While this was going on, Maggie pulled up a chair next to Bob's seat. She didn't touch me, she only leaned in close to witness the Bj, Bob was delivering. While Bob was enjoying his turn, Maggie told him about our trip. When she reached the point in the story where we were in the restaurant, and Maggie
slipped under the table, Bob opened his pants, and began jerking his cock. Pushing his hands away, Maggie reached in, and began stroking Bob's cock it time with the Bj he was delivering to me. In only moments, I told everyone I was about to cum. When my body stiffened, and my cock burst, I heard Bob begin to grunt, as his orgasm took hold. Falling back onto his chair, with Maggie's hand still wrapped around his cock, he released a giant sigh. Both Bob's, and my eyes lit up as Maggie raised her hand and licked off the cum that Bob had spewed all over her fingers.

PART 5

Once Maggie's fingers were clean, she leaned over, and cleaned off my cock with her tongue. Turning towards Bob, she repeated the ritual of cleaning his cock in the same fashion. “Maggie, is it any wonder why you are my favorite employee? Not only are you one of the smartest people I have ever met, and employed, but you have served this company above and beyond what I had first expected when I hired you. Frankly, I don't think this company would be where we are today without your hard work, and assistance. Bob told her.

Handing the key to my cage back to Maggie, Bob told us to take the afternoon off and enjoy yourselves. Tomorrow, we need to sit down and brainstorm our approach to the upcoming meeting with our client. As we were leaving Bob's office Maggie informed him that we were heading over to Martin Steel co. to see what we could do to speed up their deliveries. With that Maggie and I headed out to the parking lot to run over to one of the company's suppliers. The supplier in question was responsible for fabricating the steel hoops used to reinforce the wooded tubs, much like the hoops you see on whiskey kegs. There had been a shortage of steel needed to make the hoops, which in turn led to long lead times for delivery, which by extension led to delays in delivering tubs to the customers.

Hopping into the Jaguar, Maggie and I began our trip, a journey of two hundred miles that was going to take us most of the day, and into the next. While I drove, Maggie kicked off her shoes, reclined her seat as far back as it would go, and rested her feet on the dash. The upshot of this was her skirt hiking up revealing her panties to my eyes. Her panties were lace, in a pattern that for all the world resembled a spiders web, very Addams Family looking.

“Maggie, are you trying to cause me to have one of two accidents?” I asked. “One of two, I'm not sure I follow you. I can see having an accident with the car, what would be the other type of accident?” She asked. “Maggie, the other accident would happen in my pants!” I told her. At this Maggie almost spit out the coke she was drinking as her laughter filled the car. “Oh shit, Dave, that was funny. So what you're telling me is that seeing my panties is causing a distraction.” Was her response. “Yes, that's exactly what I meant, all I could think about is how beautiful you look sitting there with your legs up, and your panties in my sight.” I said.

Lifting her butt off the seat, Maggie reached down, and slid her panties up her legs, and off. “There, is that better, now my panties aren't a distraction anymore.” Maggie said. I don't know why I should have been surprised by her antics, after wasn't this the same girl who crawled under the table in a restaurant to give me a Bj, but surprised I was.
Maybe not as surprised as the semi driver that was alongside our car at the moment. This was brought to our attention by the trucker who gave a blast of his air horn signifying his approval of Maggie's antics.

After our initial shock, Maggie decided to give the trucker a show. With her legs on the dash, Maggie grabbed my hand, and placed it between her legs. As the trucker rode alongside our car, I began to diddle her pussy. Soon enough Maggie was sinking downward as I began taking her towards her climax. The second I sensed her impending orgasm, I removed my hand from her pussy, causing her to groan in frustration. Her response was t reach over, and undo my belt, unzip my pants, and pull out my cock. Once again there was a blast from the truckers horn, as he once again signified his approval. Leaning over, Maggie took my cock in hand and began delivering a wonderfully wet and sloppy Bj.

Ever the tease, Maggie stopped short of my completion, denying me my climax. That's OK, we were about to bid our trucker friend goodbye as I changed lanes to hop on the exit ramp that would take us onto a spur that led us to the interstate toll road. As we took our leave, Maggie waved at the trucker as we left this road for the exit ramp. While we pulled away, the trucker leaned on his air horn letting us know how much he appreciated the sight Maggie gifted him.

For the next twenty minutes Maggie continued to play with herself, while every once in a while reaching over to tweak, and keep my cock in high gear. Thank god there was an I-Pass on my windshield, otherwise the toll collector would have gotten an eyeful, as Maggie continued to play with herself. For the duration of our drive Maggie showed off for three more truckers, each of whom showed their approval by vote of air horn blasts. Personally, I'm surprised we didn't leave a line of wrecked trucks in our wake.

Finally we pulled into the parking lot of Martin Steel co. Once inside we checked in with the receptionist confirming our appointment with the CEO. Ushered to a pair of seats we waited for our meeting. While I sat, I looked through Maggie's notes covering our proposal, and personal notes about the CEO's peculiarities. “Maggie, I'm trying to figure out these little side notes you have marked in the margins. What does “GBI, and ``BD'' mean? I asked. “Dave, these are little codes I use to keep tabs on what our clients' personal liking's are. The “GBI” stands for Bi sexual, tending towards gay, while the “BD” is for bondage. Stanley the CEO loves BDSM, and loves to play both sides of the field.

In the midst of our discussion, Stan entered the lobby, and made a beeline towards Maggie. Holding out his hand, Stan took Maggie's and lifted her off her chair. followed by wrapping her in a bear hug. Once released from his greeting Stan reached out towards me with a repeat performance in his greeting. “Maggie, it's good to see you again, I have been expecting a visit from you or Bob. I hope you are planning on introducing this young man.” Stan told her. “Well Stan, I had intended to do just that, as soon as I catch my breath, and recover from the bear hug you always use to greet people. Anyways, Stan, I would like to introduce you to Dave. Dave is Bob's new personal assistant. For the foreseeable future Dave, and I will be paired up in all aspects of the business.

Dave and I have come to you in hopes of helping find a solution to the backlog of orders we have pending. Following that, we plan on taking you out to lunch, and stuffing you so full of food, and wine that you won't be able to think straight. Maggie told Stan with a laugh. “Well, I think we can arrange for you to attempt to bribe me with food, and drink. Although that wouldn't be necessary, your company alone is a welcome relief from the workday doldrums.” Stan said.

As we walked through the hallway, Stan kept up a running conversation with Maggie over the shortage of material for the hoops in question. “Maggie, Dave, I want to show you guys the new line of items we are offering. Granted this is a niche series we are venturing into. It was brought to my attention by one of my employees who is, shall we say in an alternative lifestyle.
That being said, we have begun a limited trial to see if we can offer a quality item at a reasonable price point.” Stan told us.

Ushering us into his office, Stan thumbed a switch on his desk phone, and told his assistant that he was not to be disturbed for the next hour. When we were ensconced in his office, for the next fifteen or so minutes we were shooting the breeze, chatting about supply problems. When we reached a lull in the conversation, Stan produced a key from his pocket, and walked over to a locked closet. With a twist of the key the door swung open. Inside Maggie, and I were staring mouth open and speechless. Inside, was an assortment of steel, and iron BDSM items. Half a dozen variations of collars, some ornamental, others that might pass for fashion accessories. Spreader bars, a dozen types of hand, foot, and leg cuffs. Along with every conceivable type of nipple clamps.

“Holy shit, I didn't know you had expanded into lifestyle items. Stan, you should have told me sooner, I have a few clients who will go ga-ga over these. The craftsmanship, and quality of these are amazing. I think I will buy one of everything.” Maggie said.

“Maggie, I think the one that looks like a plain choker is for everyday use. It's designed to look inconspicuous, something you could wear everyday. Here let's see how it fits.” I told her. Picking up the collar, I opened the hinge, and slipped it around her neck. As the ends met, I flipped the little latch closed. Moving her over to the mirror, I asked what she thought. “It's beautiful, simple yet elegant. I could wear this all day, and nobody but me would know what it symbolized.” She said.

Reaching further into the closet, I removed an iron chastity belt. “This look interesting, I said, fingering the belt. “Maggie, put your hands behind your back please.” I ordered. With a look of incredulity, Maggie began to protest. In order to keep her from acting up, I placed a ball gag that was hanging on a hook, and placed it around her head. Once in place, a change occurred in Maggie's demeanor. She became very quiet, and submissive.

Reaching forward, I grabbed the bottom of her polo shirt, and lifted it over her head. Discovering that she was wearing a front clasp bra, I undid the hooks allowing it to fall free from her chest. If it wasn't for her big eraser sized nipples, her tiny “A” cup breasts wouldn't need a bra. Affixing the cuffs to her arms, behind her back, I stepped back to look her over. “Stan, has Maggie ever been this submissive in the past?” I inquired. “Actually, no Maggie has always been the aggressor in the past, this is new.” Stan told me.

Reaching for the top of her skirt, I undid the button, and let the skirt fall to the floor. Since she had removed her panties while teasing the truckers, and never bothered to put them back on, we were now gifted with the view of Maggie's smooth slit.

In the closet, I chose a spreader bar that was fully adjustable. Kneeling, I slipped the iron band around her left ankle, followed by the right. When those were secure, I adjusted the bar to its maximum width. Once adjusted, Maggie had a devil of a time standing upright. The way the spreader bar was set, made it difficult to maintain one's balance.

“Umpf, itss iss berry haard u stanndd.” Maggie mumbled, her voice muffled, and hard to understand, thanks to the ball gag. Stan looked on with an approving eye. “I think Maggie is actually enjoying this, there is a twinkle in her eye that I had seen once before at a gathering where Maggie was the dinner platter. She was naked atop a table, her body covered with hundreds of pieces of Sushi. Care to guess where they placed the bowl of Soy sauce? Between her legs at the crux of her pussy. Every time someone went to dip their Sushi, they had to reach between her legs. This of course caused them to rub against her clit for each dip of the Sushi.” Stan told me.

Stepping away from Maggie, Stan returned to the secret closet, and removed a few more items. “Dave, please stand perfectly still.” Stan told me. Standing there, Stan came up behind me as he whispered in my ear to close my eyes. Standing there, I felt Stan's step up behind me, as his hands ran upon my chest. Reaching the bottom of my shirt, Stan lifted it up and off. My belt was next, as Stan undid the clasp, he ran his fingers over the fabric covering the front of my ever growing bulge.

As my slacks hit the floor, Stan reached into my tightie-whities, his fingers encircled my balls, and tugged downward. This caused me to begin to sink to my knees, as the pulling of my balls sent wave after wave of joyful pain through my body. Removing his hand, Stan took the elastic band of my underwear, and dropped them to join my pants around my ankles. Lifting my leg's one after the other, Stan took my clothes, and hung them folded over the top of a chair.

From the closet Stan chose another spreader bar, which he affixed to my ankles, followed by opening the bar to it's maximum. Next on his agenda was binding my arms with a long leather strap that he wound from the shoulder to my wrist, effectively preventing any movement of my arms. Returning to Maggie, Stan ran his fingers between the cheeks of her bottom, causing Maggie to groan with utter delight.

Once again returning to the closet, Stan removed a pair of plugs, and a bottle of lube. Pressing on Maggie's back, Stan pressed the bottle of lube into her bottom. Once satisfied, he took the plug and began working it into Maggie's bottom. Twist, and push, push, and twist, again, and again. When he finally had it seated to his approval, Stan took a rubber hose with an air bulb on one end, once attached to the plug, Stan began pumping the bulb, this caused the plug to swell inside Maggie's bottom. If she was groaning before, she was going out of her mind at this point. “It'ssss, tw fulll, I felll soo fullll, it'sss gibing mee crmps in mi tummmi.” Maggie was attempting to say, although the gag in her mouth still prevented her from speaking clearly.

Leaving Maggie bent over the desk, Stan turned his attention towards me. Walking me over to the same desk, Stan pressed me forward, until my face was inches away from Maggie's face. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips against Maggie's. Seconds later, Stan began pressing the second plug into my bottom. Twist, and push, twist, and push, repeating the same treatment he subjected Maggie to, my bottom was finally impaled. When Stan began pumping up the diameter of the plug in my bottom, I went crazy with lust. The pressure was incredible, it felt like I was trying to pass a watermelon through my little ring.

“Well now, I have the two of you in rather compromising positions. I think we can begin our negotiations now.” Stan told us. Once again, returning to the closet Stan brought out a flogger, and a frat paddle. Standing behind me, I heard the whistle of displaced air as the paddle impacted my bottom. Shit that stung, was my first thought. Hit after hit landed upon my bottom. Every once in a while, Stan would stop and twist, and pull the plug in my bottom, ramping up the excitement. After twenty five hits, Stan stepped over to Maggie, only to repeat the series of hits he just delivered to my bottom.

Returning to me, Stan took up the flogger, and swung at my bottom. This flogger had at least twenty long leather strips at the business. Each swing delivered twenty bee sting to my bottom. After the twenty, Stan moved over towards Maggie. What followed was a repeat of my whipping. Maggie was a real trooper, she held out without so much as an Umph, as the flogger landed upon her bottom.

When the last hit descended upon her bottom, Stan lifted Maggie from her prone position, and pressed her to her knees. Lifting me by my shoulders, Stan maneuvered me in front of Maggie. “Maggie, I want you to service your boy's cock. I need to hear him begging for permission to cum.” Stan ordered. Seconds after Maggie clamped her lips upon my cock, Stan began to grease up my bottom. Standing behind me Stan began pulling on the plug in my bottom. Once removed Stan lined up his cock with the little ring in my bottom.

Pressing forward, Stan drove his cock into my bottom. For the first second or two the pain shot through my body, and into my brain. After that the only sensations were those of pure lust. I didn't think that anything would make this feel better, I was wrong. Seconds after Stan impaled my bottom, Maggie latched her lips around the crown of my cock. Never descending to the bottom of my cock, Maggie just sucked on the tip. “Oh shit, Stan, I'm going to cum.” I informed them. At those utterances, Stan pushed Maggie away from my cock. To which Maggie released a loud groan of disappointment.

“OK you two, catch your breath, and relax for a moment, I have an errand to take care of. Walking to one side of his desk, Stan thumbed a button on his phone, nothing was said, just the push of a button. Twenty seconds later, a tall elegant woman entered the room. My first guess was that she was in her thirties, but she was in perfect shape. Her hair was platinum and pulled up into a bun.
Her dress could best be described as Victorian, ruffled collar, thin waist, and an air that just spoke of a natural superiority.

As she entered the room, she paused at the doorway, as if to take in the scene. Without a word of acknowledgment, she walked up to Stan, grasped him by the neck, and delivered a kiss I could feel from here. “Stan, what have you been up to here? You keep me waiting for our appointment, only to have me enter this den of iniquity. I enter only to find these two beautiful young people naked, and bound.” She told him.

As she finished speaking she walked over to my spot, and stroked my face, while looking lovingly into my eyes. Reaching between my legs, she began to lightly stroke my cock. Stepping around me, she walked over to Maggie. Once behind her, she stroked Maggie's back with one hand while the other reached between Maggie's legs, and began to tease her pussy.

Pulling Maggie up from her prone position across the desk, she turned her around, and lifted her up on the desk, while pushing her to lay across the desk on her back. Lifting the spreader bar up, and over her head, to rest across her back. Once done, she leaned forward, and swiped her tongue across Maggie's clit. This had the effect of having Maggie raise her butt off the desk, while trying her best to draw the woman's face deeper into her pussy. This however proved impossible, due to Maggie's arms being encased in bondage behind her back. The best Maggie was able to accomplish was to hike her butt forward, while attempting to clamp her thighs across the woman's head.