Reflections; at work # 01
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He came up behind me as I was getting ready for work.
He looked at my ass like a kid on Christmas, a big beaming smile, eyes shining.
"Pretty proud of your self aren't you Sir?" I joked.
He reaches around me placing his big fingers exactly on the bruises on my breasts and squeezes hard.
I can't stop the low whimper of pain even as he whispers in my ear.
"That's the best present anyone has ever gotten me! My name is on that ass, so there is no question who this butt belongs to."
He runs those big hands down and around, and traces the raised welts on my backside.
I had ordered a new flogger off the internet, it has raised lettering on it.
So I had his name on both cheeks, raised up and well on the way to bruising.
He ran his hands up my sides as he looks me over in the mirror, stilling grinning, admiring his handy work from last night.
"I love to see you happy" I say wincing slightly as he probs the blue marks around both breasts from being bound.
" Oh I am very happy, my little slave girl." He tells me pinching my nipples hard. I groan and raise up on my toes when he pulls straight up on my nipples. He is a full 16 inches taller than me, so I can only tiptoe so high.
I pant with pain, until he slips his fingers off the end of my nipples, then I let out a short scream and fall back flat footed.
He runs a finger over the bruises on my collar bone.
He slaps my sore ass and tells me get ready for work, his eyes pass one more time down my front in the mirror, stopping suddenly on a quarter sized blue bruise on the lower front of my rib cage.
"What's that from?' He demands.
I look at the small bruise in confusion.
I have rope marks and blue bruised lines around both breast, as well as Master size fingerprints, on my tits, hips and collar bone, my nipples are bright red from their pinching a second ago and clamps from last night, my ass and thighs are a mess, hand prints, cane marks, and wide strips from the smooth side of the new flogger, as well as his name, bold and blue on my ass, and he is worried about a small not pain-full blue spot?
I would laugh but I did that one time thinking he was joking, I will never do that again.
I still hate to think of when I got home that night. I spent way too long in what he calls the punishment room, which is actually a small nook in our home right beside the TV. It is about three foot square, just enough room for me to fit after he stuffs me full, mouth and pussy, and/or ass, as was that night, with very little room to move either forward or back ward.
I have to be lifted in sideways.
I am trapped on all fours until he decides to lift me out. The harsher the punishment the bigger the dildos.
I choked on a fake cock for an hour that night with a big dildo and a massive butt plug smashed inside of me. That might not sound so bad but I am crammed in there my nose flat and my ass against a wall, and my back and tits are open to anything he may feel like doing, or he may totally ignore me a watch TV, that's the worst.
I think hard, what caused this small bruise?
"I don't know, Sir." I say fearfully
"Think about it and tell me tonight the reason my property has a mark on it I don't remember putting there!" He demands.
Upset, he leaves me to finish getting ready for work. I quickly finish my makeup, easing a bra over my painful chest and panties over my colorful ass (and very wet pussy) I grab a loose dress and slip it over my head. Deliberately I think what I did yesterday to leave a bruise, nothing at work.
I work in an office, sitting in front a computer all day, not very risky stuff.
As I lock the door and ease my sore butt into my car, I think about doing the same thing yesterday morning. Same, same, I think on my way to work.
On my walk in the front door of the tall office building, my mind is spinning.
Nothing nothing nothing...
I think, as I ride the lift to the 10th floor, as I walk down the hall to my office, as I unlock the door and turn on the lights.....
I sit down at my desk.
While I wait for my computer to boot up.
I remember getting home and cooking dinner, did I bump it then?
No, no, no.
I served dinner at the table, we ate and we cleaned up together like always.
Excited, I then gave him the box with the flogger and some new red rope inside, did I bump into anything when I reached under the bed?
No.
RING RING
The phone scares the crap out of me, reminding me I am at work.
I fumble it off the base, I say my standard lines and take care of what they need.
Back to my head fuck, I was almost skipping I went out to the living room with the long but not very big box.
So excited.
I kneel in front of him, offering the box in both hands like a sacrifice.
"I got you something!!" I sing.
His big hands reach down and take the box, as e smiles and blue eyes light up, he loves surprises.
RING RING, same small heart attack,same lines, same help.
Like I said, not a high risk job.
He lifts the lid on the box, digging through tissue paper, he first pulls out the hank of rope, he smiles at me, wiggling his eye brows, knowing tit torture is a big kink of mine.
And he is very willing to indulge me.
RING RING jump, lines, help.
Shit, I need to go home!
Then he pulls out the flogger, he runs fingers over the well tanned leather, and then he turns it over and sees his name carved out of the other side.
At first he looks confused, its backwards,
His name is raised a good inch over the rest of the leather.
I see the understanding as he looks at it.
"They call it a heatless brand" I tell him
He kisses me gently
"Thank you' he whispers
I jump, yes I am easily startled, and laugh as he loudly orders me to strip and prepare for inspection.
RING RING jump, lines, help...
I think of his hands and eyes moving over my nude body last night, he would have noticed the bruise then, if I had had it then. So I must have gotten it later, a clue, dear Watson.
RING RING jump,lines, help.
Damn it don't these people have lives!!
I bend and move as ordered so he can inspect all the nooks and crannies, I love to be be inspected.
And he knows it, dragging it out and being very though.
He lifts my tits, pulls my nipples, spreading my pussy lips with rough hands, he fingers my dripping pussy, shoving inside me deep and hard, one finger, two fingers, then ordering me to turn and bend over so he can do the same to my ass, just to make sure its all up to his standards.
I must have passed inspection because he wipes his drenched hand on my face and tells me to get on all fours on the coffee table.