She sits in the boardroom with the other directors in a vigorous discussion about finances, growth and expenditure. She holds her own with the men of industry and in an instant can hold the fate of a thousand employees in the tip of her exquisitely hand crafted fountain pen and yet she catches herself almost blushing whenever she feels the gold anklet underneath her silk stocking. It is her collar, a mark of submission and ownership. She still can't quite figure out how she became the possession of a bricklayer.
The meeting is called to a close and she is snapped back to reality. Arrangements are made, farewells exchanged and she finds herself riding the elevator down to the car park. She admires herself in the mirror, not just for the cascading black hair, flowing down her shoulders or the DD cup breasts, heavy firm and full, contained in a tight white blouse, the 27inch waist with a slight tummy bulge or the long legs accentuated by the black seam running up her calves and shown off by the 5 inch heels, but the tenacity and intelligence it took to get here, to be able to take this ride from the boardroom, to be accepted as an equal in a room full of men.
The blip blip of the security system of the M5 BMW reminds her where she parked. As she throws her briefcase across the front seat and slides in to the luxurious leather bucket seat she lets out a little cry of pain. The butt plug she was instructed to insert isn't the most comfortable thing to sit on. She pushes the starter button and the big throaty V8 engine barks into life. As she drives home, she wanders what pleasures or pain she will be rewarded with this evening. Racking her brain she tells herself she has been good and there will probably be a reward, but then, just to serve him is her reward.
She enters the apartment to find a note saying "shower and dress. You may only remove the plug to wash. Be out at 7pm". She undresses and once again watches herself in the mirror, knowing the hours spent keeping healthy are truly visible. She showers as instructed and after toweling herself dry, she reapplies her make up.
She opens the box containing her "dress" for the evening and instantly her lips moisten with anticipation. She puts on the PVC bodysuit, her favorite, the one with the breasts exposed and the crotch missing. So he does remember my birthday she thinks to herself. She steps into black patent leather stilettos and catching another glimpse in the mirror her large nipples instantly harden. She attaches the nipple clamps with the gold chain connecting them and puts on her blindfold at precisely 6 59. She takes her last few steps towards the door in darkness and awaits her reward for this evening.
She is anxious, nervous and listening for footsteps from down the hall over her right shoulder. She is startled by the breathing she notices coming from her left and feels the leash being attached to the chain between her nipples. Without a word said, she feels the tugging of the chain and in an instant a wave of searing pain shoots though her breasts. She quickly tries to catch up to her master and the only sounds in the whole apartment are his breathing and the sound of heels clicking on tiles. She is delighted when they turn left, this is their play room.
A large room, tiled, with many benches and crosses used for training and disciplining. They stop. He walks behind her and gently kisses the soft of her neck, she flinches a little at his touch. He whispers in her ear "happy birthday, you are in for a real treat tonight" and with that her blindfold is removed.
On the floor in front of her is a large dildo, mounted to a board so that it points straight in the air. She waits for instruction and sure enough is told to sit on it. Her pussy is so wet with anticipation that it only takes a little effort to accommodate the big latex toy. She squats comfortably in the heels and slowly starts to ride the toy but her attention is fixed solely on her master. There he stands in his manly
