Page 15 of Force Me To Obey


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“You should be able to tell me now without any wait at all. Is there a reason you’re stalling?”

“I just thought…”

“It was someone else?”

“Exactly.”

“So, you’re disappointed.”

“I’m … I don’t think so. I just have to adjust.”

“Well, you’ve got thirty seconds to do that,” he said with a terse sigh.

“I thought I had till the end of the day?”

“I’ve changed my mind.”

“But I…” I started and stopped, knowing exactly what I had to say, but being too chicken to spit it out, until the sweep of the second hand on his watch ended my thirty seconds of painful deliberation. The expression on his face became intensely focused on me and I knew my time was up. Maybe he was right to make me answer right then. “Yes, I have to go forward… I can’t even think of stopping,” I finally blurted out with no time left.

“Good.” He penciled something on his desk calendar of which I was instantly suspicious, then he looked back up at me. “You can go now.”

“Now?”

“It’s all I have for you right now. My next appointment is waiting.”

Yes, of course, sure… I think I shook my head, while wondering if I had just dreamed this scene. But everything seemed real, touchable, interacting with all my senses appropriately.

I made my way out of his office, probably not very gracefully, but I’m not sure he noticed. His attention was already concentrated on his next agenda.

A few minutes later, the meeting with Ellington Lloyd was like a walk in the park. He had some projects he was warning me about, and otherwise he joked about trivial stuff—I don’t even remember what he said. My head was somewhere else. I probably didn’t even sound lucid, but Ellington wouldn’t know that.

I spent five days dwelling on Preston Lockhart, discovering that he had an uncanny power over me, even though he was nowhere around. Shortly after our meeting on Monday, he’d taken off for three days in Vermont. I was relieved, although it took me two days, trying to stay clear of him, and not having to, before I realized that he had left the office. I suppose dropping the bomb and letting it quietly detonate in his absence was a reasonable ploy. It certainly worked. Once I learned the identity of my master, my body had no problem adjusting and my fantasies altered to fit the man. My logical mind revolted frequently, but this had never been sensible scheme, not from the start. My insane desires and unruly imagination rejected my perfectly reasoned reservations as so much nonsense. Preston Lockhart was my master.

***

Friday afternoon I was on the street heading toward my bus stop, when a small silver Audi pulled up beside me and the door opened from the inside.

“Get in.” I could hardly see who was inside, but there was no mistaking the voice. Although I’d been unable to recognize it just a week ago, it had been inside my head since that incredible moment in Preston’s office.

We drove in silence for some distance, until my nerves were practically fried and he looked at me, saying, “Lean back and spread your legs.”

I did as I was told, glad for something to do other than that interminable waiting. Instantly, the warm feeling in my body grew from the hot spot at my clit, up and outward.

“No panties?” he asked. He couldn’t see. “Pull back your skirt.”

I obliged him, wiggling my tight skirt up off my hips, probably more than asked for, but by then my fantasies were so heavily engaged, I’m sure I’d have walked naked in public if he ordered me to do so.

“Feet on the dash,” he further directed.

My pussy lurched, one big spasm followed by another. I could hardly keep from touching myself.

He could see my fingers, itching to claw at the aroused wet folds. “If you dare lay a hand on your pussy, I’ll tie your wrists behind you.” His directive stopped any thoughts of masturbation cold.

Okay, I said to myself. Being ever obedient, I pressed my hands on either side of my hips and kept them there, as we rode through a maze of city streets. With my feet on the dash, spread as ordered, a

sensuous breeze tickled the folds of my exposed cunt. When the clear, cold eyes of Preston Lockhart occasionally gazed at the lewd sight, my arousal soared another notch higher.

I wiggled some, just to let off a little steam. I even closed my thighs, slightly massaging them together; anything to expand the sexy feeling and maybe get off.

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