This story continues on from "Nika is sold to a lesbian mistress". Though this chapter also works as a stand-alone story.
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Nika heard the front door slam and ran to see her Mistress. She found her in the living room slumped in an armchair nursing a large whisky. Nika obediently knelt at her feet. Looking up she saw that Katya seemed to be on the verge of tears. She had never seen her Mistress in such a state. One of the main reasons she enjoyed serving her was that she had always appeared so confident and in control. Nika did not know what to do. Could she risk invading her Mistress' privacy? Was it a slave's place to commiserate? No it was unthinkable. She just knelt at her feet, looking up, desperately hoping she could do something to comfort her. Katya didn't say anything, she just quietly sipped her drink, staring into the middle distance. As Nika waited, she saw a tear roll down Katya's cheek. God, Nika wanted to help, she would do anything for her Mistress. But she simply didn't dare open her mouth. When eventually Katya started to talk, her story was confused and disjointed. Understanding her monologue was not made any easier by Katya's use of the full gamut of four letter words. Nika thought she was saying that she was about to lose her job and her company. But she didn't interrupt or ask for details. Even so, it was very evident that her Mistress was very angry. She was incredibly bitter at how she had been treated by someone called Lazarev. As she finished her whisky she looked down at her slave.
"Will you have to sell me, Mistress?"
Katya smiled for the first time that evening, "No don't worry. Financially I'm fine. It is just I have spent the last ten years building up the company and I can't bear the thought that I will have to surrender control."
Nika tried to interest her Mistress in taking her to bed, but without success. The next evening Katya wasn't much better. This time she explained the situation a little more coherently. The result was that by the end of the month she would be out of a job. She explained a bastard called Gennady Lazarev had deftly insinuated himself into the company and with allies had built up his stake so that he controlled the majority of the shares. There was now little she could do but wait and accept her fate of being voted off the Board at the next meeting. Nika had never seen her Mistress so angry. She simply hated this Lazarev guy. She explained that she had founded WFL ten years before, whilst still living at home. Growing WFL had been her life's work and she simply could not let it go. She was too old to start again.
Now Nika understood the situation, she felt she must try to help. She spent all the next day thinking of ideas, ranging from injecting Lazarev with untraceable poisons from the Amazon to sabotaging his car. At last she thought of a scheme that she was certain would work. That evening Nika explained her 'cunning plan' to her Mistress. Katya hated it, as Nika explained in more detail, she hated it even more. No, it was one of the most ludicrous ideas she had ever heard. But by the end of the discussion somehow or other she had agreed to it.
Gennady often dropped in at his local bar, the Smolny, for a quick drink after work. He had a nodding acquaintanceship with many of his fellow patrons. What he really appreciated was the fact that they respected his privacy. The bar was about the only place where he was not under pressure. He could simply have a quiet beer and chat. He could gossip with Marvin about the hockey or bitch about Putin, and wind down. This half hour became increasing important to him. He sometimes reflected it was the only thing that kept him sane. Almost all his other acquaintances, and his very few friends, knew of his wealth and influence, and he always felt they wanted something. He simply couldn't properly relax in their company.
One Wednesday in October he got to the bar and saw a pretty young woman drinking alone. He was well past the age when he would even consider chasing women, but there was something about this girl that he found deeply appealing. When he tried to make conversation, she politely gave him the brush-off. He was intrigued, her ethereal beauty attracted him, at an emotional level. The next evening he returned and the girl was there again. This time they spoke, she introduced herself as Sofia Tebenkova. She refused a drink, but was pleasant. After a few minutes her phone went and she excused herself. In her absence Gennady looked over her conference folder. It seemed she was attending a 'Unix' conference and he saw it was due to end on the following day. So it seemed as if this was his last chance to get acquainted. When she returned she picked up her papers and apologised for having to leave. To his surprise, she asked if he was likely to be around the following day. Gennady did not want to seem too enthusiastic, but said he hoped to drop by for a quick drink. He was rewarded with a dazzling smile.
The next day for the first time in years, Gennady left work early. Sure enough Sofia was in the bar. But instead of the well-tailored business suits that she had worn on the previous occasions, she was wearing a sleeveless black dress; very elegant but also Gennady noticed very short. Gennady sat down beside her and began to make casual conversation. She reacted brightly, explaining she had survived five days of the conference and proposed to party in a big way that evening. She asked him about the best nightclubs in the area and what he did when he wanted to let his hair down. Gennady responded, all the time wondering how he could delay her exit.
After half an hour she rose and was about to say goodbye, when Gennady asked, "Can't I take you to dinner?"
"Gennady, it's kind but I need to blow off a lot of steam and although on most nights I would have accepted with pleasure, this evening I want something much wilder."
"Fine, what about dropping the food and getting truly drunk?"
Sofia smiled and Gennady thought he was about to be turned down, but she taunted him, "Are you really up to spending the night with a kinky teenager, who desperately wants to party."
"Try me."
"OK, my hotel is the Metropol, room 362. I will get the booze, if you get the coke. I have no real idea where to get it in Moscow."
Gennady had never bought drugs in his life, but he was not going to admit this. In the end a wad of dollars solved this problem. As he went up in the lift, he was almost faint with anticipation. It was like being an adolescent again. He took a deep breath and tried to relax. As he thought about Sofia, he wondered exactly what she did. He rather liked the idea of the girl balancing complex technical problems all day and becoming some sex goddess as soon as it became dark. As he stepped out of the lift, he gazed down the long corridor. The top floor was reserved for the largest, most expensive suites. Whatever Sofia did, her company must value her highly.
He nervously knocked and was greeted by Sofia dressed a short, black silk robe. She was obviously dispensed with her underwear, but didn't seem in the least embarrassed. Gennady felt her soft, warm body as she kissed him. This was going to be wonderful, he knew it. She offered him a glass of champagne and lounged on the sofa. The robe gradually eased open revealing a more than a hint of cleavage, "I want to play, and play hard. In Rostov I am well known, so have to be Miss Prim-and-proper. Here I want to sample every vice on offer."
Gennady felt the warmth of her sensuous body as she snuggled next to him. Sofia eased her hand over his cotch and gently massaged it. Gennady gingerly slipped his hand beneath her robe. She did not resist as he began to stroke her soft inner thigh. She rested her elbow on the back of the sofa and stared at him. Gradually she moved closer, so her mouth was a mere inch away from his. She then slowly opened her lips and tenderly kissed Gennady. She smiled and kissed him again. As she kissed him for a third time, she squeezed his very erect cock. When she was happy he was fully aroused, she languidly rose and let her robe fall to the ground. Her slim body was simply magnificent. It was that of an athlete; small pert tits, long toned legs and the most wonderful shaved pussy. Without saying anything, she straddled him and began to undo his tie. As she slowly removed is clothes, she kissed his chest and whispered how much she had been looking forward to getting him into bed. Gennady felt incredibly horny. Sofia's body was perfect. He just wanted to do it justice. As she stroked his penis, he felt pride at the results of the hours he had done in the gym. She caressed him as if was the most attractive and important man she had ever met. When he was finally naked, she led him to the bed and lay down. Spreading her legs, she carefully poured cocaine in a line just above her pussy, "Come on, let's party!"
Gennady has never seen such a beautiful sight, for once he was in the right place at the right time. The drugs were new to him but he couldn't bear to admit his inexperience to a teenager. He'd seen people taking cocaine in the movies, so knew what to do, He therefore rolled up a 5,000 Rouble note and snorted the line. He felt a mild burning sensation in his nose, but this was nothing compared to the surge of confidence. Sofia leant over and kissed him, gently fondling his erection. As she kissed him again she began to ease Gennady's cock towards her pussy. She whispered, "Fuck me, fuck me hard." Gennady felt an almost indescribable surge of pleasure as he entered her. Sofia seemed even more enthusiastic. Clasping him tightly as he rammed away, she returned his attention with amazing vigour. She moved from one position to another as they tumbled over the bed. Gennady had never experienced sex like it. He couldn't possibly get enough of this perfect, perfect girl. His orgasm when it came was monumental.
He lay back infinitely satisfied, but Sofia would not stop. She immediately got down on her knees and started giving him a blowjob. It was slow and supremely erotic. To his surprise, he quickly regained his erection. But Sofia wouldn't let him move, she sucked and licked with almost insatiable desire, repeatedly bringing him close to another orgasm. He watched the girl strain to please him, sweating profusely with the effort.
Eventually she looked up at him, smiling and told him she was yearning for anal sex. Sofia looked delightful as she crouched, legs well spread on the bed. Gennady knelt behind her, feeling her soft, smooth thighs. The second time was if anything even better. Sofia's screamed with pleasure as she came again. She then pulled him onto the bed and embraced him. Her hands immediately went for his balls, but Gennady pleaded with her to give him recover.
She wagged her finger and told him playfully that she would bring him to at least two more orgasms before she released him. He felt blissful. They dozed in each other's arms for a time, before Sofia moved him onto his front and started to massage him. Gennady knew he would be a physical wreck by the morning, but what she was doing was wonderful. He felt her crotch move over his buttocks. This was divine. Gennady felt his penis gradually become erect.
Sofia leaned forward and whispered, "Let's play a game. I said I was a kinky girl. So what would you think to be becoming your personal dominatrix? Will you faithfully obey me if I promise you experiences you have never even dreamed of?"
Gennady was feeling very turned on. He loved the idea of deviant sex with the girl, "I'm on for anything you have in mind."
"OK, I am going to take change. From now on you will submit to my orders. If you don't you will be punished. For a start no more Sofia, you will call me ma'am. Understand?"
"Yes, ma'am." Gennady couldn't wait.
Sofia continued to kiss and caress him, "I am going to get my riding crop and then we can have some real fun."
Gennady was eager to play. She really was the sort of woman that men worshipped. He had never felt so desperately horny in his life.
