Steven walked into his living-room on his fortieth birthday an unhappy man. His day at the office had been so horrible that heıd left by three oıclock. It was pouring rain. And, to make matters worse, his cock still hurt from watching Lexi this morning. "Why," he thought to himself, "canıt my wife be like her?" Lexi was his secretary, a fresh and succulent twenty-three year old blonde with a tasty-tight ass and breasts so big you could get lost in them. How much Steven wanted to get lost in them, to press his hot lips around her luscious, quivering nipples and tease them to their fullest firmness. But that was just a dream, and well Steven knew it. He was going home to his wife, who, at least on his birthday, would try her frumpy hardest to please him. Poor woman. She just didnıt know how pathetic her attempts to be sexy were. He walked in the door to find Jane, his wife, sitting on her big ass on the couch, snoring like a pig. "Great, no way I can fuck that." He went to the kitchen, fixed himself a martini, and went to the den to jerk off to fantasies of Lexi. A few pages into his favorite Playboy, the March 1993 with a centerfold who just sort of looked like Lexi, a ring of the phone drilled into his head. "Hello, Yeagers." "Hello, Mr. Yeager? This is Lexi, from the office..." At the sound of her voice his mind swerved instantly back to his best glance of her, this morning when she was filing. He could almost feel the tightness of her firm ass against the smooth pinkness of her skirt, and he could nearly taste the wonderful crevice her mountainous breasts forced into her, the silk of her shirt trying its damnedest to keep back the flood of pleasure it so thinly contained. He saw the tight points of her nipples poking at the flimsy coating that embraced them and once again dreamed of sucking at them. "Mr. Yeager?" "Yes, Lexi, what is it?" "Iım very sorry to bother you at home, but thereıs something here you need to take care of." "What is it now?" "Iım sorry, sir, but I think youıll haveto see this to appreciate it." "All right, all right, Iıll be there in 15 minutes." Steven finished jerking off, angrily, and went to get his coat. He dreamt of Lexi the entire drive to the office, but then put her out of his head, and composed himself in the parking lot. If she even suspected him of thinking such things his ass would be sued, fired, and permanently put out of commission. He trudged up the stairs and into the office. He saw no one, in fact, it was dark in the office, and it seemed shut down for the day. "Lexi? You in here?" "Iım in here, Mr. Yeager." Steve followed the voice to his office and stood in wonder. Lexi stood directly in front of him, leaning gracefully back on his desk. She wore a black leather thong, and a black leather halter with large holes cut around her full, pulsing nipples. And, cat ears made of the same black leather. When she stood upright, after allowing him to absorb her for nearly five minutes, he saw she also had a long, thin, black leather tail sprouting from her godly ass. And, in her right hand, a long, thin, black leather whip. "Happy Birthday, Mr. Yeager. I thought you could use some help unwinding tonight." "But, but, uh, Lexi...Umm, what if someone comes in, we could be caught anytime...We could be caught anytime," he realized with unimaginable zeal. He start towards her, but she snapped her whip. "Not so fast, Iım doing this for you, but Iıll do it my way. Now, strip." Steven ripped off his clothes as Lexi watched and grinned. "Wow, itıs so big. Umm, I mean, you are an acceptable slave. Get down on your knees." Steven did as he was commanded by the glistening sex goddess who stood before him. "Lick out my pussy, and then, if you are acceptable, I may reward you." "Lexi, I..." "No speaking! I will have to punish you. Stand up and bend over." Steven felt the whip crack against his buttox and his cock swelled to near explosion. Twice more the whip fell and twice more he shuddered with never-before felt excitement. When she finished, she instructed him once again to kneel and taste her throbbing cunt. He ate her like the cat she likened to, with quick, lapping licks and long sucking and exploring. When she called for him to stop, he wanted more of the salty holiness of his demon-angel and continued. She slapped him and shoved him to the ground. She whipped him once again to submission, this time seven cracks. He now knew the only way was to allow her to dominate his every action. She was his Goddess. She forced him to rub his cock for her, and in doing so, he spilled a little of his cum. "Dirty, horny, little man! Youıd fuck anyone, wouldnıt you? Wouldnıt you? You little whore!" When he didnıt answer, she whipped him again, this time nearly drawing blood. He cried out and she only laughed. "No, Only you, no one but you, only for you." Another crack of the whip, this time sliding up between his legs and slapping his cock. This was getting serious. "Mistress, mistress, only you, my mistress." "Ahh, good slave, you have learned your place." She ordered him to stand. Her hot lips captured his rock-hard penis and made it their own. She nipped at it with her teeth, hard enough to hurt. He loved it. He only wanted to be hurt by her forever. She did unimaginable things with her tongue, swirling and darting it around his cock like liquid fire. When he came, hot and violent, she swallowed and laughed. She crawled up from her knees, never taking her tongue off of him, and ran it in circles around him left nipple. She bit. Waves of ecstasy poured over him, and he felt his cock harden anew. She pulled him down to the floor and rode him so hard it hurt. Four times she teased his cock aright with her tongue and sucked her pleasure form it. She owned every part of him, and used every part as she willed. Finally, she left him, moaning on the office carpet, rug-burns covering his things and ass. On her way out, she flipped her little tail, and threw him the whip. "See you Monday, Mr. Yeager....Thatıs my birthday."