I sit patiently in the corner as you ask your secretary to bring in a few supplies. She is bringing them in one at a time per my master's instructions. Paddle. I knew that you were getting impatient with me about the times I had stopped communicating with you. Handcuffs. Old habits die hard, but I was opening up more than I usually did. I guess my pace and yours are very different. Belt. I don't know which is hurting more, my butt cheeks from sitting in the same position for the last 2 hours or my feet from not being able to move. Crop. Watching Renee, your secretary, as she is bringing in each item and knowing they were all going to be used for me was not making me feel any better. Spreader bar.
You have completely ignored me, which gives me a dose of dread as I wonder how long I will be able to sit after this. Renee must be finished. Ten minutes and she hasn't walked back in with something in her hand. She has ignored me as well. I have wondered how she can be so cool like this. Maybe she has been on the receiving end of your belt. I doubt that seriously. You do not mix business and pleasure. I bet she gets paid very well to keep her mouth shut about these little moments.
"Angee."
I am shaken from my thoughts by you. I will never understand how someone can get so wet from the sound of another's voice. Would this fall under Pavlov's theory? I don't think so, as I got wet the first time I heard your voice. Conditioning is not to blame for this.
I get up, feeling stiff from the seat. I had not noticed that Renee is holding the door as to allow entrance. Shit, I have an audience too. I quickly take my place at your side, head bowed. "Yes Master."
"I have been very patient with you with your clam ups, shut downs or whatever you call it. But I am tired and weary of it."
I jump at the touch of cold hands grabbing my wrists as the familiar feel of the cuffs slide on around them. What isn't familiar is the one putting them on me. You have never had anyone in on our time together. Would this man be witness to my disgrace? This has not been an easy road for me to travel.
"Lil one, you have spoken very little about what it is you desire in the way of being shared."
This stranger is tall and dark and bald, handsome from what I can tell, but my focus is not he but you, my master. "I have decided to not give you a choice in the matter. I have made the decision for you. I am rather disappointed that you feel as though you cannot speak with me on such matters. You knew when coming into my service that this was inevitable. I was hoping that you would come to me and say that you were ready."
I feel the stranger putting one side of the bar around my ankle. I jump as he nudges my legs apart to wedge the bar in place. My bottom is exposed to him as I am required to have limited clothing while in my Master's presence. I feel his breath on my cheek as the click of the bar sounds.
"She's ready," the bald stranger says.
"You are being chastised not just for your inability to make the decision, but also for not having enough faith in yourself to explore your desires. After you receive your punishment you will entertain every man that enters my office."
My head snaps up and my jaw drops as I struggle with the thought of being gang-banged. My shock does not affect you as you stand and is handed your belt. Hands are around my waist as I am lifted and made to turn around facing your desk. "50 is your number today. I hope that you fare well. This is just the beginning of your day."
I am pushed down onto your desk by the stranger. The coolness of wood hardens my nipples and sends goose bumps down my arms. "By the way, this is Charles. He will be assisting me today. But I guess you've noticed that already." You stroke my arm. Is this an attempt to warm me or comfort me? It is like you to notice such a small thing as a chill.
"Good afternoon, Sir Charles, nice to meet you." All of this felt really silly to be speaking to someone who has been close enough to smell my pussy. But you are very strict on politeness and protocol.
