure I'll be happy with what ever you choose for me" She said, looking up at him shyly before returning her attention straight ahead. <br><br>Faith was still trying to wrap her head around the sudden switch he'd made, then how fast he'd gone back as if nothing had happened. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 18:06:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard smiled warmly at her and he nodded.<br><br>When the elevator finally stopped he pressed his hand gently against her arm and walked out with her, not towards the Volvo but to a brand new model BMW, and he opened the door for her.<br><br>"Can't show up at a place like that in the Volvo." he said with a soft chuckle, "It's a classy place, so you better be at your best behavior."<br><br><em>"And I'll make sure that it will be very difficult."</em> he thought as he smiled at her warmly, closed the door and walked to the driver's seat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 19:15:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Faith was quite astonished by the new car, despite being meek and not very social, she did read and had developed a small admiration for the BMW. <br>She was quiet though as she got in and settled herself, pulling the seatbelt over her and smoothing the dark material of her silky dress. <br>It was a nice piece, black, clinging to her curves, made her feel rather sexy, especially when paired with the strappy heels he'd bought her. <br><br>"Of course" Faith replied, relaxing slightly as she pushed a strand of freshly curled hair away from her face, she hadn't been this dressed up in a while, it made her wonder where exactly he planned on taking her. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary ( Faiith &amp; Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 12:35:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard started the engine and drove away quickly, letting the engine roar nicely as he did, driving through the city stopping in front of a very luxurious looking restaurant. Valets moved to open the door and Richard handed the keys to one and they drove away the car.<br><br>There were lots of familiar faces here, but very few she actually knew in person. Richard took her arm and walked her inside over the soft red carpet. They were shown to a very nice table by a very polite person and soon two menus were placed on their table.<br><br>Richard took his and opened it, studying the overpriced food with interest and then he smiled at her.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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