Susanna reviewed the confidential documents in her hands before shuffling them into an indistinct beige envelope. She had personally copied them herself after everyone left, her late hours not unusual as the aide to the Chair of the Committee of Ways & Means. No one would question her presence in the private office of the Speaker, nor her access to the government's financial papers.

A glance at her watch, the tenth time in the last few minutes, raised her excitement level a notch despite the inevitable slow crawl of the minute hand. She adjusted the files on the large leather trimmed oak desk and the adjacent stationery, then walked around the office straightening ornaments and the occasional picture frame - all in an effort to contain the rising tide of anticipation swamping up from her gut.

She stopped in her sweep across the room to view herself critically in a baroque gilded mirror. Nervously, she brushed black stray hair from her face, slicked her eyebrows, and, with the tip of her little finger, rimmed her freshly coloured lips. Her ears strained for familiar footsteps in the corridor outside but there was no one yet about. The guards were not due on their rounds for another hour. When she had relayed that bit of information to her Mistress, the husky promise of a reward for her diligence had sent shudders rolling down her spine.

She continued to fuss urgently with her short two-piece suit, altogether absorbed in her appearance until she forgot about the time. As the sensors kicked in throughout the corridors of Westminster, an exquisitely beautiful blonde woman slipped into the office. She placed her handbag on the side Parisien table next to her sable coat. The fur was ideal for absorbing the sound of Vienna’s movements, masking her entry.

Vienna could see Susanna's shadow through the inner door. She settled into the brass-studded couch to wait, her palm smoothing appreciatively over the chocolate brown material. Beneath her thighs, the leather was cold for an instant but like a lover, it soon warmed to her body and cradled her buttocks, cleaving to her back and yielding to her contours.

Susanna walked back into the main room and stopped in surprise. "How did you …?"

Crossing her legs, Vienna raised a thin eyebrow and cocked her head. At the expectant gesture, Susanna immediately lowered her eyes and said demurely, "You honour me, Mistress." She was slightly astonished that Vienna had slipped in without any assistance, eluding security and her own impatience. Her soundless ability to appear at will, oftentimes catching Susanna by surprise even as she waited expectantly, constantly kept Susanna on edge in delicious anticipation.

Controlled, cool, and fuckingly aloof, Mistress Vienna bound her with a look. Susanna slipped into mode easily in her presence - eyes downcast, hands loose at her side, relaxed, and basking in the force of the other woman's personality bathing over her in waves. Familiar heat prickled her skin, signaling Vienna's scrutiny. Susanna concentrated on her nervous breathing to keep from swaying on suddenly heavy legs, realizing in that moment why she preferred to curl at her Mistress's feet.

Vienna checked her satisfaction, pleased by Susanna's quick response in the new environment. It was first time she had carried their relationship off base. The girl had been easy to train. It would be useful to keep her there.

"Do you have it?" Vienna finally spoke, startling her.

Susanna nodded, then voiced the only answer she could give, "Yes, Mistress."

"Bring it to me."

Crossing the plush office hastily, Susanna returned with the plain envelope in trembling hands, and presented it on her knees, slipping just a little closer to pale smooth skin. She sighed, almost brushing her cheek to Vienna's lap.

Vienna slid out the contents of the envelope to confirm their veracity. In her business, nothing was left to chance. "Well done, my darling," she said, trailing a fingernail along Susanna's dark hairline and over the curve of her ear. Head bent, Susanna puffed cool ticklish air over her naked knee, betraying a suppressed need emanating in uneven light pants. Vienna sensed her new pet was already on edge and it excited her to see her need leashed by nothing more than will power, on her word.

She tossed the envelope aside and stood, causing her gold silk dress to whisper down her hips to cling lovingly to her thighs. Her legs, encased in beaten kumquat calf-leather boots, lured Susanna's devoted eyes along their path; their wineglass shaped heels brushed over the cream carpet, leaving indents, as Vienna stepped crisply around the room.

Susanna almost groaned when her view of fair inner thighs was interrupted by the desk, until Vienna's command, "Come here."

Half rising, she rushed to resume her kneeling position before her Mistress who sat, perched, cross-legged, on the edge of the antique desk. She landed close, so close, to Vienna's feet. The sudden move combined with her proximity to the object of her desires sent blood surging warmly to the surface of her skin. A low pounding started in her temple as her fingertips transmitted her drumming heartbeat seeking an answering refrain in a touch or a moan, an appreciation of her services.

A wisp of light fell on the boots right before her eyes, manipulated by the twirling blade of a silver letter opener in Vienna's hands. "I'm very pleased with you," said Vienna, noting the mesmerised look on her face. Susanna was a pixen young lady, small-statured and graced with delicate features, and so willing. It had been easy to turn her, but the benefits went both ways. "I think my pet deserves a reward. Do you deserve it, pet?"

Breathing harder as her hopes and need rose, Susanna nodded, but obediently kept her eyes down. "Yes, please, Mistress."

Vienna uncrossed her legs and said, "You may begin." But as Susanna reached for the leather, she halted her with the blade, adding, "Use only your mouth."

Susanna immediately latched onto the top of the boot, catching the contrasting melange of soft perfumed skin and earthy leather, one almost as fine as the other. She breathed in the length of the boot, sliding from lip to tip, around the ankle and up towards the back of Vienna's knee. There, the essence of her Mistress was a touch heavier, a dab headier, the skin more sensitive to slow, flat licks. Susanna's unleashed latria, unlike her personality, was bold and aggressive. Her tongue swept onward, sure in its lashing as it was borne on a need that had found a home in her Mistress's acceptance.

Eyes closed, Vienna sank into sensual receipt. Her right leg spread out and up to accommodate Susanna's position. The boot zip, gripped between Susanna's teeth, was lowered slowly, the hollow sound suggestive of pleasurable revelations. Vienna moaned appreciatively of her pet's quickness between nudging the boot off and enveloping her toes in a warm mouth. They curled, at first, to no avail against the insistent thrusts of the questing muscle teasing between their ranks, but they soon parted, receptive to more.

With her head and upper body swaying like an entranced snake, Susanna covered the lower limb with agile oral caresses. She was on a journey where her senses were fixed only on the slim appendage. In her mind, it was the most beautiful body; perfectly designed, flexible, fragile and topped by delectable peach tips. It captured the aroma of her Mistress's day that was now hers to savour. Each time she was allowed, Susanna felt privileged to be intimate with her Mistress's feet.

The lovingly layered warmth traveled up to Vienna's pussy, generating a flowing slickness and spreading heat that showed in her redder than red parted lips. Her hips shifted, eased across the desk on a slide of silk. Her calf grew taut, stretching her foot towards more of the tongue massage. She brought her hooded gaze downwards onto Susanna's head bowed over her ankle. As she watched, the girl swiped her tongue in fat languid strokes, its pointed tip crossing the wet trail and painting a show of skill that Vienna could almost feel on her clitoris. If Susanna reached her inner thigh, she would be hard-pressed not to allow her further. Already her legs had widened in anticipation and her cunt wanted the pressure of a detailed exploration, a thorough sucking from a hot eager mouth.

At the rate of advancement, the girl would pass her knee shortly, something she was not permitted to do, but Vienna could see that she was completely wrapped in her own bliss and it was time to remind her whose service she was in. Her toes closed on Susanna's nipple and pinched.

"Mistress?" Susanna froze, the sting rousing her from her haze.

"That's enough for now." Vienna withdrew and closed her legs, terminating their availability. Susanna sat back on her heels. "Boots." She was quickly reclad.

Zipped up and steadier on her feet, and with a discreet squeezing of her thighs together, Vienna walked to the couch for the envelope. She turned back to check that Susanna was still in position. The girl knelt so prettily.

"Susanna," she started gently. A soft voice responded but Susanna did not move. "You will attend to me tonight." The girl's head lifted. "Be ready in the bedroom when I return at midnight." Then, she slipped on her coat, carefully picked up her handbag and left the office.

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Vienna strode across the mosaic foyer of the mansion flat north of Little Venice, through the ten feet tall doors guarding the salon, and into the den. The apartment, set away from the pristine large properties along the canal west of London, was lavishly decorated inside. Victorian fixtures had been retained and heavily crafted furnishings reinforced the old money feel of the neighbourhood.

A stoutish woman with broad shoulders looked up at Vienna's entrance. "Punctual as usual, my dear," she said, raking her gaze hungrily over the blonde's golden form.

"Drink?" She didn't wait for an answer, proceeding to make one and missing Vienna's careful positioning of her handbag on a corner table.

"This won't take long," Vienna said, even as she sauntered over and accepted the glass from her client who was robed in a smoking jacket. Short, aesthetically silver streaked hair topped the rugged smirking features of the Shadow Minister as she drew near.

Vienna finished the drink in one swallow, placed the empty glass back in the open palm, and retraced her steps to her coat. The Minister met her halfway in the middle of the study, with a refill, when she handed over the envelope.

"It's all in here," she said, her eyes never leaving the hard gaze boring into hers.

"Open it." The woman ordered, but barely glanced at the crested documents in Vienna's hands. She was more taken by the cool civility Vienna presented in a hot body dressed to tempt her mad. She was paying her for her services, and for the price, she should be getting more.

Downing the aged liquor quickly for the burn to shoot through her nerves, she brushed the papers aside and crushed Vienna's slim body to her own. She kissed her thoroughly by cupping her head in an iron grip, ravaging her mouth and pressing her groin into the feminine hollow of her pelvis. Her other hand kneaded Vienna's buttocks hard until she felt her relax. Then, she guided her left leg up to hook around her waist and slowly lowered them both onto the couch.

Vienna took the weight of the heavier woman easily. She had seen the lust in her eyes grow with each meeting and knew it was a matter of time before they ended up here. With the woman murmuring desirously and intently kissing her neck and chest, she spared a quick check on the time.

The hand on her derriere slid to her pussy, dipped in and spread her wetness around, applying the lubrication upwards on her clitoris in firm strokes. "Oh, my dear, you're ready for me." The woman observed, enjoying the full swollen labia in her palm as her fingers traced their inner folds. She would have her, she had to have her.

Vienna thought of the girl waiting for her, clothed only in strategic leather cuffs and expectations. We all want something, she reminded herself, as her nails fanned through the grey-black mane and she pressed the woman's head down towards where it wanted most to go.

And in the corner, a tiny camera set in her handbag recorded the second transaction of the evening.

 

End