Susan's hands trembled as she locked the office's main entrance door. She felt as if her heart would beat out of her chest as she waited for Lisa, the last employee at the law firm, to leave work. She felt as if Lisa was tormenting her by working late on a Friday night...Susan's night with Ms. Stanton. And, it was Lisa who caused Susan to be late with her financial report to Ms. Stanton. Susan was sure that she would feel the lash on her bare bottom for that infraction. Ms. Stanton had exacting standards. She accepted no excuses especially when she could see Susan and Lisa chatting for at least an hour after lunch.
Susan had desperately tried to end her conversation with Lisa, but Lisa had so many personal problems that she wanted to talk about. Susan was never good at telling anyone she was busy or had something more important to do. Her office financial report to Ms. Stanton was due promptly at 3:30 PM every Friday. She knew the deadline. There was no excuse for not having it completed on time. Ms. Stanton always reads the financial report every Friday afternoon so she could plan her staffing needs for the following week.
Ms. Stanton was youngest partner at one of the most prestigious law firms in Birmingham, UK. She was a no nonsense woman in her mid thirties who worked her way up to a senior management position with the firm through her hard work and professional competence. Her professional reputation was unmatched especially in the courtroom.
Susan felt the butterflies in her lower stomach as she nervously entered Ms. Stanton's large office. No matter how many times she went through the ritual, the excitement never subsided. Maybe that was because Susan never knew exactly what to expect. Of course, she knew exactly what was expected of her as did all of Ms. Stanton's employees. However, Susan was expected to be more than just an employee or a legal secretary ever since Ms. Stanton found the erotic bondage story Susan had written while waiting for assignments. She described very detailed scenes she imagined with Ms. Stanton...scenes that would later become a part of her employment with Ms. Stanton.
Ms. Stanton had a commanding presence that always melted Susan's resolve and made her want to sink to her knees before her employer and mistress. She always felt an incredible submissive buzz while in Ms. Stanton's presence. No detail was too small to be attended to by Susan. Susan wondered how the entire office staff could not worship Ms. Stanton as she did. It was all that Susan could do not to call her "mistress" during the work day. It was such a natural thing to do that Susan hoped she would never slip and reveal their relationship to the office staff. However, she was now free from such constraints and worries. She could drop her professional facade and become the slave girl she always dreamed of becoming. Her only concern now was Ms. Stanton's pleasure.
Ms. Stanton sat on her sofa with her legs crossed next to the coffee table. She sipped a glass of wine as she chatted amiably on the phone. Her dark eyes seemed to penetrate Susan's very soul as she watched Susan cross the room and open the cabinet behind Ms. Stanton's desk. Ms. Stanton wore a two-piece conservative business suit consisting of a tight dark professional skirt and double button jacket. With her jacket on the sofa beside her, her black skirt appeared to be incredibly sexy especially with her black corset-like top. The hook-n-eye closures down the front of her top and the corset style accentuated her firm breasts and trim athletic figure. Susan wondered if anyone had noticed what Ms. Stanton wore under her jacket.
Susan felt her pussy throb as she retrieved the long slender tube from Ms. Stanton's cabinet. She also took the wooden box from a drawer. She walked quietly to Ms. Stanton placing the tube and box on the coffee table. She opened the end of the tube and slid out Ms. Stanton's crop and whips. She quickly and expertly arranged the crop and whips on the coffee table in front of Ms. Stanton. Each item was to be arranged two-inches apart with the handle facing Ms. Stanton.
Next, Susan opened the box. She quickly worked to arrange each item in neat rows. She started with the clips. The clips with chains were to be arranged parallel and in order of severity from the top to the bottom. Then the plugs and vibes were to be arranged in order of size. Finally, the black plastic clothes pins were arranged in neat rows.
Susan quickly returned to the cabinet and retrieved the leather collar and leash. Returning to Ms. Stanton, Susan placed these items on the very end of the coffee table. Ms. Stanton's dark eyes watched Susan carefully. Susan knew Ms. Stanton would notice the slightest infraction. That thought thrilled Susan as she prepared for the final part of their Friday ritual...the transformation of the mousey legal secretary into the slutty slave girl.
Susan stood and stepped out of her shoes placing both neatly next to each other beside the door. Next, she unbuttoned her conservative pinstripe suit jacket. Ms. Stanton always demanded each of her employees to dress in a professional and conservative manner. Susan was no exception. Susan's fingers trembled as she slid the jacket off and folded it neatly. Ms. Stanton expected her to take care of her things. Each piece of clothing was to be folded as if it were being put on display in a shop window.
Susan wore a lace cami top under her suit jacket. She wanted something to look sexy even though Ms. Stanton would only see her in it for a few seconds. It made her feel sexy for her mistress as she waited for the work day to end. She slid the cami top over her head, and placed the neatly folded top on her folded jacket.
Ms. Stanton continued to chat with someone on the phone. Susan could feel Ms. Stanton's eyes watching her every movement. Susan wanted to be sexy and pleasing to her mistress. She took great care every Friday morning to bath and shave exactly as Ms. Stanton expected. Ms. Stanton had given Susan specially scented oils she was to use after her bath that made her skin extra smooth. Susan was sure that Ms. Stanton would thoroughly inspect her slave girl to make sure her instructions were followed. Any infraction would be noticed and punished.
Next Susan unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it...folding her skirt and placing it on top of the pile of clothes she already removed. Susan could feel her face flush as she stood before her mistress in her bra and panties. She hesitated only a moment as she thought of how she hoped that her mistress would think she was sexy in her lace panties and bra. Quickly reaching behind, Susan unfastened her bra and slipped it off her arms. Her dark nipples felt very hard as she folded her bra adding it to the pile. With one last glance at her mistress hoping that she would be pleased with what she saw, Susan slipped her panties down her long legs and stepped out of them. They were the last thing to be place on the pile.
Ms. Stanton with her legs crossed sat on the end of the sofa watching Susan's every move. As the final act in the ritual, Susan knelt placing her lips to the carpet in front of Ms. Stanton's feet. Her nipples were to touch the carpet, knees shoulder width, forearms palm down in front of her shoulders, and back arched. Susan felt her submissive buzz deepen knowing that she was completely exposed and vulnerable.
"I have to go, dear. I have an employee here that needs disciplinary actions. You know how these employees can be. You give them an inch, and they start to disregard their assigned duties." Ms. Stanton said with a laugh that deepened Susan's humiliation...humiliation that Susan hated and craved at the same time. She could only imagine that the person Ms. Stanton was talking with would assume that Ms. Stanton was about to prepare a letter of reprimand. She wondered what her friend would think if she knew that Ms. Stanton had a naked slave girl kneeling at her feet with bare bottom exposed and waiting the whip.
"What am I to do with you, Susan? You know that I expect my financial report promptly at 3:30. I use that report to plan my staffing needs for next week. You know that, but instead, you chat all afternoon with Lisa while I wait for my report." Ms. Stanton said in her most professional tone. No one would have thought that she was reprimanding a naked slave girl at her feet.
"I'm sorry Mistress" Susan quietly said. No punishment could exceed the anguish she felt at disappointing her mistress. She needed to feel the sting of the whip. She needed to show her mistress that she would obey her every command no matter how painful or humiliating. Only then would the anguish of her disobedience begin to dissolve.
"Stand" Ms. Stanton commanded as Susan quickly stood placing her hands behind her head and spreading her legs wide for her mistress' inspection. She loved the feel of being completely exposed and vulnerable before her mistress. The toys neatly lined up on the table left no doubt about what could be done to a naked slave girl so exposed.
Ms. Stanton walked slowly around Susan. Susan felt her mistress' dark penetrating eyes burning her exposed skin. She knew that Ms. Stanton expected perfection. Susan was to go to the gym every night after work and complete a work out regiment that was designed by Ms. Stanton to keep her fit and trim. She was also required to give up her cigarettes. Susan trembled as she felt Ms. Stanton's hand touch her bare stomach. Her hand felt warm and commanding. Ms. Stanton's eyes were intense as they looked deeply into Susan's eyes. Susan knew she could hide nothing from her mistress.
"Did you follow my instructions this week" Ms. Stanton asked of Susan. Susan was to bring herself to the very edge of her orgasm three times each day during the week, but under no circumstance was Susan to cum. She was to use her vibe once in the morning and twice in the evening taking herself to within three seconds of orgasm each time. Eventually, Ms. Stanton would train Susan to bring herself even closer before stopping. Susan knew that she had no right to orgasm no matter how excited she became. Her orgasms belonged to her mistress as did her entire body.
"Yes Mistress" Susan answered as she felt her clit throb. She longed for Ms. Stanton's touch all week. She imagined it was Ms. Stanton who took her to the edge of her orgasm each time. It had been nearly a week since she was last allowed to orgasm. She loved Ms. Stanton's control. It excited her to know that she would be given permission to cum only if she completed Ms. Stanton's assignments during the week. It made her feel so incredibly submissive and sexy. It gave her extra incentive to be the best submissive she could be for her mistress. She worried Ms. Stanton would deny her her release this weekend because of her tardiness with the financial report. She was sure that she would at least feel the sting of the whip for that infraction.
"You know that this wet pussy belongs to me, don't you dear?" Ms. Stanton asked as her hand slipped between Susan's widely parted legs taking hold of her bare pussy.
"Yes Mistress" Susan answered with a shudder. Ms. Stanton's touch sent electric shocks of excitement through Susan's exposed sex. She was so excited she was sure she could cum in Ms. Stanton's hand if she were given permission.
"Tell me the rules, Susan" Ms. Stanton commanded as she took hold of Susan's hard throbbing clit between thumb and finger gently squeezing.
"Rule 1 -- My mistress is always right." Susan squealed as she felt her mistress's pressure increase. "Rule 2 -- I am her property to do with as she wants. Rule 3 -- My pleasure is a gift from my mistress. I am not to touch my pussy or orgasm without her express permission." Susan said feeling her submissive buzz deepen with each word. Susan needed to say those words. She needed feel completely owned by her mistress.
"That's my good girl. I see that you followed my instructions this morning" Ms. Stanton said referring to Susan's shaved sex. Ms. Stanton released Susan's clit and let her hand slide over Susan's bare sex feeling the softness. The sensation was almost enough to make Susan cum in her mistress's hand.
"Yes Mistress. I did exactly as you instructed". Susan loved preparing herself for her mistress every Friday morning. She always got up an hour early to complete her ritual. She would take a hot bath and shave under her arms, her legs, and finally her pussy. Then she was to rub scented oils over her entire body so that she would be silky smooth for her mistress in the evening.
"I might someday have to place my ring here so my slutty slave girl doesn't forget who this wet pussy belongs to" Ms. Stanton said as she took Susan's clit between thumb and finger...the pressure once again sent waves of pleasure / pain coursing through Susan's body. The thought of wearing her mistress' ring frightened and excited her.
"It is your property, Mistress" Susan said with a whimper.
