This story will be best appreciated if read in order after the first two parts.
When we returned from vacation I unloaded the car, then spent an hour cleaning and returning the toys to their designated places. I put on a laundry and made supper for Mistress. She instructed me to get under the table, spread her legs, and gestured toward her proffered pussy.
"Eat up."
I crawled toward her on hands and knees and settled in for my dinner. Despite her treatment of me recently I did still enjoy the act of eating her pussy. She seemed to like the salad I'd made for her. I hoped there would be leftovers for me. I had no intention of eating nothing but her pussy for dinner.
"Good salad."
My tongue was deep in her hot hole, and I mumbled thanks. She was responding to my attentions and moaned as I moved my tongue to her swelling clit. Her generous flow of nectar was a saucier's dream and I had to admit that I did still respond to this submissive scene, even though my love for my wife had dissolved.
She came powerfully as I punished her clit with my tongue. Internally I was consumed with thoughts of what I would do in the morning when I returned to work.
Come morning I stretched out the aches from sleeping on the floor, prepared for my expected slave duties, conscious of not giving Mistress any reason to expect that her life was about to change dramatically before dinner time.
She had me attend to my usual morning obligations. She had trained me in the art of light latrine duty specifically to accept her morning offering before giving her a wake- up orgasm. It was a ritual I'd always enjoyed. That morning, I rehearsed my plan for her surprise while I worshipped her.
She gave me instructions regarding the program we were to be debugging at work while I drove. I was actually envisioning lines of code I was planning to write as soon as I got to my keyboard. It was different code from the one she discussed. I had a hard time not smiling at what the results of my plan might be.
I can't say writing the code held no excitement for me, but as I sat down and powered up my system, I felt my cock beginning to stiffen. Revenge was inflaming me sexually and the prospect was delicious. It was akin to knocking on the door of a woman I'd been pursuing and was sure that tonight would be the night.
As I began typing my excitation grew and the code flowed from my fingertips to the screen. It took more than an hour to write the code I had composed while lying on the floor at the foot of our bed, recalling the painful humiliation she had forced me to endure at the hands of the men she employed to use me like a bitch.
When I hit enter it was practically orgasmic. Now it was simply a matter of time. I would continue to submit as usual until my plan reached fruition, but then it would be a new day. No telling how long it might take, but I could endure whatever her cruel plans might be in the interim, armed with the knowledge that my day was coming.
She stepped behind my chair and stroked my hair affectionately.
"Follow me."
She walked to her workstation, sat in her chair, pointed to the floor at her feet, snapped her fingers and said in a saccharine sweet voice, "Eat my pussy, bitch."
She pulled her grey suit skirt up to reveal her bare pussy and pressed her hips forward.
"Now."
As much as I had always enjoyed feasting on her pretty pussy things had changed in my mind since the moment my plan had begun forming the night before, lying on the floor, inspired by the pain in my abused anus.
While I devoured her freely flowing sex my thoughts were focused on plans to turn the tables and what I imagined happening to her when the trap snapped shut on her. I fantasized about how she might react, if I tied her to our bed with her ass filled with Crisco, and she first experienced my fist entering her tight virginal hole.
My cock was rigid and dripping precum as I lapped away at her sex, imitating the trained bitch she was thinking me to be. My rigidity was predicated on the mental picture I held of her screaming in agony if my arm were buried to the elbow inside her. If you asked her, she would have ascribed it to the complete control she imagined she held over my sexuality.
She came eventually and pushed me away before returning to her work.
"Have you finished the code you were writing for me."
"Yes, Mistress."
"You'll find a nice large plug and lube in my purse. Take them to the bathroom and put it in. I want you nice and open for tonight. I have plans."
I hung my head obediently and followed her directions like the obedient sheep she expected while thinking about ways I would use her for my pleasure and her anguish very soon. She would regret her cruelty more than she could possibly imagine. She had created a monster.
The day progressed ordinarily with both of us typing away, working on our sections of the master program that was the prime focus of the entire company. She casually instructed me to fetch lunch for her and I continued keeping a low profile by going out to bring sandwiches for both of us.
We ate the food while continuing with our tasks. She crumpled the bag and wrapping from her lunch and waved the trash at me. Again, I played my part and attended to her rubbish with visions of her impending comeuppance dancing in my imagination.
It was impossible to be sure when my trap would spring shut on her, but I knew it would be amazing when it did. As much as dream of ruining her asshole with my arm appealed to my vengeful fury, I knew that my plan would actually be crueler and more horrifying for her.
I had to suffer through two hours of her meanness and cruelty before the time bomb, I'd planted in her computer detonated.
I was in the middle of writing a complex sub program for a guidance system when the SWAT team stormed the building.
"Step away from your computers."
The automatic weapon toting agent dressed in assault gear shouted. The other four officers held their weapons on everyone in the room. The assault rifles spurred instant compliance and we gathered near the wall as our computers were seized by a team of FBI agents in their blue windbreakers.
I was surprised when another group of agents handcuffed everyone and led us to vans in the parking lot.
I did my best to contain my smile and the urge to leap exultantly into the air. I do love it when a plan comes together.
Over the next few hours, we were frog marched into a nondescript building and left to cool our heels in cage-like pens, One by one we were escorted out and led to antiseptic interrogation rooms and seated at tables where we waited for agents to appear.
When the door opened and two agents entered the real fun began.
"Do you know why you're here?"
"Haven't got a clue, how can I help you?"
The stern looking woman agent made a show of flipping pages in the file folder she held in a threatening way as though it were a hand gun.
"Someone at your company has been selling highly classified information to a foreign representative. When we identify the traitor they will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law."
"I sure am glad it's not me."
"It has been isolated to your department, specifically your section."
