It had been a very long week, filled with investor meetings and all of the other little extras that go along with out-of-town visitors. But it was finally Friday evening, and the last investor had left around four o'clock. That gave her just enough time to finish the reports and correlate the copies into stacks to be stapled into booklets. By the time Cynthia printed out the last set of 'minutes', she was ready for a long, hot soak in a steaming bubble bath. But, the final paperwork would require a signature to make it official before she could actually call it a day.
An hour later, as she walked through the door into his office, Mr. Walters signed the last page with a flourish and tossed the ink pen in the trash can beside his desk.
"I have decided to revise our little Saturday games, my dear." he said as he turned to face her.
As tired as she was, a little thrill of excitement shivered along her spine. No matter how exhausting the week was, looking forward to their 'private' time on Saturday made it all worthwhile.
"Come here, pet." her Master said, as he pointed to the spot between his feet.
She couldn't hold back the little grin, or the sparkle that made her eyes light up. "Yes, Master." she murmured softly.
"From now on, you will find an itemized list in your 'in-box'. You are to follow the list exactly as it is written. Every item will have been given a great deal of thought, and each will have a specific purpose. Do you understand?" he said, as he watched her face closely for any hint of reserve or hesitation.
"Yes, Master Mitch. I understand everything you have told me." she responded immediately.
"Good. Now, here is your list for tomorrow. Go home, take a soothing bath and get plenty of rest. You'll need it." he instructed, as he held out a folded sheet of paper.
Cynthia shuddered at the deepening tones of his voice, coupled with the faintly sardonic smile that tilted the corners of his mouth. Both promised she was in for an adventure on her return to the office in the morning.
Once she'd returned to the outer office, and before she began to gather her coat, purse and gloves ... she unfolded the piece of paper. In the familiar bold strokes of his handwriting she read:
#1. wear only the red corset, black heels, black lace garter belt and fishnet stockings.
#2. let your hair hang loose and unbound.
#3. nothing but your coat is allowed to cover the clothing listed under item number one.
Her knees shook at the visual. In essence she would have to ride the subway ... naked.
* * * * *
As Cynthia stepped onto the subway platform the next morning, she was glad the buttons ran from the collar of her winter coat almost to the bottom hem. There had been fluffy white flakes falling when she'd stepped onto the front stoop of her apartment building this morning. The gusting wind, caused as subway cars shot past, didn't help at all. Her teeth wouldn't stop chattering, and she visibly shivered with even the slightest breeze.
The red satin brocade corset didn't cover much. She could feel the seam at the top edge rubbing against her chilled, rigid nipples. The fishnet stockings might as well have not been there at all, and she knew anyone that looked down at her feet would wonder at her choice on a morning this cold.
Cyn realized her mind should be on Master's reaction, but the cold kept reminding her that she was barely covered up and all it would take was the wrong cross-wind to show everyone around her. As much as she should be embarrassed, a little thrill of excitement amped up the shivers at the thought of one of the men standing beside her catching a glimpse of the pale rose skin surrounding the darker nipples. Or even if her coat did the unthinkable and lifted just a bit too high ... her bare ass, even her smooth mound, might become visible.
When she finally stepped through the automatic doors, Cyn turned and wrapped one hand around the upright pole. A strangled cough drew her attention to an elderly woman sitting on one of the benches along the wall of the subway car. The woman's eyes were trained on her coat. She looked shocked, and Cyn was almost afraid to look down. Slowly she ran one glove-covered hand down the row of buttons. One ... two ... three ... four ... nothing.
With a groan, she looked down to where the front had caught on the pole as she turned. The fabric had bunched up, leaving her legs bare from ankle to the top of each thigh. It was painfully obvious that only a thin pair of fishnet stockings covered her lower body. To make matters worse, as she glanced around, the seated woman wasn't the only person on the car that had noticed. Winks and smirks from several men she hoped never to see again, greeted her furtive attempt to see without seeming to.
When her stop finally came and the door whooshed open, Cyn hurriedly stepped onto the platform and practically ran up the steps to street level. She kept her hand on the overlapped seam to keep the gusts from opening it again. Thankfully the office building's front door was only a half block from the subway stairs. She was able to duck in before anyone, who might have shared the same car, could try to get her attention. She held back the sigh of relief until the gleaming elevator doors closed.
Once she'd unlocked the office door, it took only minutes to hang up her coat ... drop her handbag in the bottom drawer of her desk and kick it closed with the heel of one shoe. She paused just long enough to give her hair a quick brush to smooth down the tangled strands caused by her hurried trip from the subway.
Cyn slipped into Mr. Walters' office, expecting to find him waiting, but to her surprise the office was dark and his chair was empty. Unsure of her next move, Cyn walked over to the chair in front of the massive floor to ceiling windows and sat down. As she sat there, Cynthia reviewed the list her Master had given her at the end of the day. She was dressed exactly as he expected. From the shiny black pumps with the blood red soles, to the long freshly brushed strands of red, she matched his instructions to the letter.
Suddenly the sound of a key in the door caused her to jerk upright. Master Mitch had arrived and the adventure was about to begin. Mr. Walters smiled at her as the door closed. Cyn looked exactly as he'd imagined she would. But then, Cyn never disappointed in any way. She was a dedicated personal assistant, a meticulous secretary and her attention to detail was astonishing.
"Good morning, Master Mitch." she murmured.
"Good morning, baby girl." he responded with a smile. "Did you sleep well last night?"
"Yes, Sir, I took a long soothing soak ... then sipped a cup of camomile tea before I got into bed." She said. "I fell asleep almost as soon as I turned out the light."
"Excellent, pet. You're going to need every moment of it, because I have a long day planned and I've been looking forward to sharing this little adventure with you." He said.
With that Master Mitch placed his briefcase on the desktop and opened the lock. Cyn resisted the urge to peek, and instead clasped her hands together behind her back. She watched Him place the items side-by-side on the desk. First to be removed was a pair of stainless steel handcuffs, lined with suede leather. Beside it he coiled a long steel chain, with oversized alligator clips on each end.
Next he removed a bundle of strands that turned out to be a flogger made of red suede, attached to a handle shaped vaguely like a dildo. Several other items found their way to the glass covered desktop. Most she knew, a few she would surely learn about before the day was over.
"Come kiss Me, pet." Master said.
Cyn slowly walked around the desk, lifted her chin and raised up on the toes of the black pumps. Master smiled and bent his head to take her mouth in a long, punishing kiss. She moaned at the intoxicating taste of dark rich coffee and a hint of mint on his tongue.
The kiss was so intense that she didn't notice the sharp click as one of the cuffs encircled her wrist. She heard the second, but at that point ... it didn't matter. Master's lips moving against hers were too sweet to ignore because of something as unimportant as the feel of metal tightening around her wrists. Slowly Master Mitch pulled back, but he held her in position with his hands around her upper arms.
"It's time, baby girl. Are you ready?" he asked.
"Yes, Master." she answered breathlessly.
Master led her around to the only bare wall of his office. Cyn had often wondered why there were no photographs or paintings hanging on it. She had never really looked closely before and now as she looked up, she understood why. There were three large hooks screwed into the top of the wall. They were placed just a bit further than shoulder width apart and the opening were pointed up, toward the ceiling.
Master positioned her facing the wall and attached one end of the long steel chain to each of the handcuffs. He used a long, narrow rod with a hook on one end to drop the chain over two of the hooks. It stretched her arms over her head and then spread them apart just enough to keep her from moving. She shifted to get more comfortable. When she moved, his hand cupped her right asscheek, squeezing it.
The pressure, and heat of his hand caused a soft moan to slip past her lips. It was as if the faint sound triggered something in Him. His hand lifted and came down with a stinging smack against her bare skin. She didn't even try to hold back the yelp of surprise. A growl of satisfaction sounded behind her, and he switched to the other unprotected cheek.
Three ... quick ... sharp ... spanks!!! She whimpered, and shifted quickly from one foot to the other.
He leaned against her back and whispered into her ear, "Who owns you, pet? Who controls your pleasure, as well as your pain?"
