{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"1459ba86-a75c-4583-8e1d-f370913235c2","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2022-09-08T17:03:23.864Z","title":"Sarah Recruits an Intern","slug":"sarah-recruits-an-intern","shortId":"h4mnVtpw","authorNote":"As with the other Sarah stories, all the people featured here are real, and the events are based on things that the author and her friends have chatted about or cybered together.\n\nThis one is written with love, specifically for a very mucky little girl. She knows exactly who she is. xx","disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Sarah, in her high-powered job, still hasn't been allowed to recruit her own PA, but she has been asked to travel to the company's Seattle office to interview interns for a new project she is managing. She hopes to be able to offer a full time position to at least one of them. Little does the company know that she already has a candidate in mind.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"fcb69e6e-8409-4fbe-95a9-ad2807cfd766","title":null,"summary":" The Interview Sarah, in her high-powered job still hasn't been allowed ","wordCount":7869,"readTime":39,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

The Interview

Sarah, in her high-powered job still hasn't been allowed to recruit her own PA, but she has been asked to travel to the company's Seattle office to interview interns for a new project she is managing. She hopes to be able to offer a full time position to at least one of them. Little does the company know that she already has a candidate in mind.

---

\"Rachel Thorne?\" Sarah poked her head out of the meeting room door to call the next applicant in.

The girl walked in nervously, but smiling and making eye contact, which was a good thing.

\"Rachel, hi, I’m Sarah, I am based in the UK but running the project you will be involved in. My colleague James here will be your line manager\" We introduced ourselves a little and set the scene, giving a few details of what the project would involve before moving on.

\"Ok Rachel, why don't you tell me a little about yourself and your education?\"

The girl began, recounting a decent, if unremarkable education up to that point. Her grades were acceptable but nothing special.

She gave some ideas about her likes and hobbies and studiously avoided mentioning anything that could be interpreted as political.

Beige, Sarah thought. She could probably do the job but was in danger of fading into the background already. Sarah wanted someone who would bring changes or brighten the place up.

\"Thank you, Rachel,\", she said at the end of the fairly short interview \"You'll hear back from HR by the end of the week.\"

The girl walked out. Sarah shook her hand and glanced into the corridor, two people still sat there expectantly. She returned to get her paperwork, glancing at the name at the top

\"Steven?\" the young man looked up, smiled and immediately approached me with his hand held out.

\"Yeah, Hi, I'm Steven, can I just say what an absolute pleasure it is to be given the opportunity to talk to you today!\" He gushed. Sarah forced a plastic smile onto her face, her innate Britishness cringing at the fake enthusiasm. She hated this game, though with Americans she was never sure it was a game. If a British person introduced themselves like that she knew they were being insincere, but it happened so often in America, maybe he should be given the benefit of the doubt?

\"Please come in Steven. This is James. I'm sorry we kept you, we had quite a few people to interview. Have you been waiting long?\"

\"No problem Ma'am\" he said, smiling and being annoyingly genuine, \"about 40 minutes\".

Sarah and James proceeded to do the same introductory speech before asking Steven the same set of questions we had asked Rachel and the 5 other candidates before her.

He was excellent, great education, top grades in almost all subjects and had done his research about the company and Sarah's department. She couldn't fault him. She also hated him. The prospect of that shiny, insincere grin and fake enthusiasm being funnelled to her in Teams meetings every day filled her with loathing. It's probably unfair, but right now the job was Rachel's if it was up to her.

As they showed Steven out, James looked at Sarah giving her the 'that's the one, right?' look. Sarah grimaced, shaking her head \"I don't know, he didn't seem sincere, though he certainly was competent.\"

\"Clara?\" Sarah said, calling in the last remaining candidate. The girl looked up, her expression one more of relief than anything else. She had been waiting nearly an hour so it was hardly surprising.

As she walked in to the interview room Clara looked uncomfortable. Sarah thought she detected a slight limp or unsteady gait as the girl moved.

\"Please have a seat Clara\" Sarah said, before launching into the same introductory speech she'd been giving for the last couple of hours.

\"Have you been waiting long?\"

\"About an hour Ma'am, but its ok, I don't mind waiting for you\". Sarah smiled, enjoying the girl's demure speech pattern. James started to ask her a few questions from his notes, each of which she answered carefully and confidently. She was smart, and her answers and words to him contradicted the apparent nervousness her body language conveyed, and the very different way in which she spoke to Sarah.

\"How far away do you live Clara?\" James asked, apparently impressed with her answers.

\"Actually, not far, I'm was out east state but I just finished college and a friend and I moved to an apartment in Seattle this week. This interview is really good timing!\" Clara looked happy about this but there was still something in her expression that James couldn't quite read.

The interview progressed and Sarah and James were both impressed with Clara's answers. Sarah and James both knew an interview was as much about the candidate finding the right job for them as it was about finding the right candidate so it was important to give them an opportunity to ask questions about the company and about the position.

\"Clara, this is your opportunity to ask about the company and the job. We're nearing the end of the interview and have covered most of what we wanted to know. Is there anything you want to ask us?\" Sarah asked, smiling kindly at the girl, who still looked quite uncomfortable.

Clara's face actually reddened \"Miss, may I please use the bathroom?\"

Sarah smiled \"Oh sorry sweetheart, you've been waiting for ages, haven't you? Of course, it's just down the hall on the left. We can continue in a minute.\"

Clara scuttled out of the room looking very embarrassed. James looked at Sarah with a wry smile on his face \"Maybe we should have interviewed her first? She was barely sat there an hour.\"

\"Poor thing\" said Sarah \"she's probably just nervous. This is a great opportunity for her, there's probably a ton of things going on in her head right now\".

Clara walked quickly down the corridor, her face beetroot, searching for the bathroom, almost walking into the men's in her haste to get there. A few minutes later she walked out, still blushing, and headed back to the interview room.

She could see Sarah and James sat in the room through the glass, Sarah on her phone, James reading his notes. She knocked quietly before being motioned back into the room by James. Sarah did not look up from her phone for a few moments.

\"Welcome back Clara\" she said, \"Have a seat and we'll continue. Did you think of any questions for us?\"

Clara took a moment to compose herself, then asked an impressive array of intelligent questions and the interview concluded positively. When she had left Sarah and James discussed her performance and how she compared to the other candidates, most notably Steven as he was really the only other one worth considering, despite Sarah's opinion on his over enthusiasm.

\"She's clearly the best candidate\" James said to Sarah

\"Are you sure?\" she replied \"I know I didn't take too well to Steven but I won't be working directly with him very often, and it might just be my lack of enthusiasm about his enthusiasm\"

\"Nah, he was way too fake for my liking too\". James continued \"Clara is the one we want. She seems easily embarrassed so might have to toughen up but I was really impressed.”

\"Agreed\" smiled Sarah. \"I'm sure working for us will help her to grow into herself. I think she'll be fun to work with\"

\"I've got to be somewhere if you don't mind James, can you file the notes with HR and let them know our decision?\"

\"Sure\"

\"Thanks, call me if there are any issues. I'll see you tomorrow otherwise\"

Sarah left, walking out of the meeting room and straight to the bathroom. When she emerged, she had a smile on her face. She headed towards reception, out through the main door and turned down the street to head to Starbucks to grab a coffee.

---

Clara walked into Starbucks and ordered a latte, the barista asked how her day was and Clara told her she'd just been for an interview, that it had been pretty intense but she thought it went well. The barista smiled, telling her she was sure she'd done fine and asked her name so she could write it on the cup.

\"Oh, you're Clara? I think we have an order for you already\". The barista reached underneath the counter and gave Clara a bag. \"There you go, you called it in earlier, did you forget because of the interview nerves?\"

Clara smiled, avoiding eye contact and mumbled a quiet 'thank you' before taking a seat, coffee and mysterious bag in hand.

She opened the bag to discover a pink lollipop and a blueberry muffin. She was sure she didn't order these. Could her nervousness have made her forget something like that?

She nursed her latte, flushed and shaking, the interview had made her so nervous but she was so excited too, she thought she'd done well, but that damn bathroom trip! She'd never been so embarrassed in her life. What a thing to have to do in the middle of an interview!

Just as she was starting to relax, she looked up as a customer walked in and realised it was Sarah, and the embarrassment returned ten-fold, her face suddenly hot, her heart beating faster and her hands shaky; she held on to the coffee to keep them still.

Sarah saw Clara and smiled at her, before asking if she could sit with her. Clara nodded wordlessly and Sarah went to buy herself a coffee before sitting down next to the agitated girl.

\"You did very well Clara, you should be proud of yourself\"

Clara barely responded, a slight, stuttered noise escaping her mouth, but nothing else. She stared at the floor, her face red and her entire body hot as she tried to compose herself before answering.

\"Thank you, Sarah, it was a really *exciting* interview\", she eventually managed. \"I've never been interviewed like that before.\" She looked around anxiously making eye contact with the barista who raised her eyebrows as if questioning Clara 'is that who interviewed you?'. She nodded & blushed even more, if that were possible, and looked away.

Sarah and Clara chatted for a couple of minutes, as the barista watched them, curious and wondering why the girl still looked so nervous this long after her interview. She supposed the presence of Clara's potential soon-to-be boss had thrown her somewhat.

Sarah stood and walked up to the counter. \"I can't stay but I think she could do with another coffee if she wants one\" she said, motioning to Clara. \"Can I pay for one now and she can ask for it when she's ready?\" The barista said that would be fine, so Sarah paid and then walked out without another glance at Clara.

\"Hey Clara, she paid for another coffee for you, give me a shout when you want it, ok?\" the barista called across. Clara looked up, just tucking into the muffin that had been in the bag and nodded wordlessly, a small smile on her face.

Some time later Clara, looking slightly calmer now, asked for her second coffee. Once she had drunk it she popped to the bathroom, and came out a couple of minutes later, lollipop in her mouth, smiled at the barista shyly and left. The barista shook her head, that girl was still red in the face!

---

After she left the coffee shop, Sarah got her car from the office car park and drove to an apartment about 20 minutes away. She rang the bell and a young woman answered. \"Oh, you must be Mary?\" Sarah asked.

\"Ohh, hiiii\" answered Mary \"you're Sarah, right?\"

Sarah nodded \"May I come in?\"

Mary opened the door and gestured for Sarah to come in, she was expecting the visitor.

\"Nice place\" said Sarah. And it was, despite the unpacked boxes, evidence Mary had just moved in.

\"Would you like a coffee?\" Mary asked, \"Thats very kind but I just had one, do you perhaps have something stronger? A white wine with some ice would be amazing\" said Sarah.

\"Sure, I thought we might want a drink so I have some in the fridge I think I’ll have a glass too\". Mary walked into the kitchen to get the drinks while Sarah explored the apartment, small but well decorated, two bedrooms, a decent size living room and kitchen, and even a bathtub in the bathroom, which was a surprise, Sarah had expected only a shower.

\"Here you go\" said Mary, handing Sarah a glass, \"enjoy\". \"I shall, thank you Mary\" replied Sarah.

\"Did you find the box I mentioned\" asked Sarah after taking a couple of mouthfuls of wine.

\"I did\" smiled Mary. \"That was quite a surprise!\"

\"But not *that* much of a surprise, surely?\" said Sarah.

Mary giggled \"Well no, not *that* much of a surprise, the request coming from London Lady but still...\"

London Lady. Sarah smiled at the term. It was accurate, but implied so much more than just where she was from.

“Can I see it please?” asked Sarah. Mary showed her to one of the bedrooms where there was one box set aside from the others. “Have you looked inside?”

Mary blushed a little “I wanted to, but thought I probably shouldn’t.”

Sarah grinned “I have no such qualms. Shall we have a look?” Just as she said it there was the sound of a key being put in the lock on the front door. “Never mind, it can wait” said Sarah, “lets take a seat in the living room, shall we?”

They both walked back to the living room and sat down just as the front door opened and someone walked into the hallway.

The door closed very quietly. Whoever was there was being very careful, but they stayed in the hallway. For a moment there was silence, then what sounded like someone taking off their coat and shoes.

Sarah looked at Mary and asked her about her day, how her job was going. The two women ignored whoever was in the hallway. “May I have another glass of wine please Mary?” asked Sarah after a few minutes “that was very nice”

“Sure, give me a sec” said Mary, getting up and walking to the kitchen. As she passed through the hall she glanced towards the front door. A moment later she returned, again glancing towards the door but saying nothing. She handed Sarah the glass and sat down.

“Thank you sweetheart.” Sarah paused, “Are you ok Mary? You look a little flustered.”

“Umm, yeah, I’m fine, I just...”

“Just what?”

“Err, I just wasn’t expecting that”

“Expecting what darling?”

“Oh god. Expecting her, like that.”

“Who dear? And like what?” Sarah asked, something like concern on her face.

Mary swallowed, pointing. “Her. Naked in the hallway.”

---

“Umm, can I please use the bathroom” A quiet and slightly distorted voice came from the hallway. Sarah and Mary still sat on the sofa drinking wine, Sarah quite relaxed but Mary quite agitated by this point.

Sarah ignored the voice. “Naked?” she said. “That doesn’t sound right, are you sure?”

Mary stammered “w, well, not naked, she’s got a bra and stockings on, but nothing else!”

Sarah called out “Come in here Clara!”

Clara walked in, beautiful and tall , several inches taller than Sarah in fact, but head bowed and partially hidden face absolutely scarlet.

“Goodness, she has indeed. She appears to have lost her panties!”

Sarah reached into her bag, taking out something delicate and lacy “Are these yours dear?” She said, looking at Clara.

Clara didn’t even look up “Yes Miss” she said in a tiny voice.

“Speak up girl!” said Sarah sharply, “How come I have them in my bag?”.

Clara blushed even more furiously. “I took them off during my interview and left them behind”.

“What else did you do Clara?”

“I put them in my mouth and fingered myself”

Mary gasped.

By now the multiple coffees and embarrassment had Clara squirming, her knees together and her hands pressed into her stomach.

“Do you need the bathroom darling?” Asked Sarah. Clara nodded “Well, it will have to wait. We have more important things to do first.

Mary was telling me all about your box of toys in your bedroom”

Clara stared, eyes wide open in shock, as did Mary who stammered “I, I didn’t look!”

“Its ok, I’m winding you up” said Sarah “Mary was a very good girl and didn’t look, even though she had the chance. We shall investigate together later.

First, Mary I just want to check you are comfortable with this. I know we had a brief chat before, and I know this isn’t *exactly* your thing, but it is going to get more intense. You are free to leave, or I can, if you are uncomfortable.” Sarah looked at Clara “And the same for you Clara, are you ok?”

Both girls nodded, Clara clearly feeling a mix of terror and arousal, Mary more curiosity than anything else, but not entirely just that.

“Mary, I know you know this already but Clara and I have been doing this online for a while, though this is the first time we have met in person. She’s told you about her ‘London Lady’ and you know some of what has passed between us. I just want to make it clear that it is important that your relationship with Clara is not affected by anything that happens here. She is still the same kind, intelligent and loyal friend she always was, nothing changes, other than possibly confirmation of some of the kinkier aspects in her you probably suspected but didn’t want to pry.”

Sarah paused. “So, I ask again, are you comfortable with this?” Mary nodded. “Speak girl!”

“Yes Sarah, I am comfortable with this.”

“Fabulous. Clara, you can stop calling me Miss now.” Mary looked a little confused. Sarah smiled “She has another name for me, don’t you dear?”

Clara nodded, whispering “yes Mommy”.

Sarah stood, smiling “do you still need to pee, baby?”

Clara whispered again “yes Mommy”. Sarah laughed. “Good! Mary, you can continue to call me Sarah. It is your choice how much you observe or participate. If at any time you start to feel like you’re unhappy, let me know and we can talk about it. I one hundred percent respect Clara’s boundaries, though I do push against them” Sarah paused, a little giggle escaping, “but I do not know yours so please be sure to speak up before you’re upset, ok?”

Mary again said she understood and was ok with what was happening.

“Would you like some wine Clara?” The almost naked girl pulled a face, she didn’t, not while she needed to pee so badly, but she knew it wasn’t really a question. “Be a dear and fetch little baby here a glass of wine would you Mary?”

Mary scuttled off rather quickly to pour another glass, calling from the kitchen and asking if Sarah wanted more. She didn’t, it was important to keep her wits about her right now. Mary however poured herself a large glass. She returned and held out Clara’s glass to her, who reached out and was about to take it when Sarah took her outstretched hand and gently pushed it back to her side. “not for little girls right now. You can earn the right to do it yourself later.” Sarah took the glass from Mary and held it to Claras lips, telling her to drink a couple of mouthfuls. Clara complied, grateful for the slight warmth the alcohol provided, but fearful of her overfull bladder.

“Stand up straight girl, legs apart”. Sarah did not need to raise her voice, Clara complied immediately, a grimace on her face as her spread legs pulled on her bladder, making her need to pee even more.

In a moment I am going to inspect her . It is important that she presents herself well, and equally important that she has followed her instructions.

First though, I think we need a reminder of her instructions.”. Sarah handed a piece of paper to Clara, asking her to tell Mary what it was, and to read it out.

“It...its a letter from Sarah...”

Sarah coughed, looking pointedly at Clara, who started again

“Its a letter from Mommy”, Sarah smiled as Clara continued, her voice shaky, her face red as she prepared to read it out to Mary, “it's a letter with instructions on how I was to behave for the interview and some other things. There’s some private things in there too, but also a section she specifically said I should read out when asked.

---

Clara thought back to when she had received the letter, oddly and rather formally in the post, not the email she had expected. The paper had an *almost* perfumed smell to it. She had been so turned on when she received it that she stopped what she was doing, took it to her bedroom and read it with her fingers buried in her cunt.

The Letter

My dear little slut,

I have arranged an interview for you for an internship at the company I work for. I know you need a job, and I have genuine professional high hopes that this one will be a great career choice for you. Its a good company to work for and in this instance you would even be reporting indirectly to me. I think you're absolutely capable of doing it and I know you well enough to know I would cheerfully hire you without an interview if such a thing were possible.

However, company policy, and an interest in keeping our personal relationship separate from a professional one means that you will need to attend an interview if you choose to apply.

There will be a letter coming in the post from our HR department to invite you to a formal interview. I have told them I met you at a graduate fair the last time I was in Seattle and that you impressed me so I kept your details. Please ensure you corroborate this.

I cannot guarantee you will get the job; I wish I could, but we have a scoring system that ensures the best candidate wins. If you choose to apply, we will talk before the interview to ensure you are as well prepared as possible. That conversation will be a professional one, you need to be as focused as possible.

The remaining contents of this letter however, are a set of instructions and rules. You are not obliged to follow them, but if you choose to follow one, you must follow them all, without deviation. The instructions are specific to the interview, the rules will apply if you are successful in your application.

It is important that you understand that as I am effectively sponsoring you, your conduct reflects on me. While you are reporting to me our personal relationship must remain a secret. That said, the rules must still be followed at all times, *unless* there is a genuine risk of discovery or disclosure that could be embarrassing to me. Note that states embarrassing to me. I intend to spent a good deal of time enjoying your embarrassment Clara, but not at the expense of your professional reputation, I promise.

Everything above is just between you and me. The remainder of this email you will read out loud when you are told to.

---

Clara swallowed, tried to compose herself and then read the remainder of the letter out loud for Mary’s benefit.

“Your interview instructions:

1. You may wear whatever you consider to be an acceptable interview outfit.

2. Underneath however, ensure you are neatly shaven in your preferred style and choose your underwear with care. I will inspect you at some point.

3. You may not use the bathroom for at least two hours before your interview.

4. Be sure to drink plenty of water while you are waiting for your interview, I do not want you to be dehydrated after all.

5. During your interview there will be an opportunity for you to ask questions. Ensure your first question is 'Miss may I please use the bathroom?'

6. When in the bathroom you will immediately check your phone for messages and do exactly as you are told, without questioning it, without making a sound.

Your post interview instructions:

1. Regardless of anything else that happens, when you arrive home you will strip to your underwear as soon as the front door is closed.

2. You will kneel, and wait in the hallway for further instructions.

3. You might be quite in need of the bathroom by this point. If there is anyone else in the apartment, you may ask them for permission to pee. If there is nobody there you will have to wait.

4. Aside from asking to pee, you will speak only when spoken to until I say otherwise.

5. You will hand over your phone, unlocked, to anyone in the apartment who asks for it.

Clara breathed, unable to make eye contact with Mary and deliberately avoiding Sarah’s amused gaze. She wished Mary had been out today.

Mary giggled, “you were busting for a pee even before you got there, oh my gosh!”

Clara nodded, also busting for a pee right now and it was starting to become a problem.

“Give Mary your phone Clara” Sarah instructed, waiting while Clara got it from her bag, unlocked it and handed it to Mary. “Good girl, now hands behind your head and legs apart”.

Clara complied, her discomfort obvious in her face, but it was not clear to anyone there which was worse for her, her overly full bladder or her embarrassment at being exposed like this, her secrets being shared with Mary while she stood there almost naked, waiting for some kind of inspection and hoping she’d be allowed to use the bathroom soon. It wasn’t going to be long before she wet herself otherwise.

Mary stared to read the messages on the phone, starting at the point Clara went to the bathroom during the interview.

The bathroom conversation

London Lady: Which cubicle are you in, when viewed from the bathroom door?

Me: The one on the left

London Lady: Take off your panties and put them in your mouth.

Before you pee, use two fingers in your pussy. If you need to, suck on them first. Finger yourself till you're wet, I know that won’t take long, even in this stressful environment because you’re a mucky bitch. Lick your fingers clean afterwards, I want to smell your cunt on your breath in the meeting room.

Now you can pee.

Leave your panties on the shelf behind you and come back when you're done.

When you leave the interview, head left down the street to Starbucks and wait there for me.

“Oh my god!” Mary was almost speechless, surprised at the depth of Claras submission to London Lady, to Sarah. Even in a job interview she was doing mucky things to please her!

Mary looked at Clara, her nipples hard and obvious through her bra, and she was pretty sure she could see a glistening of something between her legs. Was the poor girl about to wet herself or incredibly turned on?

Clara knew it was both of those things. She’d never been so turned on in her life. She could feel her pussy leaking, wetness seeping onto her thighs, and she knew she was going to wet herself soon too.

Sarah looked on impassively, watching Clara’s face as the desperate girl stood there, waiting for an inspection that seemed forever coming.

“Tell Mary about Starbucks darling” Sarah asked kindly, Clara wasn’t sure if it was kindness or mocking, but she did as she was asked.

“I went straight there after the interview and ordered a coffee, and the woman there gave me a bag she said I ordered earlier, but I didn’t, Mommy did! She ordered me a blueberry muffin and a lollipop. I drank my coffee till Mommy came in, we talked about the interview for a while, then she bought me another coffee and left.”

“What else Clara?” Sarah prompted.

“umm, she told me to eat the muffin if I wanted” “Clara, do not make me tell Mary myself” Sarah spoke sharply, and Clara continued “She told me that when I had finished the second coffee I could go to the bathroom, but I wasn’t allowed to pee. I had to edge instead.”

“You had to edge?” queried Mary

“Oh god” said Clara, so flustered at this point she wasn’t even sure if Mary knew about edging and was enjoying her discomfort or was genuinely unaware.

“Its where you, umm, play with yourself”

“Say it properly girl” Sarah interjected.

Clara blushed deeper, if that were even possible at this stage.

“Its where you, umm, masturbate but don’t have an orgasm, you get right to the point where its going to happen and then you stop.”

Mary nodded, Clara still couldn’t tell if she was playing along or not.

“We can explain to Mary all about what an edging slut you are later dear” Sarah said, “continue with the story please.”

Clara complied, “So instead of peeing I had to edge, I mean I had to masturbate until I got to the edge, and then stop. Once I got there, she told me I had to put the lollipop in my mouth and rub my clit till I edged again. I wasn’t allowed to swallow until I had left the store.”

“What did the lollipop make you do Clara?” Sarah asked slyly

“Drool Miss.” She blushed. “I had drool running down my neck and onto my top by the time I left, I tried so hard to keep it in but it was impossible. I was so embarrassed walking past the barista on the way out!”

Mary giggled “you really are a mucky thing, aren’t you? And all this for a woman you’ve only ever spoken to online until very recently?”

“Are you shocked Mary?”, asked Sarah.

Mary laughed “maybe a little, I mean we’ve known each other for years, and I know she’s got a few interesting kinks but I had no idea she was quite so compliant!”

Sarah grinned “Edging and orgasm denial does that to a girl. She hasn’t cum in weeks!” As she talked, she offered Clara another couple of mouthfuls of wine. Clara drank it eagerly, despite her b now desperate need to pee.

The inspection...

Clara stood hands still behind her head, legs still apart, her overfull bladder causing a little belly bulge that Sarah thought was very pretty. She admired this beautiful, tall girl with the prettiest lacy bra covering up large perky tits, but failing to hide her nipples, which were hard and easily visible through the thin fabric.

She put the glass down on the table and proceeded to search through her bag, looking for something, before eventually pulling out a pair of black leather gloves, and holding them up so Clara could see clearly what she was doing, proceeded to slip each one on, very slowly, clenching each hand in turn once they were on to fit them into place. The leather squeaked very gently as the fingers rubbed together.

Clara stared, the pain of her bladder forgotten as she watched this Goddess in front of her pull the gloves on. She knew what was coming. She was terrified, but she wasn’t just terrified, she was about as turned on as she had ever been. Sarah had only very recently discovered that Clara had a thing for black gloves. It seemed a good time to see exactly how much of a thing.

“Mary, I don’t know where this dirty little girl has been, hence the gloves. You can never be too careful.

Clara, I am going to inspect you now. I want to ensure that you have followed all my instructions. Your hands are to remain behind your head at all times unless I tell you otherwise. You are not to talk or make a sound. If I hear a peep out of you it will be worse for you, do you understand?”

“Ye-”

“shh!” Sarah frowned, looking around her before picking something up off the coffee table “Just the thing. It’s a shame you were so careless with them, they are very pretty, and I’m glad to see they match your bra.” Sarah held up the panties Clara had been told to leave behind in the bathroom during her interview. She looked closer, the sticky evidence of just how much Clara had enjoyed her interview plain to see.

“I don’t think I can trust you not to talk, so open” Sarah held the stained panties to Clara’s mouth, she obediently opened it and Sarah gently stuffed them in, making sure not to push them too far back. She gave Clara a gentle pat on the cheek “Good girl”. Clara trembled, the sight of those gloves so close to her, on her face, almost too much to bear.

Sarah stepped behind the nervous girl and undid her bra, handing it to Mary. Clara’s bare breasts hardly moved; what a thing to be young thought Sarah, it was a long time since she had needed so little support. Sarah rolled the stockings down Clara’s long legs and helped her out of them. She looked good in them but Sarah wanted her completely naked.

Clara’s nipples could hardly be any harder, but that was no reason for Sarah to leave them alone. She reached out, grasping one in each hand and squeezed gently. Clara closed her eyes, barely able to cope with the extra stimulation, and trying very hard not to make a sound. This woman had barely touched her and she was close to tears, pain from her bladder and arousal in danger of overwhelming her. Sarah squeezed hard, Clara’s eyes shot open as she winced and breathed in suddenly, but she didn’t make a sound. Sarah smiled and squeezed again, this time Clara made eye contact, defiantly looking at Sarah as if challenging her.

Sarah rose to it, squeezing even harder. Clara flinched, her knees buckling slightly, but again she didn’t make a sound.

Sarah was impressed. “She’s a good girl, isn’t she Mary?” Mary nodded, speechless and wondering what this beautiful, evil woman from London was going to do next.

She didn’t have to wait to find out. Sarah let go of Clara’s nipples, before bending down and sucking each one very gently, looking up at Clara as she did it. No noise came from the girl as she experienced the sudden rush of blood back into her nipples and then soft, warm lips on them, eyes closing once more.

Sarah stepped back, then amused herself feeling Clara’s soft, firm tits, squeezing them gently as if inspecting fruit before lifting them up and letting them drop a few times, enjoying watching them bounce. She slapped one, gently, watching Clara for a reaction. Nothing. She slapped it again, a little harder, Clara had her eyes open and was staring straight in front of her. Sarah slapped her again, hard enough to leave a mark this time. Still nothing. Sarah squeezed the reddened breast hard before letting go and looking at Mary

“Would you like to have a go Mary?” The girl shyly shook her head, she was enjoying watching but wasn’t sure about joining in, at least not yet.

Sarah cast her eyes lower, running her hand over Clara’s full belly, squeezing it very gently, all the while looking at Clara, who did her best to remain impassive, but she flinched a little, her knees briefly coming together. Sarah soon put a stop to that, slapping her thighs until the girl regained the correct position.

“If you do that again Clara, I will make you wet yourself right here in the hallway, in front of Mary. Do you want that?” Clara shook her head, though in truth she was almost beyond caring, she just wanted to go.

Sarah slid her black-gloved fingers down from Clara’s belly towards the neat little landing strip she had, following its line down between the girls' legs, painfully slowly. Clara unconsciously pushed her hips out to meet the gloved hand, eager to finally be touched. Sarah smiled, and just cupped the girl's pussy, feeling the warmth emanating from it. She used her thumb to gently rub the needy girl’s clit, which was already standing proud. She kissed Claras neck as she folded two fingers inwards and slipped them inside her, not moving them, just holding them there, all the while listening for noises coming from Clara.

But Clara didn’t make a sound. The girl's determination to do as she was told was impressive. Sarah probed for a few seconds, exploring, more scientific than sexual, before removing her fingers. She held up her gloved hand to Clara’s face, showing her her own arousal, shiny on the black leather. Sarah removed the panties from Claras mouth, and offered her fingers. Still without a sound, Clara leant forwards and took the fingers into her mouth, licking and sucking her own mess from them eagerly. Sarah allowed her this pleasure for a few seconds before pushing her fingers deeper into Claras mouth and using the same scientific probing motion to explore this new hole. It didn’t take long before Clara gagged, silently but obviously, her body convulsing as the fingers hit the back of her throat.

Sarah smiled, wondering what else had been - or would go in there - that would make her gag. It would be fun to find out.

Clara had tears on her cheeks now, though it was not sure if it was happiness, pain, or a reflex from the fingers in her throat. Sarah kissed her on the lips, then licked the train of tears from her face before pushing the delicate panties back into her mouth.

Sarah took a step back. “Turn around girl”. Clara did as she was told, her back to the other women. Her exposed backside was now the focus of Saras attention. She prodded it, enjoying the firmness, then slapped one cheek then the other, watching as Clara flexed her muscles in response. Sarah loved arses, they were probably her favourite part of other women. And Clara’s apparently marked very easily, there was already visible marks from where Sarah had slapped her.

“look!” Sarah pointed them out to Mary, “Would you like a go? I bet you could leave a really good hand print on there!”. Mary started to shake her head but Sarah encouraged her, so Mary stepped forwards and delivered a gentle spank to Claras right cheek. “Oh not like that girl, like this!” Sarah smacked Clara’s left cheek hard – Clara remained admirably silent – and after a few seconds a hand print shape appeared, red and angry, on Claras pale skin. Sarah motioned to Mary to try again. She did, but missed the first time, getting Clara’s hip instead, before trying again and making contact, not as hard as Sarah had, but hard enough that Clara gasped, surprised her friend had hit her so hard. Sarah nodded to Mary, telling her to do it again. Mary did, then Sarah did, and nodded again to Mary who did it again. Each woman took it in turns to smack each side of Clara’s arse five or six times until she was flexing her buttocks in anticipation, and her skin was red all over.

Sarah smiled at Mary “Well done. Did you enjoy that?” Mary nodded, a little embarrassed, and rubbing her hand which was a little sore. “Are you ok, Clara?” she asked. The girl nodded her head slowly, still not making a sound. She really was going to wet herself if this kept on for much longer.

Sarah could see this was the case, the poor girl was trembling slightly, one knee turned slightly inward despite the instruction to keep her legs spread. She wouldn’t keep this going for much longer, but there was one final part to the inspection.

“Bend forward girl, stick out your arse”. Clara obeyed, nervous now, sticking her reddened bottom out for Sarah and Mary to admire.

“Show it to me”

Clara’s mind raced. Show it to her? She could see it. She wasn’t sure what to do.

“Use your hands, display it for me” Sarah said curtly.

Light dawned on Clara as she realised what she was expected to do and what the implications were. What was Sarah going to do? Anal was a limit for her, something she hadn’t done by herself, though she’d often thought about it, and she was terrified of what was going to happen now. But she wanted to do anything this delicious woman wanted, it felt ridiculously good just to do anything to please her.

She swallowed, then reached behind her, pulling her cheeks apart to show Sarah and Mary her pretty little hole.

Sarah smiled “Good girl”. Mary looked at Sarah, surprised she was pushing things this far, and deliberately avoiding looking at her friends most intimate place, exposed for them to see. Sarah just smiled back at Mary, mouthing at her not to worry.

Reaching round to Clara’s mouth, Sarah removed the now very wet panties before offering Clara a single gloved finger to suck on. Clara hesitated, knowing now exactly what was going to happen. Sarah kept her finger in front of Clara’s face, the scent of leather and her own pussy too much to bear as Clara eventually gave in and sucked on the finger hungrily. Sarah let her indulge herself for a few seconds, a little reward for being a good girl, before she removed her finger and stepped back again, out of Clara’s vision.

She slid her fingers over Clara’s swollen belly, her hip, down her thigh almost to her knee before sliding them back up again and slipping them between the trembling legs. She brushed Clara’s pussy lips gently before sliding upwards between the cheeks Clara held obediently open, her finger, wet from Clara’s mouth, coming to rest against the girls hole.

Sarah leant forward, whispering in Clara’s ear, “One day girl, I will deny you the use of your pussy. I will deny you the use of your clit. This hole here will become your only source of pleasure, and even then secondary only to pleasing me. I will be the primary source of your pleasure.

Clara made a strangulated noise, somewhere between a sob and a curse, and fell to her knees, catching herself with her hands so she did not fall all the way. “I’m sorry I’m sorry” she sobbed, “I’m so fucking turned on I can barely think and I’m going to wet myself, please Mommy, please!”

Sarah laughed kindly, also extremely turned on, surprised Clara had lasted this long. She looked at the girl, on her hands and knees now, wondering if she could take one last piece of indignity. Sarah looked at Mary who looked pleadingly back at her, clearly wanting Sarah to let Clara go and do what she needed to so badly.

“Ok baby” Sarah said slowly “You can have a release, but only one. You have earned an orgasm if you want it. Or you can go to the bathroom. There may not be another chance to earn an orgasm while I am here. If you decide to cum though, you will stand back in the inspection position until you wet yourself.” Sarah was pretty sure Clara would not pee in her own new hallway in exchange for an orgasm. She enjoyed her denial too much. Mary on the other hand was horrified that her friend was about to do something awful.

For Clara it wasn’t a hard decision, and Sarah was right, she loved her denial, and while she wanted an orgasm she wasn’t prepared to pay this price for it.

“Mommy, please may I use the bathroom?”

“Smart girl” Sarah nodded towards the bathroom. “Off you go.” Clara started to stand and Sarah stopped her with a single, sharp “ah”, gesturing she should stay on her knees. “You spoke when you were supposed to be silent. Little babies who can’t control themselves don’t get to walk like grownups. Crawl to the bathroom girl.”

Clara scurried off on her hands and knees without a sound. Mary laughed with relief.

Sarah called out once more “Clara, stay on your hands and knees, no getting up!”

Clara’s confused voice echoed from the bathroom “But how am I supposed to pee Miss? I can’t go on the floor?”

“Not my problem darling. But you have a bathtub, don’t you?”

Sarah stood and walked to the bathroom, Mary in tow. The two women watched as Clara, with as much dignity as she could muster, climbed into the bath without standing, arms first, then turning sideways and pulling each leg in. Once she was on her hands and knees in the bath she looked at Sarah pleadingly.

“Go on then, I thought you were bursting” Sarah said unsympathetically. Mary couldn’t believe what she was about to watch. Clara couldn’t believe it either. She wished she’d climbed in the other way, but she was facing the plug hole.

It was all too much. She let go, a trickle at first as nerves worked against her, then it came pouring out, splashing over her legs and arms and running over her hands. She pulled a face and hung her head and just let it all come out, humiliated, defeated.

She wasn’t sure what to do next, so when she had finished, she stayed there waiting for instructions, which never came.

Instead, she felt gentle hands on her hair, a whisper in her ear, kisses on her head, the noise of the shower running, water cold but warming quickly running over her knees and hands, then, when it was the right temperature Sarah showered her, rinsing her clean, using her spare hand rub away the mess, then starting to caress her gently once she was clean.

Clara looked up at Sarah and smiled, Sarah smiled right back and continued to caress her, but motioning for her to turn round. Clara understood and sat on her bottom, opening her legs while Sarah turned up the power and aimed the shower down towards her pussy. “Play with your nipples and hump it babygirl” Sarah whispered. Clara got what she meant instantly, raising her hips to make the most of the powerful stream, moving involuntarily, making it pulse over her needy clit and push down against her pussy, it felt like a continuous rub, no let up of sensation. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it, enjoyed rolling her nipples between her fingers, enjoyed the slow march of the inevitable orgasm as it crept up on her, spreading through her body before turning and focusing on her cunt. She squeezed her nipples, encouraging the orgasm to come, audibly moaning but silently begging it to come, she was so needy, she deserved it, now was the perfect time. Yesss, now, pleeeease. She felt it start to consume her.

And then the water pressure slowly dropped before stopping altogether, and she was left squeezing her nipples and humping the air while Sarah looked at her kindly “Not now babygirl, you made a choice, remember?” Clara moaned in frustration as Sarah, kneeling now, slipped her fingers inside and slowly played with Clara’s desperate cunt, whispering “You’re better like this baby, better needy, better being a good girl, aren’t you sweetheart” A tiny voice replied “Yes Mommy”.

Sarah bought Clara to the edge once more, she so loved those little desperate noises she made when she was close, the little frustrated moans when she was denied and the little mantras she said to herself without even being prompted. *Such a good girl*.

Forgotten for the moment, Mary stood there watching, still not quite able to believe what she had just seen, how her friend had behaved, how this beautiful, powerful woman had just walked into her apartment and taken control. Lost in her thoughts about what she had just witnessed, what she was still witnessing, she didn’t even realise her hand was between her legs, rubbing in time to Clara’s moans.

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