A day in My Life
Standing in front of the judge summarizing my client's case. I see the bailiff giving me an eye, she has told me repeatedly that my skirts are too short, my heels too high my lipstick too red, and my eye makeup too slutty. But it is what my Mistress wants, so it pleases me, and the judge doesn't seem to mind. I can feel the wetness between my thighs from the vertical hood piercing that sits on my clit and the small spiked ball hanging from it bouncing on my clit every time I move. Below the conscious level, but still there in my brain is that I have not cum in well over a month, despite almost constant stimulation and service to my Mistress.
I finish my summarization, it was a complicated case. The judge announces a ruling will be issued by the end of the following week, and the court is dismissed. My clients ask if we won, I can only tell them the law and the facts say we should, but with this judge, I'm never sure what he is going to rule. I assure them I will let them know what the judge rules as soon as we receive notice.
As soon as I politely can I rush to the restroom. With nothing under my skirt except a pair of suspender hose it is quick and easy to use the toilet, which I've desperately needed for at least half an hour. While I am still sitting in the toilet, I bring my cunt back to the edge where one more touch would make me have the forbidden and heavily punished orgasm. It is something Mistress requires every time I use the toilet.
I wipe myself with my fingers and lick and suck them clean, the taste is a fusion of my piss and my wetness. A taste that I know quite well. I frown as that taste has replaced the taste of my mistress that I have savored for the past two hours during the hearing. The frown changes to a smile as I realize that I will have that taste again as soon as I am back in the office and brief Mistress on the hearing.
Mistress is my boss, the owner and senior partner of our two lawyer office. She is my Mistress, my owner, my Goddess, my world. My entire life is centered around serving and pleasing her. In title I am her staff attorney, but in reality, I am her submissive, her slave, her slut, in summary - Hers. Slut is my usual name and title with Mistress, even in the office except when clients are present. Even the clerk slips up and calls me slut over half the time, I'm not allowed to correct her.
A few moments into the office and my suitcoat is on a hanger in my office. It keeps me out of trouble in the courthouse, because under it is a thin satiny blouse over my quite visible naked pierced tits. A few steps into Mistress's office and I kneel between her spread thighs. I briefly summarize the hearing, tell her that I think it went well, and the judge will issue a ruling before the end of next week. She smiles, nods her head in approval, reaches down and pulls my face deep into her cunt.
I am in heaven; I inhale deeply and start caressing my Goddess with my lips and tongue. Her smell and taste are once again my world. Time is meaningless when I am serving her, but my efforts are rewarded by a face full of her squirt. I get my real reward as if serving her was not enough, her hand brushing over my hair, and the deeply cherished, "Good slut."
I return to my office to complete the notes on today's hearing, my face still covered with Mistress, it Is dripping onto my blouse letting my pierced nipples show through the wet cloth, even the shield behind the piercing bar starts to show, the tight shield works with the piercing to keep my nipples erect. The Addyl, the female Viagra, that I take daily also plays a role in my constantly erect nipples, my very wet cunt and my constant arousal, though the main thing driving it is that it is Mistress's wish that I be constantly on edge. Mistress knows that keeping me on edge and sexually frustrated makes me much more obedient and helps me to be the submissive slut that we both want me to be. I would be obedient to my Goddess even it I wasn't this way, but somehow being constantly wet and on edge makes it more real and natural.
There is a towel attached via Velcro inside the back of my skirt that hangs from the waistband down to just above the hemline, it greatly reduces the wetness showing through my skirt. I have a stack of towels in my office and a few in my briefcase to replace that towel to get me through the day.
As I am finishing my reports, Mistress is in my doorway telling me it is time to go home. If possible, her presence puts me even more on edge, I can feel the wetness in the towel under my skirt. I would change it, but I won't keep Mistress waiting. As we leave out office building, I open and hold doors for Mistress. Once at the car I open and hold the passenger door for her, she gives me a light quick kiss as she enters the car, it triggers a tremor in my cunt. I of course drive. On the ride home Mistress's hand rests high on my thigh, sending shocks straight to my increasingly wet cunt. She asks questions about today's hearing and the cases we have hearings scheduled in the coming week. Mistress is pleased with my answers and my thigh receives a light squeeze, I would have cum if I was allowed to.
Once home, I go around and open her car door, giving her my hand to assist her in exiting the car. I open the door into the house and hold it for her. I then strip in the garage, my suit and blouse going into the back seat of the car to be dropped on at the cleaners tomorrow. I remain clothed in my suspender hose, stilettos and the gold chain around my neck without a clasp. I fastened my heavy leather collar around my neck that is hanging where I left it as we left that morning. I take the leash into my teeth and crawl into the house to join Mistress in the living room.
Like every other weekday, Mistress has gone straight to her recliner. I crawl to her, remove her shoes and start massaging her feet. I see her nod and I remove her stockings to have better access to massage and orally worship her feet. I suck each toe and tongue between them as I massage her feet. A nod tells me she is satisfied with my worship of her feet, and I move up to massage the tightness in her calves from the day in heels. My feet are still trapped in my four inch heel stilettos. As I work the tightness out of her calves, I see her wetness glisten up between her thighs, I quickly lower my eyes, but Mistress's slight smile tells me that I was caught. Hopefully she is just amused, and I won't be corrected for my indiscretion. Mistress is rightfully cruel in her corrections to show me how to better serve her.
The house maid announced that dinner was served. The maid is Mistress's younger sister who has been in all kinds of trouble with abusive partners and the law before Mistress took her in and gave her the maid job. While she is not a submissive of Mistress, she is very conscious of Mistress's wants and expectations and dresses and behaves accordingly. She is also aware that Mistress's corrections should she fail, are cruel. The house is spotless, meals are delivered on time and well prepared, laundry is done promptly, folded correctly and placed back where it belongs. She is very respectful to both Mistress and me. As usual during the week, she is in an underbust corset top showing her pierced nipples and connecting chain, a chastity belt, an apron from her waist down to just below the chastity belt, and a pair of locked three inch ankle strap heels, her long blonde hair is in a high ponytail. She is wearing only a hint of makeup. Dinner is served and she disappears back into the kitchen.
Over dinner Mistress discussed tomorrows start of the regional bar meeting for our area of specialization. Mistress hates those meetings, referring to hour long presentations for what should be a five minute PowerPoint. So, I will be attending to represent the firm, gather what information might be available, and work to reinforce our network with other firms outside our immediate area who are often a lucrative source of referrals. Mistress has no qualms about using my appearance to attract the interest of the men from potential firms that may be a source of those referrals. I will dress for the conference as I would for the office, suit coat, shorter skirt, and thin white blouse, with the addition of a chastity belt. Mistress avows that she trusts me but feels better if I am protected when away from her. So, I will be in the belt from the time I leave for the conference, until I am back with Mistress. During casual time at the conference, I will be in a skirt that is noticeably shorter than my office skirt and a company polo shirt that is rather thin and rather tight across my braless chest. I am reminded not to sit on that skirt as it does not have the inside towel of my office skirts. The trick with the short skirt is not to flash the chastity belt, as I don't wear panties and am not allowed to ever cross my legs. I may cross my ankles with my knees a fist width apart.
