Cornelia

chapter 2

PART II

I was late for work on monday morning. After friday evening it took it´s time to clear my mind again. Confusing Cornelia... The passionate, sadistic fury had held my attention throughout the whole rest of the weekend. I remembered her, this evening again and again. From the moment she opended the door until she let me go. Or more or less until she threw me out. Nearly immediately after I´ve come underneath her, she got off my still heavy body. I just began to relax, but she stood already besides the bed, completely dressed, yet. "Get dressed. You got to go now!" She was calm, controled, then, and I did so, not even thinking of any contradiction. She watched me getting dressed and brought me to the door. The air outside felt cold on my still sweaty skin. The whole rest of the weekend passed by. A futile waiting. And now, there she was, she must have been at work earlier than me. I could see her already in discussion with one of the other colleagues as I entered the hall. This time I tried to watch her more precise, than I´ve ever done before. As if nothing had happened, she wore these baggy grey clothes, her hair open, wild as if untouched. She looked shyly down as she discussed with this colleagues, as shyly as she always does. Really always? As I passed by she just looked up and returned straight-faced back to what ever she was into, that moment.

Our companies departments communicate important informations, papers and anything else printed by envelopes and boxes from one department to the other. Every office´s got it´s deposit for it. As I entered my office this monday morning my first message, a brown envelope, was addressed simply by "IT". I was aware, who it was: my system administrator.
I opened it greedily, it contained a blank white sheet. I turned it and realized again Cornelias handwriting: "Do you want more?". From now on, the whole week, we continued communicating this way. The look in her eyes, if I saw her accidentally on my way let no doubts: You´re not allowed to talk to me, okay?!? I took a sheet from my desk, wrote quickly on it "Yes, please" and put it back into the envelope. A few hours later, I received the answer. "It´s not for free." This was the first of our loveletters, of wich we should exchange many more, this week. The next one, my answer was: "What am I to do?". Then I received my first little homework, "Clean your windows naked, this evening". In the first moment, I was so confused to answer just "Why?". The answer was embarrassing, I read: "I want everyone to see your disgusting fat body. P.S. Never ask why anymore, if you want to see me again. Just do what I say." I never did so anymore and I did my homework as I was told. Tuesday, "Put off your shirt, ask your neighbours for some sugar", Wednesday, "Take off your clothes, knee down and spank yourself". It was humiliating, but I did so, I guess I was in love and I liked it. On Thursday "Order a pizza, family-size." Not understanding, I replied "Why?". The answer I got was clear: "Eat". On Friday morning, still stuffed from yesterday evening, I had todays loveletter already on my desk. "Still hungry? You may come. 8´ o clock again. Don´t be late! C."


The whole week, I´ve been waiting for this moment. Doing whatever I was told in my little homeworks. Anxious to think of anything else but Cornelia - to avoid sudden boners in public. Nevertheless helpless. For the second time, I stood there, in front of her door, rang the bell. My hands sweaty, my heart beat. She opened the door, there she was: Her glance was bright and icy again, as I remembered it, as I feared it in my dreams. I shivered, as she began to speak "Ah, there you are!" and "Come in!" As she helped me out of my jacket, this time she pinched my bottom as if she wanted to prove her property. "I´ve seen you´ve done your homework well, hum". I stammered "Yes, of course, I .." but she interrupted me at once "Good boy!". She made me take place at the table again. I could smell, she had cooked again. She served me a plate immediately in front of me, "here you are, I hope you´re hungry!" For a moment I hestiated, irritated. This time, this was no dinner for too, there were only plates for me. I watched her, asking. "Eat!" She ordered with a voice clear and certain. "I told you, not to ask why. Don´t you remember?" "Yes, I do" was my answer and I began to eat without looking up once again. After a few minutes of silence, only interrupted by the sound of fork, knife and my chewing, she began to relax herself and started talking. "Good boy... from now on, you will do anything I order, right?!?" For the first time, I looked up again and nodded. "If I say 'eat', you´ll do until I say 'stop'... maybe you ask stil 'Why', dont you?" I mumbled something, I agreed. "I´m gonna tell you: because you like it!" My mind didn´t get it that fast, nevertheless my sex had answered already, as I felt my cock rock hard in my shorts even before I realized what was happening. "I know exactly what you want, I ever knew it and I knew, you would like my homeworks." I swallowed, I was excited by my own submission. "You´re my toy, because you want to be it. Now finish your meal!" This seemed to last for hours. She just refilled my plate after I had finished the last one, only interrupted by her short orders, that encouraged me. Finally she reliefed me, "well done, good boy". But at that time, I was already heavily stuffed, I felt hot and tired. I had been driven by my sexual desire, hoping for her love after I would have done all she told me to do. But this time she didn´t sit on my lap, she stood just next to me and gave me another order: "Get up!" I moaned as I got up the chair, my belly was aching. She grinned sadistically and tied me into the bedroom. "Get off your clothes, I want to watch you!" Then, I stood there, naked. I felt ashamed, hoped to hide me anywhere and looked on the floor. But my boner was highly visible. She came closer to me, smiling again. Her bony fingers grabbed deep in my buttocks, kneaded my hard stuffed belly and my tits. "You´re such a fat pig, you know?" "I´m sorry" I answered ashamed. "There´s no need to," she replied, "that´s what I want!"