small screen in front of them and back again, trying to detect something more than professional appreciation in her voice, but failed. Determined to sound equally detached from the vision before him, he replied, ‘She seems perfectly proportioned to me, why the fitness routine?’
‘Miss Sanders has been encouraged in the belief that we are getting rid of her puppy fat, but really the routine is to instil in her a greater sense of discipline, obedience and stamina, all vital components in this job.’
Sam tried not to show his reaction as he witnessed, via the computer screen, the young girl being turned around and told to touch her toes. ‘Her breasts and backside are rather bruised. Does that mean she isn’t always as well behaved as this?’
‘For a new girl she is doing well. But if you tell anyone I said that, there’ll be trouble.’ Laura got up from where she’d been sat, and stood behind her guest. His gorgeous torso was bare, and Laura couldn’t resist running her hands over the toned flesh. He was still wearing his black combats, and Laura could see how hard his cock was beneath them.
On the screen before them, Jess’s position had been altered again. sitting on the floor, her hands on her head, a look of total helplessness was etched on her face. ‘Miss Sarah will sit down over the girl’s legs now – yes, I thought so.’ Laura spoke with the confidence of a boss satisfied with her workforce, ‘This next exercise provides Miss Sanders with an incentive to keep going, however tired her body is.’
Sam watched, open mouthed, as Jess forced her tired frame up for the first sit up, close enough to Miss Sarah to be rewarded by a waiting tongue that lapped at the very tip of one breast. He didn’t dare comment, and for the first time since he’d been escorted from the taxi directly to Laura Peters’ private quarters, he felt his resolve to remain in mental control begin to slip.
He’d also been determined to stay in physical control, but that had been a battle Sam had lost almost immediately. Laura has been ready and waiting for him. Dressed in an exquisitely low cut green dress, her hair piled into a high ponytail, her feet bare, she had greeted him formally in Lee’s presence. Once the barman had been dismissed however, the air in the room had positively prickled with static electricity. Her hands had come to his chest, and wasting no time in pulling off his shirt, she’d pushed him back onto a wooden seat. Tying his unresisting hands behind his back, Laura had explained there was something she’d like to show him. The “something” had turned out to be a film of Jess Sanders and the barman having a training session in the school room.
Sam wasn’t sure how he hadn’t come there and then at the sight of Laura on the screen, naked but for a billowing teacher’s gown, orchestrating some very interesting S&M sex. Yet he was determined to prove to her, (and himself) that, despite being held captive by her yet again, he was no slave.
With the changing of the screen to show live coverage of Jess enduring a more physical workout, and the gentle pressure of Laura’s fingers, Sam wasn’t sure how much longer he could go without begging to have his cock released, sucked and fucked.
Although there was no sound coming from the webcam, Sam could tell that the new girl was panting, and he imagined groans and sighs coming from her mouth as she pushed her muscles harder just for the bliss of Miss Sarah’s tongue on her chest. Eventually though, the clerk collapsed back, and Sam found he was holding his breath, willing her to get up and keep going. The sheen of sweat that glistened on her skin looked good enough to eat, and Sam felt her combined defeat and disappointment as Miss Sarah stood up, signalling the end of that exercise.
‘Watch carefully. You’ll like this bit.’ Laura whispered in his ear, her breath tickling the sensitive skin of his neck, her right hand cupping his crotch and
Kit Tunstall, R.E. Saxton