Again...the slut finds herself impatient in traffic the next morning, eager to get to work, hurrying from the elevator, thru the electronic door, into her office.
She hurries thru her routine... checking quickly in to the internet, hurrying to find her new "master" online. She finds Him, her face hot, nearly sweating. She scrambles through her papers to find the notes she had jotted down, trying to remember the rules He had given her, so she won't be beaten.
His tone as he greets her... She immediately cowers, even in her office, feeling her body low, her face down near the floor, kissing his boots.....licking them...cleaning them...
The day's humiliations, torments, mocking, the way he is able to make her feel stupid, powerless, confused.... She is not... that dumb...yet...he makes her feel that way. She fears it, struggles against it, yet, has to admit is drawn to it, craves it... needs it?
Shakes her head, no... no, does not need it.
He wants to know about her personal life, about her marriage, about ...... meeting Him.
She cringes, knowing that this against her personal code. Knows the reasons she won't cross that line.
Then she comes in the office during His torments, His usage. Omigosh .........he is... sooooo different. He leaves her body limp, drained....needing his??
She leaves at night, feeling drained......beaten ...cowered... like a whore....like a slave....
No, there is no way she would meet him.....become a real time slave..... groans....has considered this before. Though she craves this submission as part of her experience, she could not handle it in real life, the pain, the submission, the slavery.
Cannot even picture real life slavery... Pictures her self in Cyprus....not sure what Cyprus is like, Greece maybe, like Zorba the Greek?
Crawling on the floor of his...room in the UN compound? She shakes her head, can't see it, her pussy beaten raw, him whipping her, where would he do that?
What would he do with her all day? Chain her to His bed? Beat her so she wouldn't leave the room? Would he take her out in public?
Pictures her self walking down a dusty dirt road to market...stiffly...aching, bruised, beaten walking behind him, barefoot maybe? Wrists behind her tied loosely by cord, a leash around her neck....no around her waist and thru her crotch.... People giggling at the cord emerging from her zipper of her slacks....no....from a long flowing skirt, through a hole??.
No...shakes her head again.... Can't picture it...
The phone rings in her office, she picks it up.
"Well BITCH...!"
She stiffens, eyes widening.
"How does your pussy feel, you little whore?"
The blond gulps, "It's, sore"
Laughter rings thru the phone line, "Well, isn't it supposed to be?"
She sits silent.
"Well, isn't it whore?"
She gulps, "Y-y-yes-s-s Master."
The voice roars thru the phone, "I CAN'T HEAR YOU! What are you?"
She leans forward whispering into the phone, glancing at the door partly open. "I am a stupid blond whore, Master"
"AND? SPEAK UP WHORE!! I CANT HEAR YOU!!!"
She gulps, " I am a STUPID, blond Whore".
Laughter on the end of the line, "Is your door open?"
"Yes-s, Master"
He laughs harder, "GOOD! ............and, if I have to ask every question you are going to pay when you get home, bitch!"
She speaks softly, whimpering "A whore's pussy is supposed to be red, and puffy and swollen Master"
He laughs "Good. So, what does the whore want when she comes home tonight...?"
She gulps, her body taut, squirming in her chair. She looks again at the door. "I want Master to beat His pussy again tonight. Master....please? Can I? Please?"
He laughs on the other end of the line, "Are you begging me? You little whore?"
She closes her eyes, exhaling, slumping dejectedly in surrender, "Yes Master, I am... begging you..."
