My friend Charity Kneeling is having her first anniversary since wading into the submissiveness water she has fantasized about for many years. She is a co-conspirator writing pal of mine so for her "sub-versary" I've written this story with her as the star. I hope you enjoy it, and please check out her stories also, she is quite creative.

She is standing, facing the wall she is only a few inches away from, her left hand holding her skirt up high in the back, her panties down, stretched just above her knees, her ass is exposed, her right hand pinching her clit. Her hips are subtly pulsating; her breathing is deep, but silent. Though I pretend not to notice her, my cock is slightly aroused as I type an email to one of my co-workers about the timeline of the project we are working on; Charity is in front of my desk, facing to my left at the open wall space.

While typing, I matter-of-factually admonish her, "I saw those pictures last night you sent to the kink group chat, you like pushing your big luscious tits out like that, don't you? You like the idea that those guys are touching their cocks thinking about you? And some of those other slut-sisters of yours rubbing their clits." I make sure to keep my voice low enough that someone listening at the door can't understand anything I say.

Breathing erratically, making sure to be as quiet as she can while still answering, "Yes, Sir." The pulsing of her hips becomes slightly more extreme.

I stop typing and lean into my desk, "You are a brazen little slut, Charity. You are a brazen little slut who thrusts her big tits and phat ass out as a weapon. You think that gives you power?" she begins to shake her head, "You think you have some authority now because all those horny freaks want to play with you?" I begin to unbuckle my belt.

"No, Sir, you have all the authority, Sir"

"Hmmm," I stand up and begin to walk around my desk, pulling the belt from my pants, I'm already pitching a tent in my khakis, "I hear your words, but I'm not convinced you really mean it."

"I do, Sir, you have all the authority, I have none," she silently whimpers as I approach her left side, "you dominate, Sir. You dominate me. I am submissive and subservient."

As my right hand holds my belt, my left hand slides between her tits and the wall, into her blouse, which I unbuttoned down to her navel earlier. She is not a traditional business woman, per se, but when she comes to the office she is to wear an appropriate business suit.

Ten minutes earlier, she walked into the office with her salad for what looked like a normal lunch to every cube-worker she passed; as soon as she entered my office, I locked the door behind her, sat in my chair, snapped my fingers, and pointed to the floor next to me; she immediately set her food down and knelt beside me. Charity and I have been secret D/s playmates for months. We have our own lives, but enjoy periodic rendezvous like these; In addition we also often see each other online in the same kink "neighborhoods". I made her wait silently for a few minutes while I worked on a few things, then turned to her and reminded her of my authority and her subservience with a few prompting questions ("who do you answer to, sub?" and the like) while I unbuttoned her blouse, unhooked her front-attaching bra, and felt up her tits. I let her suck my thumb for a few seconds (that always helps put her mind where it needs to be) and then instructed her to go face the wall, pull her panties down, lift her skirt, and begin pinching her clit.

With my left hand now kneading her right breast, pinching and twisting her nipple under her clothes, I lean in to her left ear and whisper, "I can tell you need a little reminder of the order of things. Pinch your clit harder!" Her breathing increases, she leans her forehead against the wall. Her hips begin to writhe. "I can tell you need to be put in your place." I release her breast and use my left hand to wrap the belt around my right hand, leaving about an eight inch tongue. "We're going to put your mind right today, Charity, do you understand me?"

"Yes, Sir."

I whip the belt against her ass as I say,"I'm not sure you do! [X]." On contact she lets out a silent, open-mouthed breath as her writhing becomes brazen and obscene. More blood flows to my cock, "I'm not sure [X] you really [X] understand [X] your [X] place [X], sub," I admonish as I place belt spanks over all parts of her bottom.

"Please, I need to come, Sir, please," she begs.

I ignore her pleas, "We are going [X] to make [X] sure [X] you are put in [X] your [X] place [X]!"

"Please, I want to be good, please, please, please, oooh," she desperately moans to me, but then her she holds her breath, her hips thrust forward, her legs tighten, and an almost silent whimper squeaks out. As the orgasm overtakes her she lets go of her skirt and grabs my shoulder for balance. With a conciliatory tone, she whimpers, "Thank you, Sir."

"Did you just come without permission?"

With beseeching chagrin in her voice, "I'm sorry, I tried to be good. I did. I tried to be good, Sir, I couldn't stop..."

I lift her skirt and apply the belt to her already red ass, "Did you [X] just [X] come [X] without permission?!"

"Yes, Sir," she says with shame through short erratic breaths.

I use her left forearm to push her against the wall and order sternly, "Finger fuck yourself [X], right now! [X] Two fingers! Get them in that pussy! [X] Harder [X]!" She aggressively starts to finger herself. "You are a slut [X]! A slut [X] with an out [X] of [X] control [X] pussy! This is why I dominate you, Charity! This is why you [X] need [X] to be [X] reined in [X], commanded [X], lorded over [X]!"

"Yes, Sir! Yes! I need it, I need it so bad!"

"What do you need [X]? Say it [X]!"

"I need to be dominated, I need to be commanded. Oh Sir, I'm need to come again, I want to be good, I want to be obedient, please, please, pleeease."

"You may come."

As she gets thrown into her orgasm she slides down the wall, gripping my pants near the knee. "Thank you, Sir, thank you.... thank you." She leans her head against my leg, I can tell she needs a moment.

After a bit, I lean down and lift her head by her chin and have her look up into my eyes, there's a moment's gaze and then I put my thumb up to her lips, "In your mouth," and she begins to suck on it as I use my other hand to brush her hair back from her face and we both enjoy the tender moment. But we're not done, and after another moment I say "on your feet."

With my help she stands. I tighten the wrapping of the belt around my right hand so that I have a good grip. She notices her panties are now around her ankles and she begins to step out of them. "Leave them," I tell her, and then sharply turn her so that she is facing away from me. I grab both her wrists and hold them with my left hand behind her back, then feed the back of her skirt into the same grip so that her ass is exposed - she does a light testing of my grip and I squeeze just to let her know I've got her, she starts to bounce and wiggle a little in anticipation. Applying the belt I say, "[X] Let's go. [X] Go, around the desk [X]," as she is forced to a humiliating shuffle walk with her panties inhibiting a full stride. Every strike of the belt results in her writhing and bending her knees and wiggling as I navigate her around the desk to the other side of the office, turn her, and then I discard the belt and help her kneel. "Come on [X], move. Over here [X]. Turn [X]. I said turn [X]! Okay, kick your panties off. Good girl, now kneel." She's now a few feet behind my desk in a "Nadu" kneel with her hands on her spread knees facing up (she's into Gor, I'm not). "Chin up. Eyes down. I shouldn't have to remind you what I like. Why do I like your chin up?"

"So it's easy to attach the leash if I'm wearing a collar, Sir."

"Good girl."

I go back to my desk and begin working again, I let her wait silently for a few minutes. Then I pull out a small comforter I have in one of my cabinets, lay it on the floor next to me, folded a few times to create a soft mattress, snap my fingers and point to it. "Lie down, face down, all the way, prone." She begins to crawl over. "I assume you have a vibe in your purse like you always do, no?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Of course you do," I say as I grab her bag and begin searching through the contents, "that's what naughty little girls play with."

"Yes, Sir," her tone with a hint of shame as she positions herself face down on the comforter.

Leaning over from my chair and stroking her thighs, "Well, I have some work to do. While I'm finishing, you will take this vibe and you will hump it, right there, face down. You move your pelvis, not the vibe. Are we clear?"

In an anticipating tone, "yes, Sir."

"Of course, orgasm rules still apply. Don't you dare disobey me a second time today," I hand her the vibe. "You let me know when you want to come. Do we understand each other?"

Her breathing becomes erratic, she sounds like a person being asked to do the impossible, "y... yes, Sir."

"And keep your voice low, this is still an office."

"Yes, Sir."

"You may start."

For the next few minutes, the only sounds in the room are the keyboard keys clicking, the vibrator vibrating, and erratic breathing from Charity. A few whimpers escape. In my peripheral I can see her ass rising and pushing and undulating as she humps the vibe, both her hands beneath her hips. Maybe 90 seconds in, as quietly as she can, "Sir, I'm going to come, please. I need to come. Please."

I continue typing, "do you?"

"Yes, Sir.... please.... please, please, I want to be good, please... pleeeease."

"Aaaaawwww, okay... you've been good. You may come." A chirp that's a little too loud comes from her as she tightens up. I turn my chair to watch.

"Thank you, Sir."

"You're not done, keep going."

She continues her wanton motions, I reach down and feel her heated ass, and let my middle finger slip into her backdoor up to the first knuckle.

"Oh, please... please, please."

"You may come again." As she convulses and gives her gratitude, I let my finger go in farther to the second knuckle, "Again." She holds her breath, her whole body tightens, her hips push into the comforter, and she whimpers out more gratitude. "Okay, that's enough." She moves the vibrator to the floor, still buzzing. I pick it up and turn it off while she catches her breath. I snap my fingers for each word of, "come, kneel."

She moves gracefully to kneel in front of me, back in her favorite "Nadu" position. I lift her chin telling her to look at me and ask, "Do we understand each other, Charity?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Hhmm, I've heard this before. Up to your knees." She moves so that he is no longer on her haunches. I reach down between her legs and put two fingers inside her and begin to finger her. She looks at me penitently, "Your eyes tell me you want something."

"I want your cock, Sir. I want you to fuck me, I want you to penetrate me."

"Well, you are going to have to wait. Are you free this weekend. Do you think you can find time?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Well, for today you will have to settle for my fingers." She pouts. "Now, since you seem to like acting like a slutty little girl," I begin to finger her harder, letting my palm slap against her clit, "we'll give you an assignment for the way home. You will pull your skirt up when you get in the car and sit your naked ass directly on the leather. You will finger yourself at every stoplight, sending me a text acknowledging each one," she begins to buck her hips. "You will look any adult in the car next to you or on the sidewalk in the eyes as you do, and you will remember the discipline you received today, knowing that there will be more coming this weekend, as well as my cock." She lets out a whimper, "When you get near your home, you will pull over and finish yourself off, I look forward to a text of gratitude. Are we clear?"

Through erratic breathing, "yes, Sir."

"Do we understand each other, sub?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Do we?"

"Yesss, yes Sir."

"Before I get to zero... ten... nine..." her hips begin to grind, "eight... seven... six... don't let me get to zero... five..."

She grips my shoulders hard and leans in to me, her hips thrust forward, "Thank you... thank you, Sir... thank you."

I pull my fingers out and offer them to her mouth, she begins to suckle. "Good girl, Charity. You are a good girl." After a moment I pull her to me by her nipples, I kiss her and say, "Now you let your little kink groups know that you were punished today for acting like a brazen slut, that you have more coming this weekend, and that you are thankful for, what is it, five orgasms?"

"I think six, Sir, and will be seven after the car assignment." We nose nuzzle a little.

"Good girl. Those pictures were hot, by the way. I look forward to the next set."

"Thank you, Sir. I'm sure I'll need another correction for my wanton ways." We both smile at the game.

"Okay, I need to get back to work, fix yourself. I'll walk you out."

"Would you like the salad, Sir? I don't think I'm going to eat it."

"Yummy, thank you."

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