Blacmailed

This is the second chapter of ‘Blackmailed by my secretary.’ If you haven’t read the first, I recommend you go back and search it out. I plan several more chapters and welcome feedback and constructive criticism. I humbly hope that you enjoy.

My 9:00 meeting was hell to get through. I picked the softest chair, and I sat with my feet tucked under it. This way I could partly support myself and keep at least some of the pressure off my butt. If anything it hurt more now than when Gina'd finished whipping it this morning.

I got through it though. We finally broke up around 10:45, giving me plenty of time to make my 'appointment' with Gina. When I got back she was at her usual position (her desk).

"Your office-mates left for an early lunch and you're here right on time…I'm very pleased." Ginas comment as I walked in was accompanied by a seemingly sincere smile.

"Wait in your office until I come in. I don't feel comfortable doing your lunchtime punishment in the conference room so we'll convene in your office and take care of things there…Oh, of course I expect you to be naked and on your knees when I come in…So get ready."

Well, at least she had SOME concern for appearance and didn't seem determined to get us both fired for misconduct. With the main office door closed and knowing that my office was quite well soundproofed, we shouldn't attract attention.

I did as Gina expected of me. I stripped and knelt beside my desk, waiting as patiently as I could. Of course, knowing what was to come, I didn't really wait with eager anticipation.

Gina came in twirling her riding crop in one hand and swinging a handful of rope in her other. I was watching closely and a moment after she caught sight of me she licked her lips (in anticipation?), giving me a tight, predatory smile.

"Very nice, no extra penalty points THIS time. Bend over the table and put your hands behind your back."

I rose as quickly as I could and seconds later I was lying half on the table. Ginas knee was holding one of my arms pinned against my back, my wrist up high between my shoulder blades. The other wrist was looped with rope and bent to match the other. A few quick, tight, wraps later and Gina was done with my hands. It only took a couple of tugs to know that my hands weren't getting loose without help.

"Ok, now turn around and spread your legs" Ginas voice had a different quality from this morning I noticed. Earlier, it was eager, but a little hesitant. Now, still eager, it was firm and decisive. She not only knew exactly what she was doing, she KNEW I was going to obey.

When I turned around she didn't look like a mousy secretary any more to me. Something about standing there with my hands tied and my privates completely exposed awaiting her commands had changed my own regard for her. And, perhaps, her regard for herself. She just held herself with more confidence.

Her fingers felt icy when they wrapped around my balls and pulled my sack out away from my body. My sudden little gasp just caused her to smile a little wider.

She tied a slipknot loop around the base of my balls and pulled it tight enough to pinch. "Umm, Gina, ahh, I mean, Baroness, please, please! Be careful with those, I really don't want to loose them."

"Thanks for reminding me, Jerry, I did forget one important thing." "Oh, by the way, 5 extra strokes for not using my correct title." Her quick grin told me she'd just been aching for a reason to add a little extra to this session.

One of the few archaic features of my office was an old government surplus 2 drawer filing cabinet by my desk. This kind had a bar that slid down through a couple of steel loops welded on the front and locked to another loop welded on the top. A crude but effective way to secure the drawers. Gina had decided it was also a good place to secure me. It was there that Gina pulled me by my ball rope.

I felt especially embarased at being led around by a 'leash' on my balls. It'd have been bad enough if it'd been around my neck, but my balls? Damn it!

She threaded the rope through the top loop on the cabinet and gave it a hard pull. Caught by surprise my balls almost tore off before I could follow the pull. Gina only stopped when the slipknot was hard against the loop. With the rope tied to one of the drawer handles, she stood back to admire her work.

Me? I was in quite a fix. These 2-drawer filing cabinets only came up to mid thigh so I'd had to squat to keep from losing my manhood. "Oh God, Baroness Gina, please have a little mercy, I can't stay like this while you whip me, my legs just won't take it. I can feel the strain right now."

"Second offense, baby, you get 10 extra added to the first 5…means you're looking at 75 good hard ones now…besides, if it's too much for you, dumbass, just lay over on top of the filing cabinet. "

With that Gina took care of the oversight she'd mentioned earlier. She reached under her skirt, to my disbelieving eyes she pulled out a baggie with something in it. From the baggie she pulled two absolutely soaked pairs of panties and shoved them into my mouth. I instantly recognized both the smell AND taste…pussy juice. While she taped my mouth closed she explained.

"While I was reviewing the pictures I took this morning, I got so excited I had to play with myself…twice. Fortunately today I brought a couple of panties that I wore doing yardwork this weekend. I used them to clean up my pussy. I'm glad now I didn't waste all that nice tasty juice, aren't you…Of course I probably should have remembered to wash them first…but we can't have everything, can we."

She was watching my face as what she said sank in. Oh jeeze, this was just nasty. Panties that she worked in, all sweaty and nasty? I violently shook my head, futilely trying to dislodge them…WAY too late for that. You know how hard it is to keep your tongue from touching something filling up your mouth? It's impossible, but boy I sure tried for a few seconds before giving up.

"Well now, we don't want to dawdle now. I need to get started with your punishment."

With only a couple of snappy slashes at the air with the crop, she moved over to give me the first stroke. It happened so quickly I really hadn't prepared myself. Coming on top of the early morning bruises, the surprise was almost worse than the pain. Without thinking I jumped…and instantly regretted it. My balls did NOT jump with me and all the slipknot did was tighten even more. My balls hurt so bad I almost felt sick.

I discovered Gina's intent. Try as I might I couldn't keep from trying to avoid the crop. I had just enough movement to wiggle a few inches from side to side. And I did, as she whipped, I was wiggling as hard as I could, bound in place by my balls. It made no difference, within a dozen strokes I was whimpering into her panties. I no longer cared WHAT they tasted like.

I tried to catch Gina's eye to plead for mercy at least with my expression. When I finally succeeded Gina paused (oh, thank GOD) and just said, " Having fun yet, Jerry? Maybe I'll give you a little break, humm?"

"OK, here's your break, I'm gonna stop whipping across your ass." At hearing those words, I all but collapsed across the cabinet…at last, a little compassion. I swore to myself that I'd be very, very nice to her after this was all over.

In my relief, I neglected to keep track of Gina. She had moved directly behind me and…WHACK, I couldn't help myself, I jumped hard again and screamed into the gag. She had drawn back and used an underhand swing to drive the crop between my legs, striking squarely (as closely as I could determine) on my anus. That most delicate, tender orifice did NOT like this treatment. She continued the underhand strokes, sometimes striking my inner thighs, the tender area from mid thigh and up was assaulted over and over.

I lost track of what was going on, how many strokes I'd received, Gina, everything, lost in the blur of the pain. When she finally stopped, I was totally spent. Collapsed across the filing cabinet I was reduced to whimpering and whining into my gag.

After a couple of minutes I slowly realized that she'd stopped…it was over; all that was left was whatever sort of sexual relief she wanted for herself. At this point I didn’t care, I’d lick her kitty all day long to avoid another whipping.

"Well, it looks like you may have JUST begun to really understand what punishment should be like." Gina had a very detached tone, totally untouched by my suffering, she was insuring that I learned my lesson. "Now it's time for your 15 penalty strokes"

WHAT?!!! NO! I wanted to scream. All I could do was look at her with horror and terror…yes, terror. I couldn't take any more. I frantically pleaded with her through my gag, I didn't care that my words couldn't be understood, I tried to make the tone and my expression make up for that.

"Hummm, kinda sounds like you're not eager to get the rest of your punishment, little boy. You know, if you can't take it, you really shouldn't misbehave." While she was saying this, Gina lightly drew the tip of the crop up the inside of one thigh and across my crotch, tracing down the other thigh. My flinching seemed to please her. "Well, if you think you'd like to work out some…other…arraignment…I MIGHT consider it."

The potential of what she said sank in. maybe I DIDN'T have to get those 15 strokes. I vigorously nodded and grunted my agreement, I didn't know what I was agreeing to, but it had to be better than that crop again.

"Ok, here's the deal. I let you slide on the well-deserved penalties…and you are going to do TWO additional things…first, in addition to licking my pussy to a couple of good solid orgasms…You're going to give me a first rate asslicking, I mean, you're going to lick my hole like it's the best candy you've ever had…understand?"

Oh DAMN, she wanted me to do WHAT? Oh, jeeze, that's nasty…of course, the alternative was even worse…it took me about 1 second to decide. I'd have to buy a gallon of mouthwash on the way home, but that was far better than even one more dose of the riding crop. Deal. I looked her squarely in the eye and deliberately nodded my agreement.

"Good, and the second…well, all you have to do it wear a pager, modified a little, but a pager just the same." Shit, that was a no brainer…I vigorously nodded. This was a piece of cake. …I still hadn’t learned.

The tape came off easier this time than it did this morning and I could finally spit out those damn dirty panties of hers…of course after all this time in my mouth they weren't all THAT dirty. (Or at least so my errant mind commented)

Gina had a tight smirk on her face now when she stepped out of her skirt. She rolled MY nice comfortable leather chair around in front of the filing cabinet and sat down on its edge. When she leaned back and crossed her legs over my back, my face was squarely lodged against her crotch. It was literally dripping wet. From mid thigh up, her juices had smeared all over her. I did the best I could. It was a strain pulling my head high enough to lick her thighs clean but I did. I gave it my all, covering every inch of her inner thighs, getting my whole face smeared with her aromatic liquid before I tickled my lips down.

As delicately as I could I brushed my tongue along the edges of her labia. At the first touch she twitched, by the second lick sweeping her lips, Gina gave a guttural growl and grabbed my head. With a violent thrust of her hips to meet the slam of my mouth onto her cunt, she rubbed my face hard against herself. I fought to keep my tongue licking her clit but all I could do was just keep it in action. I no longer had control and Gina had gone wild. Evidently whipping me had become a MAJOR turn on for her.

In just a few moments I heard her give out a series of whimpers and squeaks. Finally I felt her stiffen her hips and lock her thighs around my head and let loose one long animal eeaaahh and her pussy almost gushed into my mouth. All I could do was suck as much of the juice as I could and ride out the storm. With my face jammed hard against Gina's cunt, my nose was squashed to her clit. I couldn't breathe and was becoming desperate.

She slowly relented, I could breathe again, it was heavy with pussy smell but I wasn't complaining. Right now, she smelled pretty good.

Ginas breathing was shaky and she had to lick her lips before she spoke. " I needed THAT, I may keep you around just for your tongue."

"Ok, time for you to pay off the first part of your alternate agreement" With that she grabbed both of her knees and leaned completely back in my chair. In this position I got a clear view of her little puckered hole. Oh god, I could see it twitching in anticipation already. "Dessert is served! Get to it!" The last she said with a commanding snap to her voice. Gina watched me closely and spread here knees even farther apart.

Just do it. Go ahead and just do it. The alternative is that Gina gets pissed off and gives me even MORE whipping. I just don't think I can take that. I gingerly lowered my head and extended my tongue, praying I wouldn't puke. I could feel her eyes on me as I first made contact.

Just as I touched, she twitched. I made the lightest contact with just the edge of her hole and rolled the tip of my tongue along the outer edge. I couldn't help but notice Gina's soft whine. Her legs spread even farther apart and there was an ever so soft "ohhh yesss" being whispered. I continued my motion, spiraling farther out and then back in to that now not-so-puckered orifice. The hell with it, I lowered my mouth fully down to cover her asshole and got really serious about licking it. My nose was jammed down between her pussy lips and even my eyes were against her crotch. I literally had a face full of cunt and there was no stopping now.

I have to say one thing though; I was getting the kind of response from Gina that I’d never seen before. She was uttering a steady stream of ‘ooooh, oooh’s’ and gently rolling her hips against my face. She seemed careful not to disturb the contact I had, but I got plenty of encouragement.

Time to change the pace a little though. Instead of licking, now I pulled my lips back and began scraping my teeth along her hole…now THIS got a response! At first she twitched and let out an immediate ‘OHHH, YESSSS, do it! DO IT!!’ I could feel her clenching and relaxing spastically while I alternated between using my teeth and my tongue.

After only a few minutes of serious effort I felt her tense up again and her pussy clenched against my nose as she came again. My face got another bath of her cum, my tongue just couldn’t keep up...but I sure tried.

Gina very slowly lowered her legs. I guess she was feeling cramped because she had to pause before she stretched out her legs. She stood up kind of shaky, before she used one of my tissues to wipe away the extra moisture that I’d missed. Taking a deep breath she said, “ I think that’s about as much as I can take. I’m going to let you off on giving me a second pussy licking right now.”

When she had me stand up my legs were even shakier than hers and the shift of position brought new pain from my inner thighs. It was a tremendous relief when Gina untied the rope from around my balls and I could stand straight again. Leaving me standing there she made a quick trip out of the office and returned. “Let’s not forget your pager now darling.”

So saying, she grabbed my balls again and stretched them out. When she turned them loose again there was a thick leather strap locked around them. On top of it was a pager, turned so that I could read it if I lifted my balls. “Like I said, your pager has been modified just a little. Sometimes guys forget pagers, well, unless you leave your balls behind, you’re not gonna forget this one. You’re not gonna ignore it either. When I page you, its going to vibrate against your balls, guaranteed to get your attention…heck, it’ll even feel good.”

“What’s NOT going to feel good is if you decide to ignore my page. I’m giving you 15 minutes from the time I page you, until you call the number I leave. If you DON’T call in 15 min, I’m going to send another page, but this time with an extra code…Let me show you.”

With that she sat back at my desk and dialed a number from my phone…after a second or so, she hit the numeral ‘1’ and hung the receiver up. About 10 seconds later I was doubled over on the floor, it had felt like someone kicked me in the nuts. “See, when I enter that code, it tells the pager to give you a ‘mild’ electric shock. If I feel like being nasty, I can always enter a different code and up the voltage…would you like me to demonstrate?” The instant she started picking up the phone I responded. “No, No that’s not necessary Baroness. I understand perfectly. You’ve got my full attention, you’ll never have to use that option.” I said. And boy did I ever mean it! Whatever it took I was NOT going to miss that page.

If that was what she called a ‘mild’ shock I certainly didn’t want to experience anything heavier. Damn, I didn’t even want to experience THAT again. I was still lying there recovering when she came over and untied my hands. “Well, Jerry, I think we’ve both had a rewarding punishment session this time. I think you’re finally beginning to realize just how much of a learning experience this will be for you. And me, I’ve discovered that I LIKE having you lick my ass, you can expect to do MUCH more of that in the near future. Oh, by the way, be a dear and launder my panties for me, you can bring them with you tomorrow.”

Gina rearranged her clothes, gathered up the rope and her damn riding crop and returned to her desk. I slowly, quite painfully, got to my feet. The whole process took several minutes because every time my inner thighs touched, they hurt intensely. My ass hurt, my balls hurt, even my legs hurt from the strain they’d been under. Putting on my pants was horrible, even the contact with the soft cloth burned my raw inner thighs. The heavy strap fortunately didn’t make a bulge but I was constantly aware of its pressure…and something more.

The pager, locked around my privates, represented a different level of control. Instead of simply showing up at the appointed time, and taking my beating…I was now subject to Gina's whim at any time of the day, (or night). She had done something more, before this, I was aware that if I went out on a date, I might have to explain the welts on my butt. Now, well, there was simply NO way to explain a strap locked around my balls as anything but a symbol of being under someone else’s control. For now, that strap meant I was a slave.

If I’d been reading this story on the web, it would have been a pleasant fantasy to lose myself in. I could ‘imagine’ the sensuality of being ‘forced’ to lick my Domme’s pussy and ass, the restraint of the ropes. What I couldn’t have imagined was the constant pain from the whippings that striped my ass and legs, or the gasping memory of how agonizing that electric shock was. On top of it all, having to get dressed and continue on with work as though nothing had happened to me…This wasn’t fun, at least not for me, and it damn sure wasn’t sensual. This was raw abuse, or as Gina would put it, ‘punishment’ and boy-oh-boy was I feeling punished.

While I was putting my tie back on I was praying that Gina had run out of creativity for this afternoon and, better yet, would tire of whipping me. I feared not though. ‘Was any job really worth going through this?’ I asked myself…Yeah; this job was, just barely.

I got on with my day.