1. The Mistake


    Date: 12/18/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Blackmail, Blowjob, Coercion, Cruelty, Domination/submission, Humiliation, Reluctance, Torture, Author: MarkMastermann, Rating: 93.3, Source: sexstories.com

    intense but fear is a good motivator and Angela managed to stop in front of the door. She saw the two illuminated doorbells with names : Smith on one and Barkley on the other. The light on the third bell was broken. It had no name, just two capital letters "TG" scribbled in blue biro. Her mouth was suddenly drier than she had ever known it before and she was sure her pounding heart could be heard by passers-by. With a shaking hand she pressed the intercom button. A moments silence was followed by a click on a small intercom speaker. “Who is it?” A female voice crackled over the poor quality intercom. “Angela?" she said trying to sound confident but failing. An awkward silence followed. "To see Mr Quinn?” With a buzzing sound the door latch clicked and the door cracked open just half an inch. Pushing quickly inside and closing the door she saw a single flight of dimly lit stairs leading up to the first floor. Angela knew she should turn around and run but in reality it was too late, the alternatives were too painful to contemplate. Resolving to go through with her plan she ascended the stairs with slow purposeful steps. She had to have the money by the end of the week, she simply had to. The office was neat and tidy, almost clean. It was not as dull or dark as she had expected, quite business like in fact. A lady of about 50, smartly dressed, busty and wearing too much makeup looked up from her desk peering over the top of her spectacles. Her disapproving look reminded Alice ...
    of Mrs Blake, the school secretary who, puffed up with her own importance jealously guarded the headmasters office at her old school. “Mr Quinn will see you shortly, take a seat” Miss Jones motioned her to the single chair in the corner of the room. Feeling awkward and self and self conscious Alice stared at the floor lost in her own morbid thoughts. After a minute of silence she raised her head and looked around the room. There were three doors in the small office, one marked Mr Quinn the other two had no clue as to their destination. The secretary worked almost silently leaving Angela to her thoughts. After 10 long, painful minutes of waiting a speakerphone on the secretary's desk gave a brief bleep and a male voice simply said “Send her in”. The secretary glanced up and without speaking, motioned with her head and eyes towards Mr Quinn's office. Angela stood up, her legs just able to support her as she walked nervously towards the door. Entering the office she was greeted by a blonde haired 50-year-old man seated behind his desk. He did not stand up but mumbled “Take a seat; I'll be with you in a moment”. He continued reading through and shuffling papers on his desk. Angela sat on the chair opposite and waited patiently. The office looked quite ordinary, a little untidy but clean; a casual glance would not detect any clue as to the business Mr Quinn conducted here. “What can I do for you Angela?” He looked at her directly making her feel uncomfortable. Angela tried to look ...
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