Score some one-on-one time with Sarah.

I didn't think Sarah would have gone very far. She's always been a bit of a spoiled princess. One of those hot popular girls in high school, she dropped out of college after a year because it wasn't very fun.

Her parents didn't appreciate her carelessness and cut her off. I think after that she moved in with her boyfriend, which was about a year ago.

She's been an irritant at work, always complaining about stupid shit everyone has to deal with, like laundry and dishes. I got excited thinking about the way everyone in the shop just accepted what was happening to that customer as I imagined the things I could do to Sarah once I found her.

It didn't take long. As expected, she was hiding in the back store room behind some bags of coffee beans, crying softly. I noted a distinct lack of concern for her when normally a crying girl sets off some kind of protective instinct in me. That must be part of it, I thought.

She looked up as I entered. "What the hell do you want, you freak?" She shouted. "I don't know what's going on any more than you do, but I don't need you following me around."

I sighed. "You know this door has a lock on it, right?" To demonstrate, I closed and locked the door behind me, already feeling the thrill of what I was about to do. It was the familiar rush of anticipation I get before any scene but there was something new and exciting this time. This time it wasn't consensual and didn't need to be. This time, I made it happen on my own. "You're a stupid useless cunt, aren't you?"

The look on her face was priceless. She jumped to her feet, turned bright pink, and started screaming obscenities at me, each one just emboldening me more and more.

I shoved her hard against the wall and drove a fist into her stomach just to shut her up. She sputtered and coughed, gasping for breath while I looked around the storeroom for something I could tie her up with. She was still wearing her apron. I could work with that.

I embraced her to get my hands at the knot behind her and took the liberty of smelling her neck. She smelled like some expensive flowery shit from a department store. Actually really nice, I was into it. "Mmm, you smell good enough to eat." I teased as I tore the simple knot apart.

"Get offa me!" She coughed, pushing weakly against me. I retreated a step, if only to rob her of her apron, which I immediately wrapped around her outstretched arms. The apron wasn't my usual material, but it was the simplest thing in the world to loop and cinch two wrists together. It was done in a matter of seconds.

"What the fuck is your problem? Get the f-"

I slapped her. Clearly her first time, as it actually stunned her for a few seconds. I took the opportunity to wrench her bound wrists up over her head and pull then down along her spine, trapping her elbows on either side of her head. I pinned her to the wall with an elbow across her collar bone, my fist pressing into her spine to keep her from wiggling too much.

"Listen here, princess. You say fuck one more time and I will literally shove my fist in your stupid cunt. Go on. Try me." I dared her to defy me with a hard look. I didn't like being cussed at by my slaves.

The blood drained from her face as she struggled uselessly. Some tears had gathered in her eyes from the stinging in her cheek, and she shifted on her feet.

"That's better." I wasn't going to waste any time trying to draw apologies or pleasantries out of her. She wasn't one of my regular clients and she wasn't someone who knew proper **** etiquette. She was just some stuck-up street dog. Obedience was enough for me. Perhaps in time, she could be taught, but that was the least of my concerns in the moment.

I took an opportunity to grope her breasts while I had her pinned. They were real. C-cup, I guessed, nice and soft. She opened her mouth to complain and I squeezed harder just to hear her cry out in pain and surprise.

"Ahhh! Ow, shit! What the f..." She cut herself off, looking at me warily, and I felt the thrill of the victory. That's right, baby. Obey me. It'll just be easier.

I patted her cheek with a smile. "There. Not so hard. You deserve a treat, but you're going to need to ask nicely for it."

I lowered my hand to the hem of her skirt and lifted it to expose her soft pink panties. Victoria's Secret, because of course they are.

I slip my hand down the front of her panties, exploring with my soft, skilled fingers. I pass over the short course hair of a trimmed bush to the luxuriously soft folds of her sex, not even a little wet. That's not often been the case with my playthings. "Oh, what's this? Are you not having any fun?"

She shook and thrashed against the wall but I had all the leverage, easily holding her arms folded above her head. "No, you sick freak, leave me alone-ah!"

I gently parted the folds of her pussy and explored until I found moisture, spreading it around and around until everything was nice and slick for me to play with. She responded beautifully as I began working her clit, blushing and gasping softly.

"Oh ho, what's this? Does no one ever touch you like this? Or are you just a slut who melts for anyone?" I teased as she tried to squeeze her legs together to keep me away. I jabbed her upper thigh hard with my knee until she spread her legs again, shaking slightly.

"Look, I get it." I said, watching the conflict of shame and pleasure play out on her features as I very gently massaged her little button. "You're repressed. Your boyfriend takes advantage, and you have no idea what you even want. Do you even masturbate?"

Her breathing deepened and she moaned softly as I worked her a little faster. "Let me go. I don't want this." Her voice was weak, lacking conviction.

"No, princess. This is happening, and I think you do want it." I pinched her clit and **** a sharp gasp of pleasure to prove it.

She was getting close and stopped arguing with me. She just looked away from me, embarrassed, and closed her eyes as her pleasure mounted. My fingers were working overtime. Her lips parted in anticipation of something incredible and then I pulled my hand out of her panties and waited.

Her eyes opened, full of concern and betrayal. She looked at me. "What? Why did you... What are... But I..." She panted, unable to form a coherent sentence. She really had it bad, the poor girl.

"You haven't asked nicely yet." I said, my voice very calm and firm, like a parent chiding a child. "Ask me nicely for what you want and you might get it."

She groaned in frustration, her blush deepening. "No! F-f-f-ahhhh" she caught herself again, barely, and I raised an eyebrow

She struggled against my grip on her apron strings and I held her easily. She whined. "... please."

I grinned. "Please, what, Sarah? Is there something you want from me?"

She glared at me for a moment and then sighed, relaxing, defeated. "I can't."

I laughed and plunged my hand down her panties again. "Oh you will, don't worry. I have lots of time." She gasped as I brushed against her swollen clit again.

She was going to be a lot more fun than I thought.