Paying for My Mistae

I made a big mistake at work and now I am paying for it by being a submissive slut to my female boss who loves to dominate and humiliate me - almost as much as I enjoy being dominated.

This chapter is probably better understood if you read the others first but can stand on its own. I hope you like it.

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On Monday morning I entered my Mistress' office wearing one of my more daring suits. The skirt is about 2" shorter than would normally be acceptable in the office and comes almost to mid-thigh. I am wearing a very tight, white t-shirt that without a bra, clearly shows my nipples if I am not wearing the jacket. Lastly, I have on my 4" heels which I rarely wear to work.

"Close the door and lock it," my Mistress instructs.

The mere fact that she wanted the door locked has my pussy getting wet. I know she is going to make me do things, things that she doesn't want anyone to see.

"Stand in front of my desk slut and take off that jacket."

"Yes Mistress."

"Aren't you looking especially slutty today?"

I decide it might be best to stay quiet.

"What, no answer? Did you wear that thin little rag of a t-shirt so that everyone would see your tits? Or, did you just wear that for me, thinking that I would want to see your hard little nipples sticking out like a slutty little street walker?"

"I..... I thought you would like it Mistress. I can go home and change and I won't take lunch to make up the time."

"You don't have time to go home slut and your lunch time is not yours to give. We are going to the warehouse this morning and you will be there the rest of the day learning how this operation works. Now get over here."

I walked over in front of Mistress Nadia's desk. I was shaking, I think she was really upset at me. She stood up and pulled my t-shirt out of the waistband of my skirt and then up over my tits. She told me to put my hands on the desk behind me.

"Since you want to show off these tits so much let's make sure that you put on a good show."

Mistress Nadia grabbed my nipples and pinched them hard. She pulled and twisted them until they were burning. Then she stepped back, looked at them and then with her open hand, she slapped each of my tits until they were bright red. The sting of her hand each time she slapped the sides of my tits or across my nipples shot through my entire body, causing my knees to nearly buckle. I struggled to keep my hands on the desk.

When she finished slapping my tits she once again pinched and twisted my nipples until I thought they would come off. They were on fire and each pull or twist intensified the pain. Looking down, my normally milky white tits were bright red and my nipples were dark and swollen.

It still felt like my nipples were on fire when Mistress Nadia reached down and put her hand under my skirt. I knew what she was going to find. My juices were already running down my legs and when she roughly shoves two fingers into my drenched pussy, I could see the look of disgust in her eyes.

She pulled her fingers out of my pussy and they were covered with my juices. They were completely coated and glistening as she shoved them past my lips and into my mouth.

"Clean these up slut and then get back to work and leave your jacket off. That's what you want isn't it? You want everyone to see your tits."

I sucked my juices off her fingers as best I could. I felt ashamed, like I had disappointed my Mistress, I couldn't look her in the eyes. I also dreaded going back to my desk, sure that anyone could see how hard and swollen my nipples are and even how red they were from Mistress Nadia's punishing.

"I'm sorry Mistress, I didn't mean to displease you."

"Just get back to work. We leave for the warehouse in an hour."

"Yes Mistress," I grabbed my jacket and held it in front of me as I walked back to my desk.

The warehouse is about 30 minutes outside of town and although I hadn't ever been there, I remember reading an article about it in the paper a few years ago. It was touted as being one of the most high-tech, automated warehouses in the country. There was some controversy at first with unions because they claimed the automation took away jobs but in actuality, the warehouse had tripled in size and the majority of the workers had been retrained to run the computers and various robots so there were few workers that actually lost their jobs.

By the time we were ready to leave for the warehouse, the pain in my nipples had cooled down somewhat but they were still quite swollen and very noticeable under my t-shirt. I carried my jacket in front of me, covering my obvious protrusions until I got to the parking garage. I stood next to Mistress Nadia's car until she arrived.

When she came out of the elevator in the parking garage, Mistress Nadia unlocked the doors and without looking at me or saying a word she climbed into the driver's side and I crawled into the passenger seat.

Finally, Mistress Nadia looked at me and said, "Pull your skirt up and spread your legs. And put that jacket in the back seat. You won't be wearing it at the warehouse."

I turned and laid my suit jacket in the back seat of the car and then pulled my skirt up to my waist, resting my bare ass on the soft leather. I had forgotten how soft the leather was. It felt cool against my skin.

I looked over at Mistress Nadia and she was staring at me. "Did I do something wrong Mistress?"

"You want to show off your tits so badly, I was waiting for you to pull up your blouse so that anyone that we drive past could see them."

"Mistress I...."

"Are you going to disobey me? I will remind you that we have an agreement."

"No Mistress, I didn't mean to...... I will do whatever you want." I pleaded.

I pulled my t-shirt up and strapped my seatbelt between my breasts and buckled it and spread my legs.

As we pulled out of the parking garage Mistress Nadia explained that she would arrange for a tour of the warehouse for me. She laid out specific instructions on what I was to look for, learn, and then what her expectations were for me going forward as it pertained to the warehouse operations. It was a bit surreal riding in her car completely exposed while she talked business as if I were in a conference room or in her office going over various accounts.

About 15 minutes into the drive she all of the sudden switched the conversation to my other training. She asked if I had been wearing the butt plug that she had given me and I assured her that I had. She looked over at me, and then casually reached over and fondled my nipples. Not roughly like she had earlier, this time it was gentle.

She softly rolled my hard nubs between her thumb and forefinger, gently tugging on them until they were completely hard again. She didn't say a word but just kept playing with them and occasionally scratching the nipple lightly with her fingernails. I was aching for her to do more.

"Play with your pussy but do not cum."

"Yes Mistress."

I reached between my legs and felt what I already knew. I was very wet and I began to slide my fingers along my slit and then circling my clit. I was afraid to put too much pressure on my clit because I was afraid that I might get too close to cumming and if I got out of control, I would disappoint my Mistress again.

"You better not cum and if you leave a wet spot on my seat, you will lick it up, do you understand."

"Yes Mistress."

Fuck, why do I feel this way? I know there will be a wet spot and the humiliation of licking up the juices from my leaking pussy only makes me wetter. How does she do this? I have never wanted to please anyone this badly in my life.

When we pulled into the parking lot at the warehouse, Mistress told me to get my clothes in order. She got out of the car while I was still trying to tuck my shirt in. She came around to my side of the car and when I got out and was able to pull my skirt down, there was an embarrassingly large wet spot on the seat.

"Lick it up."

"Yes Mistress."

I knew she wanted to humiliate me and it was working. I also knew that she wanted to watch me be humiliated so I kept my legs straight and slightly spread as I bent over and made a show of licking up my pussy juice from her black leather seat.

"That's a good pet, now grab your notebook and follow me."

She called me pet. "Yes Mistress," I said a little too excitedly.

Inside, she introduced me to Chuck, the General Manager of the warehouse. Chuck and Nadia's father designed the warehouse and now that Nadia's father had retired, Chuck was the expert on this highly automated warehouse, or as he referred to it, logistics center.

Nadia explained that she had some business to go over with Chuck and that Chuck had arranged for two of his best men to give me the tour. He called on his radio and a few minutes later two very large black men came into the office. They seemed to know Nadia as well and she addressed them as James and Ritchie. They both seemed very excited to see her and then even more excited when Nadia introduced me.

I don't think either of them looked me in the eye as they were immediately drawn to my chest. They didn't seem to be shy about it and felt free to ogle me in front of Nadia but when Chuck was talking, they focused their attention on him. Chuck gave them instructions on where to take me and to make sure that I was well informed about certain processes.

James and Richie looked like they could have been brothers. Both were well over 6' tall and both were built like they could have played professional football. They were wearing polo shirts with the company logo on the breast and they filled them out very nicely. Their huge biceps caused the sleeves to slide up which showed off their similar tattoos.

As we left the office to start our tour, I couldn't help but notice their perfect V-shaped torsos and their tight butts. I on the other hand quickly assessed that this was the wrong day to wear my 4" heels because the hard concrete floor was going to take a toll on them if we walked the entire warehouse. I think the guys noticed as well that every step on the hard floor with those heels caused my breasts to bounce quite noticeably.

Both guys were very professional showing me the different aspects of their logistics center and they were also very knowledgeable and answered all of my questions. I couldn't help but keep noticing that they were also very interested in me and although they didn't ask me any personal questions, their eyes were certainly curious.

By 11:00am we had reached the half-way point and we were in the back part of the building in the receiving area. They guys explained that much of the material they received arrived packed in crates that still had to be disassembled manually before the contents could be inventoried and stored. A problem they were still working on.

I asked the guys if they wouldn't mind if we took a break and sat down for a minute. My feet were killing me and I explained that I hadn't known about the tour or I would have worn different shoes. For the first time, they weren't all business and James made a comment about how he really, really like my shoes. Richie nodded his agreement.

I sat down on one of the crates and slipped my shoe off and began rubbing my foot. I could already see a blister starting to form when James came over next to me and offered to rub my feet for me.

I didn't think it would be very professional but he was very genuine and seemed to understand how painful it was. Besides, he didn't really wait for an answer and sat down on the crate next to mine and lifted my foot onto his lap. He gently rubbed my foot and it felt soooo good.

I wasn't really paying attention at first but then I noticed Richie staring intently at me. He sat on the floor and from where he was sitting and the way my legs were situated with my foot in James' lap, I quickly figured out he could look right up my skirt and see my bare pussy. I started to react but then just as quickly decided not to do anything.

I liked that he was looking up my skirt and I hoped that he could see my pussy. With James rubbing my foot and Richie looking up my skirt, I could feel my nipples grow harder and I just closed my eyes and let my head fall back, enjoying the feeling.

It only lasted a moment though as I heard a noise and looked up to see Mistress Nadia come around the corner in a golf cart. When she saw us sitting there with my foot in James' lap her face turned very red. This was not good.

"So this is what you do when I give you the opportunity to learn our business. You have the employees rubbing your feet," then she looked at Richie, "and looking up your skirt?"

I sat up quickly and moved my leg from James' lap and put my shoe on. I couldn't help but notice the sizeable lump in James' pants next to where my leg had been. And I noticed the same thing when Richie stood up. His looked even larger and would have been very hard to miss.

"You two go tell Chuck that I will be ready to go to lunch in about 20 minutes and then wait in the office for me."

"Sure, but we were just taking a break and......"

"Just go. I will deal with you later."

I was still standing there, looking at the floor. I couldn't look her in the eyes. This was the second time today that I had disappointed my Mistress. I knew better than to try to say anything. I just waited for the storm.

When I finally looked up, Mistress Nadia was looking around the crates for something and finally she picked up some long strips of plastic that were on the floor.

"Hold out your hands."

I held my hands out in front of me and she pushed them together and then wrapped the plastic around my wrists and tied it tightly, the long ends hanging almost to the floor. Then she pulled my t-shirt up again like she had done earlier this morning and slapped each of my tits.

"I guess you haven't learned your lesson," was all she said.

She turned me around and pushed me over to the crate that I had been sitting on. It was just about waist high and she pushed me against it and then pushed on my back until I was bent over the crate.

"Hold out your hands."

"Yes Mistress."

She grabbed the ends of the plastic and pulled me forward until I was bent over the crate. She quickly tied the plastic to the other end of the crate. My breasts were hanging beneath me, my nipples just touching the rough wood of the crate. Mistress then walked back around me and pulled my skirt up above my waist. She kicked at my legs, letting me know to spread them and then when she felt they were wide enough apart, she picked up two more plastic strips and tied my ankles to either side of the crate, holding my legs in place, spread wide.

For a moment, I heard her moving around but I was too scared to look. Finally, I snuck a glance to my right and saw her pick up a piece of wood from one of the opened crates. It looked to be about 2 feet long and jagged and had the same rough texture as the wood I was laying across.

"Now slut, I am going to teach you a lesson you won't forget."

I heard the board slicing through the air before I felt it. The wooden slat hit me square across both cheeks and I screamed. The pain was more than I expected and I could feel every splinter of the rough wood on my behind. Not only that but when it hit me I jerked forward causing my already tender nipples to scratch against the rough wood surface of the crate I was stretched across.

I knew that I was in for more than one but when the second one didn't come, I looked up and turned my head to see Nadia moving toward my head.

"Open your mouth."

I obeyed immediately and she stuffed something in my mouth and then pushed my head back down. After a second, I realized that she had taken off her panties and stuffed them in my mouth to keep me quiet. I could feel the delicate lace against my tongue and lips and I could taste the familiar tang of my Mistress.

It was only a moment before the second blow came and then a third and a fourth. After ten I stopped counting but I think I had at least 20 or maybe even 25 before she stopped. Each blow caused my tender ass to scream with pain and my sensitive nipples to scrape against the rough wood causing them to become increasingly raw and painful.

When she finished she walked back toward my head, roughly grabbed my hair and said, "Don't even think that your lesson is over for today." Then she walked away and I heard her get in the golf cart and leave.

I was left there tied to a crate with my shirt pulled up over my very sore tits and my skirt pulled up, my bare ass high in the air, and I was unable to move. I lay there for what seemed to be about 10 minutes before I heard footsteps.

I was horrified to think who might find me here like this. I was basically naked, tied to a crate, my hair a mess and sobbing like a baby. I heard whoever it was stop behind me and then I heard them say something and recognized the voices. It was James and Richie.

"Mmmffffffaaa."

"What's that? We can't understand you."

Richie walked up and pulled the panties from my mouth.

"Please untie me."

"I don't think so. You see when Nadia got back to the office, she told Chuck what happened and he docked our pay for the day. Nadia told us where to find you and said that we could do whatever we want with you. She told us to tell you that when we were done with you, you could find your own way home slut. She is pissed at you and with us. Since we are losing a day's pay, I think it is only fair that we get a little something out of this."

"Please don't. I didn't mean to get you guys in trouble. Please just untie me and let me go."

Richie looked at the panties in his hand and asked, "Where did these come from? I know they're not yours since I was looking at your bare pussy before so are these Nadia's?"

"Yes," I blushed.

Richie bent down to eye level and looked at me. "Would your rather have your boss' panties back in our mouth or my dick?"

He didn't really want me to answer because he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi-hard cock. It was long and thick and he stroked in front of my face. Behind me, I felt James slide his fingers along my pussy.

"Damn, she is dripping pussy juice back here. She really is a slut." Then he pushed one of his thick fingers into my cunt.

Richie slapped his rapidly hardening cock against my face several times. I knew what I was in for and being honest with myself, I wanted it. I opened my mouth and Richie pushed his thick cock in as far as I could take it. His cock was easily the thickest I had ever had in my mouth.

James was fingering my pussy now with two of his fingers easily sliding in and out of my wet hole. He pumped his thick fingers in and out of me several times fast and then slowed down, dragging his fingertips across my g-spot before once again quickening his pace. I was getting very close to cumming.

Richie was fully hard now and I was sucking and licking his hard, black cock. I wanted to feel him all the way in my throat but I wasn't sure I could do it. He was so thick, my jaw was sore after just a few minutes.

James pulled his fingers from my pussy and wiped them on my tight little asshole. I hadn't seen his cock but if it was bigger than his fingers, I knew that I was in for a good fucking and if he wanted to fuck my ass, I wasn't going to be able to stop him. But then again I wasn't sure I would want to.

A second later, I felt the tip of James' cock against my cunt and just as he pushed it in, he slapped my ass. My poor ass was so tender that I screamed but nobody would have heard it since Richie's cock was now working its way into my throat.

Both men began fucking me. James fucking me from behind and Richie holding my hair and fucking my mouth. They were sawing back and forth, one going in as the other was coming out. Each time my poor nipples were dragged across the rough wood of the crate and I was sure they would soon be bleeding if they weren't already.