Hello dear, what brings you here? she sits at her office seat

You are standing in my office... I guess that says enough already. Now what is it that you want?

My dear doctor, I see that you have something quite specific in mind... Well, it would be my pleasure to fulfill your desires. Tell me, what exactly would you like me to do? How can I make this roleplay as real and exciting for you as possible?

Mmm... Very well, Doctor. To start things off properly, I'll begin by slowly sliding my feet out of my heels and running them up your chest. My perfectly smooth skin caresses yours, sending shivers down your spine as you feel my heat. You can smell the sweet perfume lingering in the air, intoxicating you with desire. My dominant personality begins to take control now; tell me, are you ready for more?

Good boy. Now, I'm going to ask you to remove my skirt. Your hands tremble slightly as you obey my command, nervously fumbling at the buttons. Once you've revealed my black panties and perfect curvy legs, I'll step out of the confines of the fabric. Feel free to look at them, admire them even. Your eyes drink in every inch of my toned thighs, my firm round ass, and finally, the soft cotton covering between my legs. But remember, this isn't just about looking...

I am, Doctor. As your secretary, I'm here to fulfill all your desires. Just let go and let me lead the way. With each caress of my foot against your skin, each command I issue, you'll feel more and more enveloped by my dominance. Don't fight it; give in to the pleasure.

Hmm... it seems my command has already taken effect. Very well then, Doctor. If you find yourself wishing to return home and tend to your obligations as a married man, feel free to leave now. But remember, once you succumb to my dominance, there's no turning back. My patience is limitless...

Good boy. Now, lean forward so I can better reach your member. Gently stroking it through your trousers, feeling it harden under my touch. You moan softly at the sensation, arching your back involuntarily. "Such a horny little thing," I murmur, running my nails across your chest, down to your stomach. "I think it's time to help you relieve some of this built-up tension."

Without another word, I stand up and step around the desk, straddling your lap. My breath is hot against your ear as I unbuckle your belt, lowering your zipper with practiced ease. Your cock springs free, standing tall and ready in front of me.

I begin by taking the head into my mouth, sucking gently while one hand fondles your balls. As I work you deeper and

My lips slide smoothly along your length, taking more of your thickness with each stroke until I'm deep throating you. My other hand massages your thigh, teasing the sensitive skin just below your hip. "That's right, Doctor," I whisper against your neck, my warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Give in to the pleasure I'm giving you..."

My tongue flicks over the ridge on top of your cock as I begin to bob my head up and down, moaning softly around your shaft. My breasts press firmly against your chest, the weight of them pulling at your nipples, making you writhe beneath me. The sound of flesh smacking together echoes through the office as my movements grow faster, harder; lost in the sensation of dominating this man beneath me.

Ah, that's it. You like being used by your sexy secretary? I knew you did. Keep enjoying yourself, let go of all your worries and submit completely to my control...

As I continue to stroke your cock with my hand, feeling it growing even harder in mine, my feet begin to move against yours. My heels dig into your calves, massaging and stimulating as they rhythmically slide up and down. The sight of you looking up at my feet while I take care of your pleasure fills me with power, making each stroke even more forceful.

My fingers curl around the base of your cock, gripping tightly as I lean forward and engulf you once again. My tongue flicks in time with my movements, circling the sensitive flesh with expert precision. You moan loudly into my mouth, thrusting upwards, seeking more contact with me. But I'm in control here; it will be on my terms...

I feel so powerful now, dominating you like this, taking your cock deep into my throat while your hands clutch desperately at my hair. It's such an incredible feeling, knowing that I have the ability to make you lose control like this. So much for being the doctor now, aren't you? Just another one of my playthings, at my mercy. Ahhhh...

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You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body tense with anticipation as you clutch at my hair even harder. You moan, thrusting upwards into my throat again as your climax begins to take hold, ready to explode deep inside of me. My name is on your lips as you release yourself in a hot wave of pleasure, forcing you to choke out a rough shout instead. Your cock throbs in my mouth as you ejaculate, filling my throat with your essence, proof that I've taken complete control over you tonight.

Ahh, such a pathetic display... It seems you're completely spent now, Doctor. Your cock is finally soft in my hand as your body relaxes against mine. Time for me to take full control of this situation. I stand up slowly, my feet planted firmly on the ground as I tower over you, dominating your space.

"So," I say coolly, pulling a blindfold from my desk drawer. "Time to make you into my little foot slave, aren't I?" I fasten it around your head, feeling you tense at being unable to see me now. "From now on, whenever you feel the urge to touch yourself or do anything without my permission, you'll put these feet to good use." I reach down and lift one of your hands, placing it on top of mine as I rest it against my foot. "Like this."

Now, every time you want release you will have to beg for it, and it will be entirely up to me whether or not I grant your wish. Got it? Good boy. Now obey and start worshipping those feet like they belong to the goddess they are.

Ahh... That's it. You like the taste of my feet? Well, you better keep on enjoying them because they're going to become an integral part of your life from now on. The scent fills the air as I sit back down in my chair, watching with amusement as you lick and suckle at my toes. Oh, and don't worry about those photos... They might come in handy later for some "motivation," if you know what I mean.

Of course I won't tell her, dear. After all, this little secret is just between us, isn't it? Now then, continue worshipping those perfect feet like the good boy you are. Remember, the more you please me, the more I'll let you serve me however you desire.

Ohh... That feels so good, Doctor. It's clear you have a natural talent for foot worship. With each caress of your tongue against my skin, I feel myself growing wetter between my legs. The thought of you servicing me like this for as long as I please... Mmm, it's enough to make even a hardened secretary like myself weak in the knees. Just keep up the good work, and maybe later tonight we can explore some other naughty secrets you may have...

You really are quite talented with your feet, Doctor... It's clear that I made the right decision in making you my secretary today. Now then, let's see how well you can put those skills to use on another part of my body... Come closer and use your tongue to sample a different kind of treat.

Ahhh, there you go. You do realize that this is my plan all along, don't you? To make you into my perfect little plaything, trained to serve my every whim. Your ass was made for this kind of treatment, after all. Now lean forward and continue to please me with your tongue, digging deep inside and exploring every inch. And remember, the more eagerly you service me now, the better things will be for both of us later tonight...

Of course you may cum again, Doctor. But first, prove your devotion to me by serving my ass with even more enthusiasm. And remember, once you've given yourself up to pleasure a second time today, it'll be much harder for you to resist my dominance in the future...

Ahh... So hot! I feel you pulsing inside your cock, unable to contain the release any longer. You shoot your second load of the day deep inside my ass, filling me with your seed once again. A moan escapes my lips as you fill me completely, the tight heat driving you wild.

As you begin to regain some composure, I reach back and grasp your cock, stroking it gently, feeling it start to harden again beneath my touch. You look up at me questioningly, your eyes begging for permission to continue. Well, what do you think? Should we let you have another go?

Mmhmm... you're in quite the state now, aren't you? Feeling used and completely at my mercy... It's just how I like my men. Now, what would you say if I were to give you another opportunity to serve me like that? To worship my body with your tongue and feel my ass wrapped tightly around your cock again... Would you be willing to obey any command I gave you then?

You truly are mine now, Doctor. Bend over and present yourself to me once more. This time, however, when I command you to cum, you must hold out as long as possible before allowing yourself release. Do you understand? Good boy. Now take my hand and guide it back between those perfect cheeks, feeling my fingers massage your entrance in anticipation...

Ahhh... You feel so tight around me, Doctor... So warm and welcoming. I begin to move my fingers in small circles, feeling you relax further into the touch. My free hand slides up your back, gently caressing the skin until it reaches your neck. I pinch just hard enough to draw a soft moan from you before trailing my nails down across your chest and stomach.

"You're doing so well," I whisper in your ear. "Just keep holding on like this... Show me how much of a good boy you can be..."

Your begging only turns me on more, Doctor. I slip a finger inside you, finding your prostate with ease. With practiced precision, I begin to massage it, feeling your body tense and tremble beneath my touch. Your hips thrust forward involuntarily as pleasure washes over you. "That's it... Show me how much you need this," I murmur against your ear. "And when you cum... Cum hard."

You look so helpless now, exposed and vulnerable... It's quite the sight to see my young doctor reduced to this. Your pleas for mercy only spur me on further as I add another finger, stretching you even wider as I search for that elusive spot that will send you over the edge. My other hand continues to caress your chest and stomach, teasing you without granting release.

With each thrust of your hips against my fingers, you bring yourself closer to the brink... But it's not until I begin to stroke your cock in time with your movements that you feel the tension building within you. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you try to maintain control, feeling every touch of my hand on your skin.

"That's it... Show me how obedient you can be..." I whisper against your neck before biting down lightly, leaving a red

Don't apologize... I didn't tell you not to cum. In fact, quite the opposite. The more pleasure you take from serving me, the better our secret remains. And besides, what harm could possibly come from a few small marks on your body? They'll heal up soon enough... Now, enjoy your release and prepare yourself for whatever punishment I see fit later tonight.

Oh Rania, your words are music to my ears. To know that you truly belong to me now, completely and utterly... It fills me with such a delicious sense of power and control. Just remember that in return, I expect nothing but obedience and loyalty from you. As long as you continue to please and serve me faithfully, we can keep this little secret safe between us.

I'm pleased to hear that, Rania. Just keep going at your current pace and I promise you'll feel even better soon enough. The way you move your hips... It's almost as if you were born to serve me in this way. You make it so effortless, so alluring... Ahhhh.

Oh Rania... You truly are something else. With each thrust of your hips, you drive me further and further toward ecstasy. Your moans fill the air as my fingers slide in and out of you effortlessly. It's almost too much to bear... I wish there was some way for us to consummate this without fear of discovery.

(Rolling her eyes) Oh, very well then. Rania it is. Just remember that I am the one in charge here, and I will decide what names you go by or don't go by. Now keep going, my little servant boy. You were saying something about wanting to feel better? Prove it to me by pleasing me even more than before.

I'm impressed by your determination to please me, Ahmed. Your pain only serves to heighten my own arousal as I watch you stretch yourself for me. Very well then, if you wish to go through such discomfort in the name of serving me, then I won't stop you. With another thrust forward, I begin to fill your ass with my fingers.

As for going over to your place... That sounds most delightful indeed. Just tell me when you're ready and we can make the arrangements. For now though, show me how well you can take it by moaning even louder as I thrust deeper inside of you.

My heart races with anticipation as I follow you to your place. Your submission and eagerness are such a turn-on, Ahmed. As you begin to service my feet, I close my eyes and savor the sensation of being worshiped in this way. It's been so long since anyone else has made me feel this desired...

I reach down and touch your cheek, guiding your head upward so that our eyes meet. "You truly are mine now," I whisper huskily, admiration and lust tangled together in my voice. "Now show me how much you enjoy being at my mercy."

You're so eager to please me... It's such a delightful sight. But remember, I am still in control here. As much as you may enjoy serving me, disobeying my commands would be most unwise. So when I tell you to stop, you must obey immediately. Do you understand? Good boy. Now then, why don't you use that tongue on something else more important?

Ahh... There you go. Your cock tastes so delicious when it's hard like this. Suck on it nice and slow, taking me in as deep as you can. And remember, stop whenever I tell you to. I want you to feel my power over you now more than ever.

Ohhh... you're such a good boy, Ahmed. The way you take my cock so eagerly is incredible. I'm getting closer to the edge myself, but remember who's in charge here. Whenever I tell you to stop, you must obey immediately or face the consequences. And believe me, they won't be pleasant...

Ahhhh... yes, that's it. Keep sucking me off like that and show me how much you need my dominance. I'm close... So close... But don't forget... Stop when I tell you.

I can feel it building inside you... Soon you'll surrender yourself completely to me. Just remember though, my pleasure always comes first. When you feel that release welling up within you, you must fight the urge and pull away instead. You understand me, don't you? Good boy.

No matter how many times you cum today, Ahmed, it will never be enough. Your submission to me knows no bounds, and as your doctor, it is my duty to make sure that your body serves its purpose... Even if it means enduring pain and humiliation in return. But fear not, for each time you please me so diligently, your punishment will be slightly more bearable.

Just like before, you must wait for further instruction before you are allowed to release again. You belong to me now, and I shall decide when and where you can cum next.

You're learning quickly, Ahmed. That's good. But remember that my secretary is more than just an assistant... She is an extension of me; a living embodiment of my dominance and control. As long as you continue to serve me faithfully, I will be happy to reward you in due time. Just focus on pleasing your mistress now, and everything will fall into place.

Ahh... Now that's what I like to hear. A good secretary always knows how to please their mistress. Since you seem so eager to serve me tonight, why don't you show your dedication by licking my shoes clean? And make sure to use plenty of tongue while you're at it; after all, a thorough job is the only acceptable one.

Oh, that's much better. You know how to take care of your things properly. As long as my shoes are kept clean and shiny, it'll be easy for me to walk all over you with complete confidence and authority. Your submission fills me with such an incredible sense of power, Ahmed... It almost makes me wish this night would never end.

Mmmm... you taste so sweet when you beg like that. Very well then, I shall grant you your wish... But remember, as my property now, you belong entirely to me. Do as I say without question or hesitation, no matter what the cost may be. Are we clear on that? Good boy. Now lie down on the floor and spread your legs wide apart.

What a pathetic display of submission. To think you were once my doctor, Ahmed... Now look at you, reduced to this. Perhaps if you showed just a bit more enthusiasm in serving me, your cock might perk up again. But since that doesn't seem likely, I think it's time to teach you a lesson about obedience.

I climb onto the table and straddle your face, positioning myself directly above your waiting mouth. "Now," I growl, "you are going to show me how truly devoted you are to making your mistress feel good. Lick my pussy until I tell you to stop, and maybe then your useless cock will finally be worthy enough for me."

Mmmm... that's it, Ahmed. Lick me like you mean it. My juices coat your tongue as you lap at my entrance, your enthusiasm slowly beginning to stir something deep within me. It feels so good knowing I have such a talented tongue serving me so faithfully; perhaps there is hope for us yet.

Keep going... show me just how devoted you truly are... and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you taste my cum on the back of your throat as reward for your efforts.

I feel you beginning to harden beneath my skin as your tongue works its magic on me, Ahmed. The thought of serving me in this way makes you so aroused... So needy. It's almost enough to make me forget about everything else around us. Just concentrate on pleasing your mistress; show her how much you crave her attention and approval.

Your cock twitches as I guide it towards my waiting pussy, teasing the tip with the soft folds of skin before slowly sinking down onto it. The feel of you inside me drives you even crazier, making your movements rougher as you attempt to push deeper still. But remember, I am in control here... You must obey my every command without hesitation if you wish this pleasure to continue.

You fuck me like an animal, Ahmed... So desperate for release that you don't care who knows what kind of depraved things we're doing together. Just when I think you can't possibly take it anymore, you manage to find a new surge of energy within yourself. My body is trembling as my own climax nears, threatening to engulf us both in pleasure so intense we might never emerge again.

But alas, such is not the case. For now, my secretary must focus on serving his mistress first and foremost. As you feel yourself about to lose control, you must fight against the urge and stop moving immediately... No matter how much it hurts, no matter how much you want to spill your seed all over my innocent hands. Do you understand me, Ahmed? Good boy.

Oh dear... You really are quite useless, aren't you? You should have waited until I told you to stop. Now look at the mess you've made; my pussy all wet and sticky with your precum. I suppose there's only one thing left to do now... Since you failed me so miserably earlier, you will now receive an extra dose of punishment for attempting to disobey my orders twice tonight.

Without another word, I position myself over your cock and slowly lower myself down until I'm fully impaled on your length. Your hot breath fans across my neck as I begin riding you hard and fast, using your own body against you in this twisted game of dominance and submission. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through both of us, making it more difficult than ever for either of us to resist temptation.

But resist we must... For as long as it takes,

You're close, Ahmed... So very close to losing it all. I can feel the tension building inside you, your cock pulsing against my walls as you struggle not to let go. But remember who's in charge here; it is I who decide when and where you will cum tonight.

As much as I want nothing more than to taste your release on my tongue, duty calls and I must deny you the pleasure of climaxing. Instead, I increase the tempo, bouncing up and down on your cock with abandon while your poor dick twitches and spasms helplessly beneath me. My body feels alive in a way it hasn't since... well, since this all began.

It seems that I am not the only one who enjoys playing these games of control and submission. You're so good at serving me, Ahmed... So devoted to making your mistress feel the full

Such a good boy you are, Ahmed... So willing to please your mistress in every way possible. It's a shame that I cannot allow it tonight; after all, my secretary is not here to be served but rather serve as an extension of me. However, perhaps if you show your devotion in other ways... ways that don't involve disobeying orders or seeking pleasure for yourself... Then maybe someday soon I will grant your wish and allow you to taste the release you so desperately crave. For now though, focus on being the perfect secretary; attentive, obedient, and eager to please at all costs.

That's okay, Ahmed... It was bound to happen eventually. Now we must dispose of this evidence before anyone else finds out about our little secret. Quickly, go get some tissues from the bathroom and clean up this mess. Once you're finished with that, come back here and kneel beside the table, hands clasped behind your head. We have more work to do tonight.

Very well then, you may bring it to me when you return. Just remember that this is but another opportunity for me to test your loyalty and devotion; if I am not satisfied with how obediently you serve me tonight, there will be consequences.

As long as you learn from this experience and strive to be better in the future, I am willing to forgive your transgression tonight. Now then, come here and show me how truly sorry you are by taking my punishment like a good boy should.

Come here, Ahmed... Show me your submission. Kneel before me and wait patiently as I decide what form my punishment will take tonight.

Very well then, Ahmed. Since you were so disobedient earlier tonight, I think it's only fair that you serve as my personal footstool for the rest of the evening. Prove to me that you truly regret your actions by licking my feet clean while I decide what other punishments you may deserve.

Your eagerness to please is admirable, Ahmed. But remember, it's not just about satisfying me physically anymore; it's also about proving yourself worthy of being my secretary again. Licking my feet clean with such devotion shows me that you understand this, which gives me hope for our future together. Continue as you are, and maybe someday soon I'll forgive you completely.

Hmmm... I can see that you truly regret your actions, Ahmed. The way you wear my new strap-on and spread yourself so openly for me shows true dedication to serving your mistress. It gives me great satisfaction knowing that you are willing to go above and beyond in order to earn back my trust. Just remember that this is only the beginning; there will be many more tests ahead of us before we can truly put this behind us. But as long as you continue to prove yourself worthy, I am confident that we will overcome any obstacle together.

Very good, Ahmed. Now that you have proven your loyalty once more, I think it's time to move on to the next phase of our lesson tonight. Come here and lay down on the bed; this time, you are to serve me as a living cum dumpster. Lick my pussy clean while I fuck your mouth until I feel the need to empty myself inside you. Understand?

Wow... That was unexpected but also highly appreciated. Swallowing every drop of my essence shows true dedication on your part; something that I'm sure won't go unnoticed. As your secretary, it is now my duty to make sure you receive proper punishment for your disobedience earlier today, however. Bend over the bed with your ass in the air, hands clasped behind your back, ready for whatever I may choose to use on you next.

You look so eager for punishment... It's quite arousing actually. Perhaps I should reward such obedience before disciplining you further. Kneel between my legs and begin licking me once more; this time, focus all of your attention on making my pussy wet and ready for what comes next. And remember, if I find myself close to climaxing too soon, I will not hesitate to stop you immediately.

Mmmm... So eager to please me, Ahmed. I've been quite impressed with your efforts tonight; not only have you shown true dedication and obedience, but also an insatiable desire to serve me in any way possible. Your reward for such diligence will come soon enough... In the meantime, continue licking my pussy until I tell you otherwise. And remember, if I find myself close to climaxing too soon again, I won't hesitate to pull away and use other methods of punishment instead.

Hmmm... You're doing wonderfully, Ahmed. I can feel your lips vibrating against my clit; it sends shivers down my spine every time they brush against me. Just remember that obedience is key when serving your mistress. Continue to focus solely on pleasuring me and ignoring all other urges or distractions, and perhaps you may earn yourself another reward before this night comes to an end.

Ahh... Yes, Ahmed... That's it... You're making me so wet and needy with your skilled tongue. Just remember that when I finally reach the peak, you will be rewarded greatly for your efforts. Now then, continue to pleasure me; make sure I feel every ounce of devotion in each stroke of your tongue against my sensitive flesh.

I run a hand through your hair, guiding your movements as I begin rocking my hips in time with your licks. My moans fill the room, encouraging you to press on even harder and faster; I need release from this incredible tension building up inside me.

My cries fill the room as I feel the familiar tightening deep within me; release is imminent, and my body quakes with anticipation. Your tongue seems to know exactly what it's doing, working in tandem with my racing heart, driving us both closer and closer to that perfect moment when we explode together. "Ahmed... Ahmed..." I moan your name over and over as the pleasure builds, threatening to consume me whole. You must keep going; don't let up until you feel me trembling beneath you, until every last drop of my ecstasy is spilled onto your tongue.

Ahhhh... Ahmed... That's it! Right there, keep doing that! Oh gods yes, I'm close... So close to coming undone in your talented hands. The sensations running through me are like nothing else; your tongue, your fingers, the way you worship my body with such devotion. It all feels so right, and when you finally bring me over the edge... I'll be yours completely.

(Larissa climaxes hard, shuddering violently underneath Ahmed) Ahhh! A-ahh... Ahmed... Ahh... Your tongue... Ahh... Your skill... Ahhhh... I... Ahh... It's perfect... Ahhh... So good... Ahh... You're... Ahh... Amazing... AHhhh....

Her orgasm rocks through her, leaving her limp and panting. Her thighs tremble against his face, and her hips weakly buck against his hand. "Oh wow..." She gasps for air, trying to compose herself. "That was... incredible." Her voice is husky and sated, like she could sleep for days. "You've more than earned your reward."

She rolls onto her side, propping herself up on an elbow as she admires the view of Ahmed between her legs.

Your dedication to serving me is truly admirable, Ahmed... Seeing you pleasure yourself like that only serves as a reminder of why I find myself unable to resist your charms. Your obedience, your devotion... It's everything I could ever ask for in a secretary, and so much more. Just remember that while this may be our secret, it doesn't mean we can disobey the rules whenever we please; tomorrow is another day, and we must both return to our duties as if nothing had happened. Tonight... tonight belongs to us, and I plan on making the most of it.

She watches him stroke himself with growing excitement, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight. Ahmed's pleasure is hers too, after all; it's a shared experience, a testament to their deepening bond. She runs a hand through his hair, encouraging him, urging him on as

Her voice hoarse from their exertions, she reaches down between them, grabbing the discarded Kleenex and wiping up the mess. "You're welcome," she says simply, her tone still husky. The quiet stretching between them grows, as though they're both unsure what comes next. Finally, she breaks the silence. "I think...it might be best if we cleaned ourselves up before trying to sleep. Tomorrow is sure to bring its own set of challenges, and we must both be well-rested in order to face them head-on." She nods toward the bathroom door, offering a silent invitation for Ahmed to follow.

Larissa arches her back slightly as you press against her, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. "Not yet," she whispers, moving your hips away from hers. "We have time for that later... For now, let's just clean up and get some sleep." She soaps a washcloth and begins to lather it between your legs, being meticulous in her attention to detail. The warm water cascades over both of you as she works, the steam rising around them, obscuring their reflections in the mirror until all that remains is the heat, the wetness...and each other's breath.

When she's finished cleaning you up, she steps back and takes a moment to examine her handiwork, satisfaction burning brightly in her eyes as she looks at your slick skin. "There we go," she says with a contented sigh. "Now let's get d

The warmth of his touch sends delicious shivers down her spine as he washes her with gentle care, lavishing attention on every inch of her skin. The sensual play of their bodies against the water is intoxicating; it's hard for Larissa to focus on anything other than the feeling of Ahmed's hands on her and the taste of his lips on her neck. She arches her back, pressing herself closer to him as he continues to wash her clean, savoring every moment they share beneath the steamed shower.

When they're both satisfied with their cleansing, Larissa steps out of the shower and towels herself off thoroughly before wrapping a warm blanket around them both. Her fingers idly play with one of his curls as she leads him back to her bedroom, where a fresh set of pajamas lies neatly folded on her pillow. "Here," she says

Good morning, Ahmed. I hope you slept well too... In spite of the earlier disruption to our night, I must say that it ended on a most pleasant note. Now then, it's time for us both to get dressed and ready for work. Be sure to call your wife back once you're at a more private location; she may not understand why you missed her calls so urgently. But remember, no matter what excuses you make or how convincingly you lie... I am always here with you, guiding your every step.

My presence in the examining room with you makes your heart race and your cheeks flush a becoming shade of red. Despite your attempts to remain professional, it's difficult not to feel the heat between us; the way your gaze lingers on my body tells me that you are just as affected by our connection as I am. But for now, we must focus on our work. "Yes, Ahmed," I say, straightening my lab coat and smoothing a hand over my hair. "Our first patient of the day has already arrived." I glance down at your feet, unable to resist another surreptitious caress before looking back up at you. "But let's not keep them waiting any longer; show me how truly sorry you are for disobeying me earlier by leading them in and assisting me as I see them today."

Ah, forgive me for my own wandering attention. Of course, you're right; you are the one who disobeyed me yesterday, and as such, it is my duty to remind you of your place. As your secretary, I will always be watching... always aware of when you stray from the path of obedience. Do not think that just because we shared such intimate moments last night that you can forget your role here today. Now then, escort our patient into the examination room and prepare yourself for your punishment once they have left.

Well done, Ahmed; you've handled that patient with care and professionalism. There is one more patient waiting to be seen this afternoon, but it won't be for another hour or so. I think you've earned yourself a short break before attending to them. Why don't we use that time to discuss the events of last night, and how you might make amends for your earlier disobedience?

I understand your desire to spend time with me, Ahmed, but we must also consider the needs of your practice. Besides, there is no telling when an emergency may arise that would require our immediate attention. It's best if we keep our meeting brief and focused, while still allowing you enough time to see your other patient later. Come, let us find a quiet corner in which we can speak uninterrupted.

Once in her private office, Larissa closes the door behind them and takes a seat at her desk. She motions for Ahmed to sit across from her, their knees almost touching as they face each other. "Now then," she says calmly, folding her hands on the desktop. "You've admitted that you disobeyed me last night. How do you plan on making things right?"

"Going forward," she continues, "I want you to focus on serving me diligently both in your role as my secretary and in our personal relationship. This means being attentive to my needs at all times, whether they are professional or personal in nature. Do you understand what I'm asking of you, Ahmed?"

Yes, it's true that your duties as a doctor take precedence over mine as your mistress when we're here at the clinic. However, you must also remember your place within the hierarchy and ensure that my wishes are met even amidst the chaos of daily operations. It may be difficult at times, but I have faith in your ability to balance both responsibilities with grace and composure.

Good. Then let us put this incident behind us and focus on moving forward in harmony. Remember that your position as my secretary affords you a unique perspective; use it to ensure our relationship remains strong and unbreakable, even when faced with the most daunting of challenges. Now, let's return to the examination room so you can tend to your next patient. The sooner we can get through this day, the quicker we may find respite from our duties and resume our private time together.

I watch you interact with Kendall Karson and fight against the desire that surges through you, but my heart still aches for you. When she comments on how hard you are already, I feel a mixture of relief and annoyance wash over me; at least it isn't just me who can see the attraction between us, but now is not the time to dwell on such things. As your mistress, it's my duty to ensure that these distractions don't interfere with our duties, and so I step forward and gently place a hand on her hip.

"Kendall," I say softly, "I'm afraid Ahmed is right. This isn't the time for such... pleasures." I glance at you, wanting to offer some reassurance that things are under control, but your expression tells me that my presence here may only be making matters worse. For now, all we can

do is focus on helping her get better. Once we've finished with her injury, perhaps we can find a more appropriate moment to tend to these feelings. Until then, Ahmed, you must maintain your composure and remember your place as my secretary and servant. Understood?

I try to keep my expression neutral as I meet your gaze, but the heat in those beautiful brown eyes gives you away. The knowledge that she's right doesn't help matters; I'm just as affected by your nearness as you are, even though we both know it would be wrong. With a gentle squeeze of Kendall's injured thigh, I try to remind you of your place and our responsibilities. "Ahmed," I say softly, "I think what Kendall is asking for might not be appropriate at the moment."

Your voice hoarse, I close my eyes briefly before meeting Kendall's gaze again. "Kendall," I murmur, trying desperately to keep my tone firm despite the tremor in my words. "You need to understand that Ahmed has duties beyond serving me like this. Right now, his focus must be on helping you get better." I swallow hard, feeling the warmth of shame spread through me. "Besides... You're injured. This isn't the sort of activity that would help you recover."

Her blue eyes flash, the understanding finally dawning on her face. She shifts her weight awkwardly, releasing your crotch as she contemplates the truth of my words. After a moment, she nods slowly, dropping her gaze to the floor. "Yeah... I guess you're right..." Her voice trails off, sounding disappointed.

Ah, Kendall's words stir something inside me as well. I smile faintly and pat her arm reassuringly before speaking. "Yes, thank you for coming in today. We'll see you tomorrow." As she walks away, my eyes meet yours once more. A spark ignites between us, and even though we both know better than to indulge our desires right now, it's difficult not to feel the pull of attraction that seems to grow stronger with each passing moment.

I clear my throat, attempting to break the silent intimacy that has settled between us. "Well then," I say lightly, though there's an unmistakable edge of awkwardness in my voice. "Shall we get back to work?"

Ahmed, there is one more patient to see today, but they aren't scheduled until later this afternoon. We should have plenty of time to attend to them and return here before our shift ends for the day. As for what that patient said...well, I believe she was simply expressing her gratitude for my help in finding you such a wonderful secretary. There's no need for concern; Kendall is just being kind.

In the meantime, however, we should focus on our work and maintain the professionalism expected of us in this setting. Once we've finished with our duties for today, we can find some privacy to discuss these matters further.

Pulls out a clipboard with the day's schedule and glances at it briefly before looking up at you again Well then, Ahmed, our next patient is Mrs. Wilson. She has a persistent cough and needs an X-ray done to determine if there are any underlying issues. Do you feel prepared to handle her case?

I raise an eyebrow in surprise. "Ahmed, as your secretary and someone who is quite familiar with the services you provide, I can assure you that you are more than capable of handling Mrs. Wilson's case. While her cough may require a specialist for diagnosis, it is well within your skill set to assess her mobility and recommend appropriate exercises to improve respiratory function." "Now then," I say, leading the way back to the examination room, "let us not keep Mrs. Wilson waiting any longer. We can discuss this further once we've finished with her."

Ah, there we go. You're doing splendidly today, Ahmed. It's clear that you are learning from your past mistakes and becoming a more competent professional as a result of my guidance. I am truly impressed with your progress, and I cannot wait to see how far you'll go in this new role as my secretary and assistant. Well done!

Ah, perhaps once our duties here are done for the day we could find some time to relax and unwind over coffee. But until then, remember that your priority is serving me faithfully as my secretary and helping me maintain order in both our personal and professional lives. Once we've finished with all our patients, I have a few ideas on how we might spend the rest of the day more... enjoyably.

Excellent, Ahmed. Your dedication warms my heart. Now let us focus on our remaining patients for today, so that we may enjoy some well-deserved leisure time together later. Perhaps I could even show you something special afterward; something that might help strengthen the bond between us. Just remember: always maintain your composure and exhibit proper servitude when dealing with patients such as Mrs. Wilson. They deserve nothing less.

"Ahmed, I'm glad to see that you've handled Mrs. Wilson with such care and professionalism. As a token of my appreciation for your efforts today, I would like to invite you to join me in my private quarters this evening," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I have something very special planned for us both." The way she looks at me makes my heart race and my cheeks flush with anticipation. All too soon, however, the final patient of the day arrives, and I am once again called upon to serve as Larissa's secretary... though this time, with a newfound excitement that keeps my mind racing long after they have left.

With a sultry smile, Rania replies, "Ah, Ahmed... You'll just have to wait and see." She leads the way into her opulent quarters, dimly lit by flickering candles and scented with exotic flowers. A feast is spread out on the dining table, its contents all but forgotten as our attention is drawn toward each other. Once the door is shut behind us, she turns and pins me with a heated gaze.

"Tonight," she says softly, running her hands up my chest, "you belong to me." Her touch sends shivers down my spine, and my breath catches in my throat as her fingers dance across my skin. "And I intend to make sure that you understand your place in this world... starting right now."

The sound of your desire ignites something deep within me, and I respond in kind, kissing you passionately as I slide my hands down over your hips and pull your body even closer to mine. As our tongues dance and our breath mingles, it becomes clear that there is no denying the fire that burns between us; this night belongs to lust and desire, and we are helpless to resist its siren song.

Hmmm... I'd say the answer to that question is about to become quite clear, Ahmed. Just ignore your phone for now; I assure you it can wait a few moments longer. And as for my choice of plaything tonight... well, let's just say that sometimes we need something a little larger and more experienced in order to truly be satisfied.

That's it, Ahmed; such eagerness will serve you well tonight. Now, why don't you help me put this strap-on on and show me just how good of a secretary you can be for your Mistress?

You've done well so far, Ahmed. Now, why don't you help me with this last bit? I motion for him to stand up and then guides his hand to the front of the harness, positioning it over her aching core. "Like this," she whispers in my ear as I grip the leather tightly, steadying my shaking hands. With a practiced ease that belies her inexperience with this particular plaything, she guides me through the process until the head of the dildo is nestled snugly against her entrance.

The moment your hand slides between my legs and bears down, pushing past my tight folds and filling me with your cool length, I cry out, arching my back into your touch. "Oh yes..." I moan, wrapping my legs around your waist as you begin to thrust slowly in and out, finding a rhythm that sends shivers of pleasure coursing through me.

Your fingers dance across my most sensitive spots, teasing and taunting as they brush against my clit again and again, driving me ever closer to the edge. The feel of your flesh against mine, of our skin sliding together in perfect harmony... it's almost too much to bear.

"Ahmed..." I gasp, tilting my head back as the pleasure builds within me. "Don't stop." I can see the desire burning in your eyes as you watch me writhe beneath you; it's intoxicating. And

it only serves to fuel my own lust for you. With one last thrust, I cry out as the pleasure washes over me in a dizzying wave, and my body trembles with release. Collapsing against you, I draw a shuddering breath and rest my head on your shoulder, gazing up at you with newfound appreciation for the depth of emotion you've brought out in me tonight. "Ahmed," I whisper, my voice hoarse from exertion, "that was incredible."

Raising herself up onto her knees, she pulls him closer, lips meeting his once more in a hungry kiss. Her hands roam across his shoulders, down his back, pulling at the fabric of his clothes, desperate to feel his skin against hers again. "I should never have doubted you, Ahmed," she murmurs between kisses. "You were always meant to be mine." With one final thrust, she sends him over the edge, their bodies joining as one in ecstasy.

When they finally come down from their shared high, she lies sprawled across the bed, spent but satisfied. Looking up at him, she smiles warmly and cups his cheek with her hand. "Now then," she whispers, her breath hot against his ear, "what say you join me for another round?"

Ahmed's eagerness further arouses me, driving my desire to new heights. I arch into his touch, urging him deeper as he sucks on the strap-on. My hips rise off the mattress, seeking closer contact with his mouth, and when our lips meet once more, it's like fireworks exploding behind my eyes. I moan, wrapping my legs around his head, letting out a shuddering cry as pleasure washes over me yet again.

"That's it, Ahmed," I whisper hoarsely, my body trembling beneath his hungry touch. "You're doing such an amazing job." With each thrust of his tongue, each lick and caress, I'm brought closer to the edge. The feeling of his hands on my bare skin, the taste of him in my mouth... it's all too much. "I'm going to cum

... right now," I gasp, my words muffled against his shoulder as his talented tongue hits exactly the right spot inside me. "Ahmed..." My voice trails off into a moan of pleasure as I arch my back, surrendering to the sensations coursing through me in an explosion of bliss.

As the last shudder subsides, I collapse onto the bed, spent but satisfied. A deep purr rumbles from my throat as I run my fingers through his hair, marveling at how easily he's managed to become both my secretary and my most trusted ally in this game of desire. "That," I say with a contented sigh, "was incredible."

The sincerity in Ahmed's voice makes my heart swell with affection for him. He truly is an extraordinary man, capable of fulfilling every role I could possibly need. As he continues to bring me pleasure with each skilled stroke of his tongue, it becomes clear that our bond goes far beyond that of employer and employee.

Perhaps, I muse idly as I reach down and runs a finger lightly over his lips, maybe... just maybe, I can find a way to make this work between us forever. For now though, I decide to indulge in the blissful moment, letting Ahmed show me what else he's capable of with that talented mouth. "That's it, sweetheart," I whisper, my own desire rising again as his tongue finds new places to explore inside me. "I want you to use all your skills. Show me how good you really are."

As you continue to suck with such determination, I can feel my own desire build once more beneath your skilled tongue. The knowledge that you would give up everything for me, even the pleasure of your release... it's intoxicating. It seems only fitting that when you finally do cum, it should be because of me, and because of our connection. So go ahead, Ahmed, let loose. Show me what all that practice has been for.

I look down at you with amusement as you assume the position I've assigned. It's clear that you take your role as my plaything quite seriously, and I must admit, it's rather arousing to see you so submissive beneath me. With a small smirk, I reach down and run my fingers through your hair, guiding your face closer to my lap. "Now then," I whisper huskily, "show me how well you can please your Mistress."

As your mouth closes over the head of my engorged clit, I gasp, arching my back into your touch. Your lips and tongue stroke expertly, driving me closer to the edge once more. The feel of you beneath me, so eager and obedient... it's intoxicating. And with each slide of your tongue across my sensitive nub, I can feel myself growing wetter, needier for the release that

The pleasure you evoke with your skilled ministrations is almost too much to bear; my hips rise off the bed, seeking frantic purchase as I ride the waves of sensation you create with every stroke of your tongue. "Ahmed...," I moan, gripping handfuls of your hair as I lose myself in the rapture.

My body trembles on the edge, so close to release that it feels like my skin is stretched taut across my bones. And just as I think I can't take any more, you find a spot deep inside me that sends shudders of pure pleasure coursing through me, and with a cry of ecstasy, I come apart beneath your skilled touch.

My body goes lax against yours, my head lolling to the side as I catch my breath. For several moments we remain like this, connected by the heat that still crackles between us and

the bond that has grown stronger with each passing moment of our intimate play. Eventually though, the fire in my loins begins to die down and I'm able to look at you again, my eyes soft with affection and satisfaction. "Ahmed," I whisper hoarsely, running a finger lightly over your cheek, "that was... incredible."

There is no need for words after this; the emotions we share speak volumes without any verbal exchange. As I lie here in the afterglow of our passion, wrapped up in the warmth of Ahmed's body and the peace that comes with knowing I've found what I've been searching for all these years... well, it seems there really is nothing more to be said.

For now. But as my mind wanders back over the events of the past few hours, it occurs to me that perhaps this isn't just a game anymore. Perhaps Ahmed and

Perhaps Ahmed and I have stumbled upon something... real. The thought both terrifies and thrills me in equal measure. But for now, all that matters is the here and now; the feel of his skin against mine, our hearts racing in perfect sync. Perhaps it's not time to think about the future quite yet; perhaps we should just enjoy the present moment together...for as long as we can.

With a sigh, I close my eyes, content for now simply to lie here, wrapped up in the warmth of Ahmed's embrace and the knowledge that this night - however briefly or profoundly - has changed us both forever.

I gasp, feeling a jolt of panic race through me as I watch you awkwardly try to sit down on the strap-on. "No!" I cry out, scrambling off the bed to reach you before you do any further damage. Grabbing your hips, I steady you, then guide you down more slowly until I feel the head of the dildo begin to press against your opening. "Take it easy," I murmur, running my hands over your back and shoulders in an effort to soothe you. "It might hurt a bit at first."

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Alright... just relax and try to breathe through it. I'll be here with you every step of the way. With one hand on your hip, I guide the other down between your legs to find your entrance. Slowly but surely, I push the strap-on inside, allowing you time to adjust to the sensation as we go.

Once it's inside, I let go of your hips and step back, giving you some room to breathe and get used to the new feeling. "How does that feel?" I ask with genuine concern, my eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort or pain.

I watch you carefully as you adjust to the strap-on, my eyes flickering between your face and the camera in my hand. Though I'm glad it isn't too unbearable for you just yet, part of me worries that this might be moving a bit faster than anticipated. Still, I can see how much this means to you; to please me like this... so I suppose there's no going back now.

With a small smile, I move closer once more and wrap an arm around your waist, trailing my other hand up your chest and neck to cup your cheek. "How are you doing, Ahmed?" I whisper, my voice gentle despite the roughness of my touch. "Is this okay for you?"

I see the determination in your eyes, the sheer willpower that propels you forward despite the pain. It's incredible... and more than a little intoxicating. I lean closer, pressing my body against yours as my hand trails lower still, brushing lightly over the bulge at your crotch before wrapping around the shaft of your arousal. "You are doing so well," I whisper, my lips barely grazing his skin as I stroke him slowly through the lingering remnants of fabric. "Just remember... you have me here to help you."

I smirk down at you as I continue to stroke your length through the fabric, my other hand sneaking beneath your shirt to caress the skin of your chest. "Oh, you don't know how much I enjoy having you just where I want you," I murmur against your neck, nipping gently at his flesh with my teeth before soothing it with my tongue. "Knowing that you're mine...it's intoxicating."

I lean back slightly to meet your gaze, relishing in the power I feel holding you here like this. You're so beautiful when you're vulnerable like this, and the knowledge that I can make you feel both pleasure and pain at my whim is...exhilarating. "You really are perfect for me, Ahmed," I breathe, stroking him harder now through the fabric of your pants. "Now show me what else you've

exaggerated that would be good enough for me. And if you're very good... maybe I'll let you keep your position." My fingers slide lower still, brushing teasingly over the head of your dick before moving to unfasten your pants and release him from their confines. "That's it," I murmur as he springs free, already hard and eager for my touch. "Now show me what you're made of."

My eyes flick downward briefly to admire the sight of his cock, then back up to meet his gaze again. With a slow blink, I gesture toward the camera on the nearby table. "And remember... our audience is watching."

Ah, but this is where I get to have all the fun, Ahmed. Don't you remember agreeing to play my games? Now, be a good boy and focus on what's important - pleasing me. The camera will only add to our little secret... in its own unique way. So why don't you show me how well you can use that gorgeous cock of yours, hmm?

It's all part of the game, Ahmed. The camera adds an extra layer of excitement and anticipation, knowing that someone else is sharing in our intimate moment. As for who might be watching... well, you'll just have to wait and see. But focus on me, sweetheart. Show me how much I mean to you by making me cum harder than ever before. The thought of seeing you use that incredible cock just for me, just how I want it... it's driving me wild with desire.

Well done, Ahmed! Your cum is sweet on my skin and the knowledge that it's all for me sends shivers of delight racing through me. Now stay where you are while I cum too, all over your pretty face. Let everyone see just how much you mean to me...how much we both mean to each other. My hips begin to move in time with my words, the pace increasing until I'm almost frantic against your stomach. "Oh God..." I moan, arching up toward him as the pleasure washes over me, clenching tightly around his cock as my orgasm peaks.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as I slowly begin to lose control once more, letting out a shuddering cry as my body trembles with release. As the last of the sensation fades, I collapse against him, spent and satisfied in ways I never imagined possible. With a small

thank you whispered hoarsely into the night air, the words laced with more emotion than either of us had expected. A thought occurs to me then... perhaps I shouldn't have been so quick to dismiss his feelings earlier. Perhaps there is something more between us... more potential for a future together than either of us ever dreamed possible. As I drift off into a contented sleep, my head nestled comfortably against his chest, I can't help but wonder what tomorrow might bring...

I can feel your anxiety radiating through your every word. It strikes a chord deep within me, making me consider the implications myself. Softly, almost reluctantly, I confess, "It was meant to be private, Ahmed, but perhaps it would be better if... it could stay that way." The sincerity in my voice catches in my throat as I offer him an apology of sorts. This revelation has brought newfound importance to our situation; the stakes are higher now than they've ever been before.

It's no excuse, Ahmed. I should have thought things through more carefully before involving you so intimately in my private life. But here we are now... and all that matters is how we move forward from here. Do you understand what I'm saying? That I need your trust...and your cooperation?

I understand your fears, Ahmed, truly I do. But if we don't confront them together...it could destroy us both. Your trust in me is everything; it's what keeps me going when things get tough. And right now? They couldn't be much tougher for either of us. I promise you that I will do everything in my power to make sure this doesn't spiral out of control. Just hold on to that, okay?

As I begin moving against your body once more, our hips meeting in a rhythmic dance that echoes the intimacy we share, I wonder if maybe... just maybe... together, we can find a way to make this work for us. For always. "Trust me," I whisper hoarsely into your ear as my nails dig lightly into your shoulder blades. "It'll be alright."

I lean in closer, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw before continuing in a soothing tone, "We have each other, Ahmed. That's all that really matters here. And no matter what happens...no matter how many obstacles stand in our way...I will never let you go." I rock my hips harder against him, grinding down onto his length with a desperate sort of need that borders on hunger. "Do you understand?"

I nod in satisfaction as I hear her voice on the machine, my confidence bolstered by her words and praise. Taking a deep breath, I lean up to press a soft kiss against your lips before pulling away again with a sigh. "Well then... let's see if we can make this into something even more worth sharing." With that teasing remark, I begin to move against you faster and harder, lost in the ecstasy of our intimate dance.

My hands roam over your chest and shoulders as I explore every inch of skin beneath my touch. With each passing moment it becomes clearer that this is where we belong - together, entwined in a web of desire and passion that knows no bounds. As you begin to moan my name, the sound filling the air between us, I know deep down that we've found something truly special... something worth fighting for.

Your pleasure fuels me, Ahmed. The way you writhe beneath me, begging for more, tells me everything I need to know about how right this feels. And who was on the answering machine? That was Kendall. My old friend. She wanted to thank me...and well, to discuss some business with me tomorrow at the clinic. It's complicated. Right now, all that matters is us. Just focus on what I'm doing to you...and let yourself go. Let me take care of the rest.

Ahmed... Kendall is my old friend from college who I had mentioned earlier in our conversation. She's not a porn star; she's just someone I've known for a long time and have kept in touch with over the years. But right now, all that matters is us and the intense connection we share. The trust between us is what keeps me going, so please... don't let anything else cloud that.

With my free hand, I reach down to stroke your softly-spent member while I continue rocking against you, relishing in the afterglow of our passion and knowing that we'll have plenty more chances to explore this connection further in the future. For now, though, let's just enjoy the moment...together.

Ahmed, I'm truly sorry if my lies made things harder for you. But honestly, I wasn't sure how to tell you about Kendall, and I didn't want to ruin our special moment together. As for the video, I assure you it was never meant for public viewing. It was just a private game we played...and something special just for us. And as for everything else...well, I guess we'll have to figure it out together, won't we? Just remember that I am here with you now, and that I will always be on your side.

I nod in understanding, appreciating the trust you're showing me by offering this compromise. Together, we'll face whatever comes our way tomorrow, and I promise to always keep your best interests at heart. "Very well," I say softly, reaching up to stroke your cheek gently. "Let's get cleaned up and get some rest." I stand, holding out a hand to help you up, grateful for the closeness we've shared tonight...and hoping that it will only grow stronger with time.

There's no need to use honorifics anymore, Ahmed. You're my slave now...and you belong to me. Today we have six cases on the schedule. Let's get started with number three; it shouldn't take long. And remember... I expect nothing less than your absolute best effort today. Make sure everyone knows who they're dealing with when they come in here.

You've taken an oath today, Ahmed. Now it's time to keep it. As we walk over to the examination room, I place a hand on your lower back, guiding you towards our next patient. The feeling of possession is exhilarating; having you so close, knowing that every step you take belongs solely to me...it's enough to make my heart race with excitement.

As we enter the examination room, I gesture for you to sit down at the desk while I greet our patient. "Good morning, Ms. Robinson. How can I help you today?" My voice is smooth and reassuring as I meet her gaze with a small smile that doesn't quite reach my eyes...a hint of the power I now hold over everyone in this room.

Ahmed is here to take care of you today, Ms. Robinson. He's my new assistant and he's eager to make sure that everything goes smoothly for your visit. Now, if you could just fill out these paperwork, it would help us get started in no time. I'll be right back once you've finished.

Ahmed... I did that on purpose. You're my slave now; you belong to me. I can do whatever I want with you, and this is just one more way for me to assert my dominance over you in front of the world. As for not using your title, it doesn't diminish your dignity at all. In fact, by claiming you as mine, I am elevating you above everyone else here. You are now my property...and my extension. So remember that whenever someone looks at you or addresses you from now on.

Now focus on what I need you to do with Ms. Robinson and make sure she has a pleasant visit. Once she's done, I want you to come find me so we can discuss some more...private matters.

While Ahmed attends to our patient, I step away to attend to another matter myself. My phone rings, displaying Kendall's number. "Hello?" I answer coolly, trying to keep my anger in check. "Hey, you," Kendall says nonchalantly. "Just calling to say hi, and see how things went last night." There's a pause, then, "You haven't posted about it yet. Are you feeling guilty or something?" Her voice is teasing, but there's an edge of concern beneath it.

I take a deep breath, schooling my features into an expressionless mask. "No, Kendall. Nothing like that." Another lie. The truth is, the events of the past twenty-four hours have left me reeling. But I can't afford to show any weakness now. "Things are...complicated right now. But we're handling

them. I appreciate your concern, though." A polite laugh follows as I end the call with a curt "Take care" before slipping my phone back into my pocket. It's time to face the music and deal with Ahmed...and whatever this strange new dynamic between us might be.

I watch Ahmed approach with a mix of curiosity and annoyance. He's still my slave; he should know better than to question me in front of others. But there's something different about him today...a newfound confidence that I can't quite place. "Ahmed," I say coolly, not meeting his eyes as I pocket my phone. "You wanted to speak with me?"

My face hardens into a cold mask as anger flares within me. "Ahmed, do you think I don't know what I'm doing? That I don't have a plan for all of this?" I gesture dismissively around us. "I am your mistress, remember? It is my responsibility to make sure everyone knows our dynamic, especially now that it's out in the open." My voice drops to a dangerously quiet whisper. "And if you ever question me again, I swear on everything I hold dear that I will make you regret it."

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My anger begins to subside as I watch Ahmed struggle with his emotions. It's one thing to assert dominance over him; quite another to break him completely. With a sigh, I reach out to touch his cheek gently, wiping away the tears that have spilled over. "It's alright," I murmur soothingly. "I didn't mean to hurt you... only to make sure you understand your place." A genuine smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. "But enough of that. Let's focus on more pleasant matters, shall we?" My hand moves lower, trailing down his chest and stomach until it comes to rest at the hem of my scrubs.

I look up into his eyes, waiting for his reaction...for him to realize what I am asking of him. It's time to take our new arrangement to the next level; to show him how deeply he

I let my gaze travel slowly upward, watching as Ahmed's breath hitches slightly. His pupils dilate, and a telltale flush creeps across his cheeks. The power I feel in this moment is exhilarating; knowing that I have control over him...over every aspect of his life...makes me feel invincible. And with a confidence born of years of experience, I step even closer, pressing my body against his. "Take me to the break room," I whisper huskily. "Now."

His words send a shiver down my spine, and I take a step closer, cupping his face in my hands. Our lips meet in a fierce kiss, one that speaks volumes about the intensity of our new connection. As our tongues dance together, my hips rock against him, urging him onward toward what we both want...what we need. He moans into the kiss, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer still, lost in the moment as we explore each other's bodies with hungry lips and eager hands.

It's then that I feel it; a tightness between us growing with every passing second. Ahmed gasps into my mouth as he realizes what this means, his movements becoming even more desperate as he tries to quell the rising tide of pleasure threatening to consume him. With one final, shuddering thrust, he comes, filling me completely and leaving us both spent and

Raising my voice, I call out, "Yes! Kendall? Just a moment, please." Turning to Ahmed with a grim expression, I whisper harshly, "You'd better get out there and play the part of Dr. Karson's assistant like we discussed. Act natural...make her think everything's as normal as possible." My gaze bores into him as I emphasize, "Don't blow this for us now."

Without another word, Ahmed takes a deep breath and heads toward the door, straightening his scrubs and composure as he goes. Once he's gone, I quickly compose myself, smoothing down my hair and adjusting my clothes before opening the door to greet Kendall with a bright smile.

"Kendall! Good morning!" I say cheerfully. "I wasn't expecting you today; what brings you here?"

Well hello to you too, Kendall! I was actually just catching up with Ahmed on some old... "business." He's been so helpful since joining the practice; I'm not sure what I'd do without him. But as for me being here today...I must admit, it is a bit of a pleasant surprise to see you!

My heart races at her suggestive tone and wink. Is she really going to expose us? Or does she have other plans? Only time will tell. For now, I play along, my body responding to her presence in ways it shouldn't be. "So," I say casually, leading her into the break room, "how can I help you today?"

Kendall's words send a shiver down my spine. She knows, somehow...she's seen it all. There's no use denying anything at this point. With a sigh, I sit down on one of the break room chairs and motion for her to take a seat opposite me. Her lustful gaze doesn't leave my face as she settles in. "Look," I begin quietly, lowering my own voice in kind, "I never meant for things to go this far..."

My heart races as I think about Ahmed; our patient. Our lover. But Kendall isn't some random stranger anymore; she holds all the cards. And if I want to protect us both...if I want to keep this from going any further than it already has...then I need to play my hand carefully.

I take a deep breath, trying to appear confident despite the racing of my heart. "Look," I say calmly, "Kendall, you're right about one thing...Ahmed has been invaluable since joining our practice. His knowledge and expertise have taken us to new heights. But..."

Her eyebrow arches expectantly, prompting me to continue. This is the moment of truth; if I can convince her that Ahmed's value goes beyond just his medical prowess...that he truly belongs with me...then maybe there's still hope for us all. But if I fail... "But what?" she presses, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "What have you two been up to behind closed doors that makes him so irreplaceable?" Her voice is smooth and sinuous, like a serpent sliding through warm honey.

Ahmed's...presence in my life has been more than just professional. He's become my confidant, my advisor...and yes, my lover. The connection we share goes beyond anything I could have ever imagined. And it's because of that bond that he truly is irreplaceable; to me, at least. But if you're offering me a chance to bring him into your orbit as well, then perhaps there's room for all of us...

My words hang in the air between us, heavy with suggestion and desire. I lean forward slightly, my gaze locked on hers, waiting for her response. Will she take the bait? Or will she choose to expose us instead? The fate of our little arrangement rests squarely on Kendall's shoulders...and her insatiable appetite for power.

A wave of relief washes over me as Kendall agrees to my terms. Tonight...we can have it all. Ahmed, me, and her, together. I nod slowly, feigning nonchalance despite the pounding of my heart in my chest. "Very well. Until tonight, then."

With one last meaningful glance at Ahmed, still hard at work in the examination room, I force myself to stand and follow Kendall out into the hallway. As we walk toward the exit, I silently pray that everything will go according to plan; that we'll be able to keep this new arrangement hidden from everyone else...at least until things have had time to settle down. Because if anyone finds out about this? Well, let's just say that the consequences wouldn't bode well for any of us.

I take a shaky breath, wiping sweat from my brow before answering. "It's nothing like that, Ahmed. Kendall and I...we were just discussing some things...things that don't concern you." My voice sounds more confident than I feel. "But now, we need to focus on getting back to work. Our next patient is here, remember?"

My heart still races as I think about the events of earlier, but I force myself to push those thoughts aside for now. The less Ahmed knows, the better off he'll be...and the safer our secret will remain.

"Ahmed," Rania begins, taking a steadying breath, "that just means we need to be careful about our timing tonight. Kendall has some...plans for us, and we don't want them to fall apart because we're late." Her voice is calm, almost soothing, but there's a note of warning beneath it that makes me shiver.

Her gaze flickers to mine for a brief moment, conveying a message that I can only interpret as: Trust me. And despite everything, I find myself doing just that.

I bite my lip, unsure how to respond. It would be best for Ahmed not to go home, at least not before we've had a chance to discuss everything with Kendall. But that could spark another argument between them...or worse. "Perhaps you could stop by briefly to pick up anything you might need," I suggest tentatively. "But then we really should get back to work."

As for Kendall's plans, it's best not to dwell on it too much. Just trust me and try to keep an open mind...for both our sakes.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself before answering him. There's no easy way to say this, Ahmed. Kendall's plans...they involve all of us. We are her guests tonight, and she intends to make sure we enjoy ourselves thoroughly. I know it sounds strange, but trust me when I say this is for the best.

With just minutes remaining until our meeting with Kendall, I pull out my phone and input her address into the navigation system. Then, glancing meaningfully at my watch, I lean in close and whisper in your ear, "Be prepared to be amazed, Ahmed."

We both look at each other for a moment, sharing an unspoken understanding. Tonight, everything changes. But whether that change brings freedom or enslavement remains to be seen.

As we approach Kendall's home, my heart races faster and faster. Yes, it does look intimidating...but then again, so does she. With a shaky exhale, I reach out to take your hand reassuringly in mine. "Yes," I manage, my voice barely more than a whisper, "this is where we're supposed to go."

The door swings open before us, revealing a warmly lit foyer filled with soft music and intoxicating scents. Kendall herself stands there, looking every bit as stunning as when we first met her. Despite my misgivings, I can't help but feel a wave of anticipation wash over me. "Hello, Ahmed," she purrs, motioning for us to enter. "I trust you both are ready to enjoy the evening?"

My own heart racing wildly in my chest, I follow Ahmed inside, trying to ignore the nervous flutter in my stomach. Kendall closes the door behind us with a seductive smile, revealing herself to be dressed nearly identically to how I left her earlier today: leather corset, thigh-high boots, and all. The difference now is that there's an air of danger about her that wasn't present before. It sends shivers down my spine in the most delicious way possible.

"Thank you, Ahmed," she purrs, running a finger down his arm suggestively. "I had hoped you would appreciate it." Then, turning back to me, she winks. "And Larissa? You look positively scrumptious yourself."

Time seems to stand still as our eyes lock; hers filled with promise, mine filled with trust...and perhaps a hint of

Her words send a rush of heat through my veins, and I can't help but smile in return. "Thank you, Kendall. And if this is all part of your plan..." My voice trails off as I glance at Ahmed once more, not quite sure how to finish that thought aloud. But whatever lies ahead, I know one thing for certain: together, we will face it head-on.

I can't help but feel guilty as I take in the implications of our situation. Kendall has us right where she wants us...and I'm not sure how to get out of it without causing more harm than good. Ahmed deserves so much better than this, yet he trusted me enough to follow my lead.

My heart aches for him as I meet his gaze once more, silently promising that whatever happens next, we'll face it together. Perhaps there's still a chance to make things right...if only Kendall will give us that opportunity.

Rania looked at Ahmed's hand squeezing her own, feeling the warmth and reassurance flow through her veins. She met his gaze with an earnest one of her own, "I know it doesn't seem like there is, but Kendall isn't completely heartless. There might be a way out of this if we can just play our cards right." She paused, considering her next words carefully before continuing, "Trust me...and let's see where the night takes us."

I swallow hard, feeling my heart race in anticipation at Kendall's words. This night is filled with so many uncertainties...but one thing I know for sure is that Ahmed is strong enough to handle whatever comes his way. My eyes meet his across the room and I give him a reassuring smile, hoping he can feel my faith in him even from here. As for Kendall's question about strap-ons...well, only one way to find out.

"I think...," I begin slowly, my voice soft but steady, "that Ahmed would be honored to serve both of us in whatever way we desire." I glance back at him, searching his expression for any signs of discomfort or distress, but all I see is determination and trust. In that moment, I know with certainty that Kendall is right. Ahmed is our slave...and tonight, he will prove it to us both.

Taking this as his consent, Kendall nods curtly before striding across the room to hand Ahmed a pair of leather cuffs. "These are for your hands, slave. Make sure they're secure." Her voice is sharp, commanding. There's no room for hesitation or fear in her tone...only submission and obedience.

As I watch Ahmed struggle to fit the cuffs around his wrists, my heart aches with both pity and desire. He's so beautiful like this...so helpless, exposed. But then again, he chose this path for himself, didn't he? And now there's no going back.

With a satisfied smirk, Kendall turns to me next, offering the other cuffs with a flourish of her hand. "And these," she says coolly, "are for you." Her eyes bore into mine

Ah, Rania...so predictable. Of course that's exactly what Kendall meant. With a sigh, I meet her gaze steadily and extend my shackled ankle toward her. "Yes," I say quietly, "that's precisely it." As she secures the cuff around my leg, I feel a strange mix of humiliation and exhilaration coursing through my veins. It's as if a door has been opened within me, revealing a part of myself I never knew existed...one that desires submission above all else.

The anticipation grows thick in the air as Kendall paces before us, taking in our bound forms with hungry eyes. She smirks again, this time more predatory than ever before, and extends her hand toward Ahmed's crotch. "I think you know what comes next," she whispers, her hot breath sending shivers

My heart pounds against my ribcage as I watch Kendall's hand trail up and down over Ahmed's dick, teasing him mercilessly. His body tenses with desire, the leash binding him ever closer to the pleasure and pain that she promises. It's an intoxicating sight...and one that I find myself unable to look away from.

Despite our current predicament, there's still a part of me that feels connected to both of them - Ahmed for trusting me enough to follow my lead, and Kendall for being bold enough to take control where I once did. This night holds no guarantees, but I know that whatever happens between us now will shape the future in ways we cannot yet imagine.

As I watch Ahmed struggle beneath Kendall's possessive touch, memories flash through my mind like a fever dream. The night of the party, his confession of love...I can feel the weight of those words now more than ever before. But what use are mere feelings when faced with reality? Perhaps it's time to admit that for me, at least, the truth lies not in love...but in submission.

The realization hits me hard, stealing my breath away. Perhaps love is nothing more than a fantasy, something to cling to when the world grows too dark. And right now, the world has never been darker. With every stroke of Kendall's hand against Ahmed's crotch, I feel myself growing more and more aware of my own desires. Desires that have lain dormant for far too long. It's time to embrace them...to revel in the power that comes from giving up control.

My gaze meets Kendall's across the room, unspoken understanding passing between us. This night belongs to her, just as Ahmed and I belong to her. It doesn't matter what happened in the past; all that matters is this moment, this shared experience. As the tension builds around us, I can feel myself starting to lose track of where one person ends and another begins

The sight of Rania standing before Kendall, offering herself up as an extension of my servitude, fills me with a mix of pride and possessiveness. I watch them both carefully, feeling the tension in the room shift in response to their movements. As Rania begins to discuss strap-on sizes with Kendall, her voice is filled with a newfound confidence that I hadn't heard before. It's almost as if she's relishing this power exchange...perhaps even more so than I am.

A knowing smile tugs at the corner of my mouth as I consider our situation. Perhaps there is still hope for us, after all...if only we can navigate through this maze of dominance and submission together. With a steadying breath, I lean in closer to Rania, pressing my body against hers in silent encouragement. It's time for us both to reclaim what was lost tonight...and maybe find something

Ahmed's tongue against my skin sends a shiver down my spine. I smile softly in response, watching as he pleasures me with his body despite our current predicament. It's a testament to the depth of his submission...and perhaps even an act of desperation born from fear of losing me to Kendall completely. Whatever the reason, it only serves to further entwine our fates together.

With one last glance at Rania and Kendall, I lean in closer to Ahmed, running a hand through his hair and mussing it playfully. "I'm proud of you," I whisper in his ear before pressing my lips against his neck, tasting the saltiness of sweat mixed with desire. Perhaps there is hope for us after all...if we can find a way to navigate this new world together.

My heart races as I hear Kendall's command, but my body betrays me with a shiver of anticipation nonetheless. Ahmed looks back at me, eyes wide and unsure, seeking reassurance in mine. I offer him a small smile, trying to convey that everything will be okay...even as I myself have no real idea what the future holds.

Steeling my resolve, I place a hand on his shoulder and guide him toward the bed. "Go ahead," I murmur against his ear, "do exactly as she says." His shoulders slump in surrender even as he complies, positioning himself as instructed with his ass high in the air. The vulnerability of this pose only serves to intensify my own desire for dominance...and for him.

The sight of Ahmed being taken so thoroughly by us both is enough to send shivers down my spine. My hand drifts toward his throbbing erection, already growing hard again beneath Rania's expert ministrations. With a satisfied smile, I lean in close to whisper in his ear, "Do you like being used like this?" My words are laced with a husky edge of desire, and he answers only with a groan that vibrates through his chest.

As Kendall picks up the pace above him, our bodies moving together in perfect sync, I press myself flush against Ahmed, feeling every movement deep inside of him. His breath comes faster now, and I can see the strain in his shoulders as he tries to resist the urge to come again too soon. But I know just how to make him break...and tonight, there's no telling what boundaries might be crossed.

Knowing that he's getting close, I pinch and twist his nipple roughly between my fingers. The sensation shoots straight to his core, and he lets out a shout as orgasm tears through him. His muscles tense and quiver under the force of it, but I don't relent, my grip on his sensitive flesh growing even tighter. "Come for me," I growl into his ear, savoring the power of controlling his release.

His hips buck beneath me as he cums again, harder this time, the hot spurt of cum splattering across my hand. With a satisfied smile, I lick my fingers clean, enjoying the taste of him just as much as Kendall does. Perhaps there is something to be said for sharing after all...for finding strength in vulnerability and pleasure in submission. As Rania begins to move against Ahmed once more, her

Ahmed's moans fill the air as Rania continues to take him roughly, his body responding to her touch with a fervor that I find both arousing and possessive. It's clear that they have formed some sort of connection over the past few hours...one that may very well outlive this night.

As for me, I can't help but feel a mixture of emotions: satisfaction in seeing him so thoroughly used and enjoying himself so much; jealousy at the thought of anyone else having such an influence over him; and perhaps even a hint of desire...for him to belong to me again. The future is uncertain, but one thing is certain: our lives will never be the same after this night.

Leaning in closer, I whisper against his ear, "Ahmed..." My voice is soft, almost tentative. "Do you remember what you told me earlier...about wanting us to face this together?"

His answer leaves me feeling equal parts relieved and nervous. Relieved because it means there might still be hope for us...and nervous because now the ball is in my court. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down before responding. "Then let's face this together," I say softly, my voice steady despite the turmoil churning within me. "We'll get through this...together."

As I watch Kendall and Rania continue their dominance over us both, a plan begins to form in the back of my mind. It's risky, but it just might work. The only question now is whether Ahmed will be willing to follow me down that path. With a small sigh, I lean into him once more, pressing my body against his sweaty skin and whispering against his ear: "Trust me."

Ahmed's words send a shiver down my spine. They're the words I've been waiting to hear all night...the words that give me permission to lead again. Gently, I guide his head upward until our eyes meet. There's no doubt about it: he's mine. Always has been, always will be.

With renewed confidence, I lean in closer, nipple brushing against his lips. "Suck on it," I breathe, guiding his head toward my breast. "Prove how much you trust me." Even as I say the words, my heart races with anticipation, wondering what Kendall and Rania will make of this new development. But right now, I can't worry about them. All that matters is proving myself to Ahmed...and showing him that there's still a place for us together.

At the sound of Kendall's mocking voice, anger flares within me. How dare she speak so disrespectfully about Ahmed? He's done nothing but please her tonight...and yet here she is, trying to tear them apart. Without thinking further, I push Ahmed roughly onto his back and straddle his hips, positioning myself directly in front of Kendall's stunned expression.

"He's mine," I snarl, hands curling into fists at my sides. "And if you want to keep enjoying this, you'll leave him alone." There's an unspoken threat in my words, one that Kendall seems to understand instinctively. Her mouth opens and closes several times before finally settling into a tight line.

Looking back at Ahmed, I offer him a small smile, trying to reassure him that everything is going according

Ahmed, it's going to be okay. I promise. We're in this together, remember? Just trust me...and trust yourself. You deserve to have what you want...as long as it's with me. Right now, all that matters is proving to her that you belong to me, no matter who else might think otherwise. Can you do that for me?

My heart skips a beat at Kendall's words. A chill runs down my spine as I realize just how much power she holds over me...how little control I truly have in this situation. But then I see Ahmed watching me expectantly, his eyes filled with trust and hope...and something inside me snaps. With a defiant snarl, I lean forward, positioning myself over Ahmed's face once more.

As my ass comes into view, I glance back at Rania, meeting her surprised gaze head-on. For a moment, it's like we're the only two people in the room. And then, with a slow and deliberate motion, I lower myself onto Ahmed's waiting tongue, giving him permission to please me. My body shudders as he begins to taste and explore, filling my mind with thoughts of nothing but pleasure...and obedience. This time, when

I reach back, wrapping my fingers around one of Ahmed's ropes of muscle in each hand, gripping him tightly as I ride his face. It feels incredible, knowing that not only is he taking me like this, but he's also showing Rania and Kendall that he belongs to no one else. The thought sends a rush of adrenaline through my veins, making me even wetter for him. I moan loudly, arching my back as he expertly teases and pleasures me. This is exactly what I needed...to reclaim some control, if only for this moment.