Thursday morning I prepared a bag again in case Mistress needed me to stay overnight. She did not bother me with many texts, she sent just one actually. She asked for a picture of a banana in my ass taken in the men's room. Then a video of me peeling the banana with my mouth after it had been in my ass. Fortunately, the office always had fruit available, with plenty of bananas. I stuck both ends of the banana in my butt, sending Mistress two photos so she knew wherever I put my mouth on the banana, that part had been in my ass.
I proudly went to the men's room before I left work, using three enemas then washing myself as best I could before leaving to serve my Mistress.
I arrived at Mistress' at 6:55. I stripped in the hallway, knocking on her door promptly at 7:00. She opened the door wearing her robe. She said nothing to me. She curled her finger instructing me to follow her. My bench was against the wall. I had been mentally prepared for another ride to start my night. I knew my ass was tender, now it throbbed with emptiness.
I dressed Mistress in a black bustier with red trim and laces and thigh high black leather boots. Her pussy sat open for everyone to see. Her nipples peeking out the top of the bustier. My cock ached pushing against the cage. My balls ached full of sperm after days of arousal with no release.
"Come. My client will be here in 20 minutes. You will shower so your ass and these grimy caged genitals are spic and span for my client," Mistress said, smacking the back of her hand on my crotch. "I do not want you to embarrass me in any way. If you do, you will be severely punished and our relationship will end."
My heart sank. No. No. You cannot send me away forever. No. I will do whatever you want. Anything.
"You will be double blindfolded the entire night. If you get the slightest hint of light inside your blindfold you must tell me immediately. You cannot know who this person is. We will be running a scenario at my client's request though she doesn't know you are part of it yet. You do not need to know what it is right now. Just go with what you hear. The scenario will quickly become obvious to you."
After my shower, Mistress stood me in the middle of the room. Mistress inspected my genitals and ass, making sure they were clean. She shrugged an approval. She attached padded cuffs to my wrists, a spreader bar to my legs, and a double blindfold over my eyes.
We reviewed my safe words while Mistress prepared me for the night. If I did not have the trust I had in my Mistress I would have been frightened when she hooked my cuffs onto something hoisting me into the air. I was spinning slowly. There was a knock at the door.
Mistress opened the door. From what I could tell the woman had not entered when Mistress asked her about her safe words and if there were any changes to her limits. The woman explained what Red, Yellow and Green meant and confirmed she had no changes in her limits, but as always, was willing to let Mistress try to extend them.
"Very well," Mistress said then in a stern voice she commanded, "Get in here. I do not like having to remain late at the office. You know why you're here right?"
"Yes Miss Hawthorne. I am here for my performance review. Sorry you had to stay late. My manager made me finish some work before I could leave my desk."
"That means nothing to me and is not my problem. Keeping me late will not make me very empathetic to your lousy performance."
"Who's that?" were the next words out of the woman's mouth when she stepped inside.
"That is Mr. Thomas from HR. He is here to observe my performance review techniques. Apparently there have been some complaints from some of our less productive employees. I will model everything I do to you on him tonight so he can assess the appropriateness of my ways. He is double blindfolded rendering him completely blind. He cannot see you so his assessment cannot be influenced should he find you the least bit attractive. He has strict instructions that any light getting to his eyes must be reported or he will be severely punished for failing at his job. Go and stand in front of him facing him. If he turns, you will grab his chastity cage and hold him so he is facing you. GO!"
I heard the footsteps of two women walking towards me. They stopped right in front of me.
"How has your performance been this year?" Mistress asked of her client.
"Well Miss Hawthorne. I think I did very well."
"VERY WELL! VERY WELL! Are you fucking kidding me? You were the worst fucking employee this company had this year."
As Mistress had said, the scenario was quickly revealed to me and rather obvious where this was going. Mistress pushed a finger against my hip. I started to spin.
"Well. I thought..."
"You thought. Fuck. You can't even follow simple instructions. What were my instructions when I stood you in front of this little twit from HR?"
I swear I could feel this woman hang her head.
"I forget Miss Hawthorne."
My guess is that this woman was so shocked by my presence that she was processing this change in her session while Mistress had given her those first set of instructions. I don't doubt she couldn't remember.
"Mr. Thomas. Can you believe the level of incompetence in this useless cunt of an employee? I think we should just fire her now then we can go home. What do you think?"
"I agree Miss Hawthorne. Useless. Can't even remember something you told her 3 minutes ago. Fire her. Let's go home."
"What were her instructions? Do you remember?"
"To stand in front of me and if I spin to take hold of chastity cage and keep me facing her."
"Exactly. Should we give her a chance to redeem herself?"
"I wouldn't. I still don't feel any hands on my balls. Fire the... what did you call her? Oh yeah, the useless cunt."
I felt soft hands on my thighs turning my back to face Mistress and her client, then one of those soft cold hands on my cage. My balls flushed will heat. My cock pumped against the cage.
"I'm going to give her a chance to keep her job if she wants to keep it. I'm sure we can find something this useless cunt can do around here that's of some value to you or me. Well, you useless cunt. Do you want to keep your job?"
Before she could answer I interjected, "Uh. Miss Hawthorne. You realize some HR people might find this name calling a bit abusive."
"Fuck them. You. Do you want to keep your job?"
"Yes. I need this job. I can't lose my job. My husband and I just bought a new house and I need the money."
"Ha. Then you are mine. When is the last time you had an orgasm you useless cunt? And don't lie to me. I will know."
"This morning Miss Hawthorne."
"That's when I had my last orgasm too. When my secretary ate my cunt before her day began like she does everyday."
"Um. Miss Hawthorne. I'm not sure that's within company regulations."
"Fuck company regulations. My secretary was a useless cunt too. Remember?"
