Suddenly I saw that mean look on Miss Pamelas face again. "Look idiot, you dont have a choice. Crawl your ass to the bathroom, get some toilet paper and come back within seconds. If you dont get back, well be repeating this exercise in front of five of Alisons best friends. Onnnne...two...three.; I scampered to the bathroom, half in dread, half more excited than Id ever been in my life. I yanked off as much toilet paper as I could and scampered back in front of the women just before Miss Pamela reached .

"Yes Mrs. Lee," I responded, gulping again. "Thats good. Now youre learning," she said. "Step out of your pants and spread your legs for me." As I complied, she reached into her handbag. She pulled out what appeared to be a pair of tongs, except they were flat and plastic. "Do you know what this is?" she asked. "No Mrs. Lee." "This is a battery-operated hair-straightener. We women use them to keep our hair nice and neat. But today Im going to use it for something different.

"You see how easy it is for me to CONTROL you?" And with that, the tip of her pointer finger lightly grazed my shaft through my pants. "Yes, Miss Pamela." "Good, then drive me to the mall," she ordered, taking her hand away. Of course, I did as I was told. By the time we got there, my balls were killing me. I dont know if she realized this or not, but I was in pain. I could barely stand up straight. I think Miss Pamela might have known I was in pain. She stopped in a few places, while I waited for her to do whatever she needed to do. Then just before closing we entered a ladies shoe store.

I did as I was told and the two of them burst out laughing. Im not exactly well endowed. Maybe I lied about the five inches. Its more like four and a half inches when hard, which I certainly was in the presence of two well-dressed perfumed young ladies the picture of dignity and grace. I was mortified, yet extremely aroused. "Well, no wonder hes such a submissive tool," said Pamela.

Recently, I was in the mid west on a business trip. I stayed at a hotel chain that I thought was reliable but the first night turned out to be a complete disaster. My room was like a sauna and there was no way to turn the heat down. To complicate matters, my room faced the inside of the building where the swimming pool was. Opening the door only caused the place to smell like chlorine.

It all started that Monday morning when I first laid eyes on her. She was leaning over a bookcase reviewing a file. She leaned forward in such a way that her buttocks was thrust out away from the bookcase with her nicely proportioned legs making a perfect line from her ass to the floor. I had a side view of all this. She wore a sleeveless silk pink top. Her dark tight pinstriped pants were almost, but not quite inappropriate. They framed a beautiful slim waistline.

Over the next month, I saw Miss Pamela frequently. After all, she sat in the cube across from me. I hoped that she would speak to me at some point, but I made sure to observe her wishes and not speak with her. I went about my business as best I could. At home, I masturbated three times a day to her, replaying the moment when she soaked my hard cock with her morning coffee.