It took a lot to embarrass Alexa Bliss. Standing in the White House residence with a member of the President's Secret Service detail going through her travel case was enough to get it done. She felt like she was blushing as the man in the black suit rummaged through the items she had brought with her.
For Alexa, the fact that she was going to be left alone with President McMahon seemed quite remarkable. The amount of people granted that privilege outside of the Oval Office could probably be counted on one hand, she imagined.
Getting her into the White House had seemed like something close to a military operation to Alexa. She had been met at the airport by a different man in a black suit, eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. He had driven her across the capital in a black executive car with blacked out windows, making her almost feel like she was the President herself. Only the motorcade had been lacking. It would have been impossible not to get a kick out of it.
Upon her arrival, Alexa had been led to the residence, where she had been met by the agent who was now giving her case the once over. She wondered if this guy was the head of the President's detail. He sure didn't look like he took any shit from anybody.
"Alright, you can go in to see the President," he decided eventually.
"Thank you," Alexa said as he zipped up her case and set it back down on its wheels for her. She had been about to ask which door she needed to use, as there were several off the main hall where she currently was. Apparently she didn't need to enquire, because she was going to be escorted.
The Secret Service man walked across the hall to the back left corner where there was a closed set of double doors. He knocked on one and pushed it open, holding it for Alexa to follow him into an opulent bedroom. "Ms Bliss, Madam President," he announced.
"Thank you, Andrew," Stephanie said in a formal manner. "Short of the outbreak of World War Three, I don't want to be disturbed for the next six hours. Is that understood?"
"Yes, ma'am," Andrew said dutifully. With that, he backed out of the bedroom and closed the door behind himself.
The Presidency was treating Stephanie well, Alexa saw. Some people aged fast in the top job, she knew. The opposite seemed to be the case with McMahon. She looked positively radiant, standing there in a dark red dress that complimented her figure perfectly. For someone her age, she was quite a dish.
"It's been a long time, Alexa," McMahon said fondly. There was always a bit of chatter between them before Alexa got into her goddess character.
"It has," Alexa smiled. Leaving her travel case near to the door for now, she walked over and exchanged the customary introductory kiss. "I haven't even been able to formally congratulate on your victory until now. My fiancée and I both voted for you."
"Thank you, for your kind words and your votes. We're going to do some great things over the next four years. Alexa, I was shocked to see you here with Adam Cole."
"I know you were," Alexa giggled. "He's a valued client, so I could hardly turn him down."
"Plus you enjoyed seeing me put on the spot," Stephanie said pointedly.
"Plus that," Alexa said matter of fact. She chose that moment to switch to the sterner voice she used as the goddess. "Which brings me on to a serious matter. Who exactly do you think you are, bitch?" she demanded, finding it impossible not to buzz at addressing the most powerful person in the world in such a manner.
Stephanie figuratively melted before her. "I'm sorry about what I said to you, goddess," she said timidly.
"Oh, you will be," Alexa assured her. "You saw me in public, and you had the barefaced nerve to try and tell me what to do. In what world did you think you could do that? Trying to show the goddess up in public? I am very angry with you. Your behaviour is unacceptable, and you are going to be punished for it."
"I know it was unacceptable, and I'm sorry," Stephanie grovelled.
"Like I said, you will be. I'm going to show you what happens when you speak out of turn to the goddess. Get undressed and get your ass on the bed. Now!" Alexa added angrily, causing Stephanie to pull her dress off as quickly as she could without damaging it. Her underwear followed the dress onto the floor.
The booking form Alexa had received had made mention of the fact that there would be no tying to a hook on the wall now that they were in the White House, and there would be no latex body suit for Stephanie either. Apparently she wasn't prepared to risk an urgent interruption leading to her being seen like that, even if she was prepared to be put into bondage.
Having removed her dress and her underwear, Stephanie stood there with an expression on her face that sought the approval of the goddess.
"Are you deaf?" Alexa snapped. "I said get on the bed!"
Stephanie obediently climbed onto the luxurious king size bed.
"Lie face down," Alexa ordered. "You've shown me you need to learn some discipline, so that's what's going to happen today, before I even think about giving you any sexual gratification."
"I know I've been bad," Stephanie said timidly. "I'll accept whatever punishment you're going to give me."
"You'll accept it, will you?" Alexa asked, the utmost patronisation in her voice. Moving quickly, she fetched her travel case and pulled it over to the bed. Unzipping it, she removed several lengths of bondage rope. These were brand new ropes, having been delivered to Alexa only days before. They were manufactured the same way as the white ropes she often used, the only difference being that these were black.
"You're going to tie me up?" Stephanie asked, feigning intimidation, although the fact that she was turned on was obvious in her voice, and by the fact that she could barely lie still.
"After what you did? You're damn right I'm going to tie you up. Get your arms up by the bars. Don't even think about disobeying me now. That would only make things worse for you than they already are."
Stephanie did as she had been told, allowing Alexa to tie her wrists to the frame at the top of the bed. As ever, Alexa expertly made the bondage inescapable, but not painful. Moving down the bed, she repeated the process with Stephanie's ankles, leaving her bound in an X shape.
"Goddess, I'm sorry for what I said. I'll never speak to you like that again," Stephanie said pathetically.
"That's all well and good," Alexa said as she returned to her case for her next item. "The fact still remains that you spoke out of turn to me. An apology simply isn't going to cut it, I'm afraid. I'm going to have to properly teach you a lesson. But first, I think it would be best to shut you up."
Brandishing a roll of black duct tape, Alexa got back onto the bed.
"This is going to hurt, isn't it?" Stephanie asked.
"Yes," Alexa said simply before stretching out a long length of tape from the roll and pulling it tightly across Stephanie's mouth from behind. She proceeded to wrap the tape around her head several times before biting the roll loose and tossing it aside. Stephanie hadn't dared to make a sound the entire time while the gag had been applied, despite how tightly it had been done.
"That's better," Alexa said approvingly. "Some signs of discipline after all, albeit too late. Now try and talk for me."
"Mmm Cmmt," Stephanie mumbled, resting her head on the pillows.
"Perfect," Alexa said happily as she got off the bed. "Now, this business of how you spoke to the goddess at the dinner. You do not talk down to the goddess. You do not tell the goddess what to do. I thought this was understood, but since it wasn't, I think twenty lashes sounds about right," she said, producing a riding crop from her case.
Raising her head, Stephanie stared at the crop with wide eyes and started pleading into her gag, not that it was going to do her any good.
"Oh, shut up and take it, you pitiful creature," Alexa said with contempt. With that, she brought the crop down onto Stephanie's right butt cheek with a loud crack. It drew a muffled scream of pain from Stephanie, whose body was unable to instinctively recoil from the pain due to the way that she was tied up.
Another crack filled the room as the crop hit Stephanie's other butt cheek. It was followed by another howl of pain. Alexa only quickened the pace, punctuating each strike with a word of the reminder she issued. "Never… talk… to… the… goddess… out… of… turn… again…"
"I make that eleven lashes so far. Nine more to go," Alexa taunted.
"Nmmm plmmms! Nmmm!" Stephanie cried into the tape, struggling ineffectively against her bonds.
"Stop begging, or I'll add five more for being so pathetic," Alexa warned, looking down at her like a lump of dog shit she had stepped in.
The threat worked. The final nine lashes were delivered with only a scream of pain coming in response to each one. When it was over, Stephanie lay there breathing heavily and moaning into her gag. Alexa could see why. The President's ass was now red raw. Alexa smiled, thinking that she was going to have a tough time sitting behind her desk in the Oval Office for the next few days.
"Okay, that's a lesson I don't want to have to teach you again. If you do make me teach it again, it will be forty lashes. Understand?"
"Ymms gmmdess," Stephanie grovelled into the tape.
"Good. If I was you, I wouldn't let your husband see your ass for a few days. He might have some questions."
Stephanie didn't respond, still lying there taking the pain from her punishment.
"Now that we've had the pain, how about a little pleasure?" Alexa said, making herself sound more seductive than stern this time. She reached into her case and pulled out the item that had been the most embarrassing during the Secret Service search. It was a large purple dildo.
"Look what I have here," Alexa said, although Stephanie was already looking, eyes wide once more. "A special Presidential dildo. Who knew there was such a thing? Do you need me to lube you up, or are you ready for it?"
Muffled noises started coming from Stephanie, but Alexa couldn't tell what they were supposed to be. She decided she would have to use her fingers to check for herself. Getting onto the bed, she reached around and got a couple of fingers into the President's pussy, finding it warm, wet and welcoming.
"Okay then," Alexa said, approving of her discovery. "This is going to be the best orgasm any President has ever had in this room, I can promise you that. And that's only while we're getting started."
Moving into position, Alexa started fucking Stephanie with the dildo. As with every other possible aspect of sex, she was well-practiced in this particular art. In any event, thanks to what she informally called Moment of Bliss anticipation, it often didn't take clients long to orgasm once she started fucking them for the first time. McMahon had probably been fantasising about this moment for weeks.
Sure enough, it wasn't long before Stephanie was panting loudly and straining against her bonds, approaching her climax.
"That's it," Alexa encouraged. "You may come for the goddess."
Stephanie probably couldn't have held back even if permission hadn't been granted. She convulsed strongly a few times while letting out loud moans, and they she exploded all over the bed cover. Alexa figured she would leave Stephanie to explain that one to the White House staff.
"Madam President, that orgasm came with the compliments of A Moment of Bliss," she said sweetly.
A/N: Thank you to those who left a review last time!
Another first for Alexa, pleasuring the President!
Next time, a new client, or maybe more than one. I'll leave it at that, but feel free to guess what might be coming up!