On Sunday evening, as Laura was straightening up her apartment and looking for something to wear to work the next day, her mind was filled with thoughts of John. She idly wondered if being able to so easily switch modes from the erotic activities they shared to her run of the mill weekend activities was a sign of having a split personality. Laughing at herself, she sat crosslegged on her bed and polished her nails while watching an old movie.
The weekend had been ordinary but she had found comfort in the routine tasks. She had cleaned the apartment, talked to the kids on the phone, did the grocery shopping; and basically went about all her everyday chores as if nothing were different. At night, alone in her bed though, was another story. She woke frequently during the night to find her hand between her thighs, working her pussy feverishly. Everywhere she looked, everything she saw, everything she heard seemed somehow sexual in nature. Her senses seemed to be heightened somehow, and she relished things as simple as the touch of her silk robe against her skin. Taking a shower had become a lengthy exercise as once her soapy hands began roaming her body, she would become lost in fantasy and stand daydreaming under the spray.
At last Monday morning dawned, and Laura sang happily along with the radio as she made her way to work. Walking into the office, she was struck by the silence and realized John was not there. Her heart lurched as she sank into her desk chair, then she spotted the post-it fluttering from her computer monitor.
"Meeting with a prospective client at 9, check your email, J" she read and her face brightened considerably. She got her things settled in a desk drawer and booted up her system. Logging into her email account, she scrolled down through garbage offering her credit cards, a cure for snoring, Viagra, and the best free live porn on the net.
"Same old, same old, " she mused out loud. "Ah, there it is."
She clicked on her Master's entry, subject line "Today's Instructions." Smiling, she began to read:
Good morning, my dearest Laura. I hate not being there to see you first thing, but I should be in by 11. I hope you had a good weekend, but I must confess mine was nothing to get excited over and it feels like forever since Friday.
Please get a preliminary contract ready for this client, I'm sure we will need it and everything you need is in the folder on my desk. Other than that, just take care of the mail and the phones this morning.
Oh… one more thing. Clear the top of my desk completely. We might need the space."
"Need the space? For what?" Laura wondered. "Ohhhhh.. He probably has blueprints to spread out."
She busied herself with her tasks and updating some files and was surprised to find it was almost 11:30 when she heard John's car pull into the driveway. He strode through the door, bearing Chinese food for lunch, which he knew she adored. His smile faded quickly though as he came around her desk and stared down at her.
Her grin faltered as she saw his sudden change of expression. "Sir… what is it? What's wrong?"
He pointed an accusing finger at her lower body where her skirt was neatly tucked under her bottom.
"Oh my god… " her cheeks flamed scarlet and she knew she was in trouble, but how much?
"Go, quickly, fetch the toy box and come to my desk." John assumed a cold angry expression, but inside he was gleeful. He hadn't dreamed an opportunity to discipline her justifiably would arise so soon. Standing at his desk, waiting for her, he was pleased to see it had been cleared as requested.
Eyes downcast, she approached him, the basket in hand. Taking it from her without a word, John unlocked it and retrieved the leather flogger from inside. He was just about to close the box when the gleaming nipple clamps caught his eye. Pulling them out as well, he held them dangling in front of her.
"Take off your blouse and bra, my disobedient slave. It is time to put these to use."
"You would think I'd be getting used to stripping in front of him," Laura thought, "but it still makes me feel so self-conscious." Quickly unbuttoning her blouse and dropping it on the side chair, she did the same with her lacy bra. She shivered as he grasped her nipples with each hand and pinched them repeatedly, then fastened the clamps down tightly, drawing a gasp from her. Tugging at the chain to confirm the clamps were indeed on securely, he nodded with satisfaction.
