Chapter IV: An Invitation
The games continued along the same path all through the next two weeks. The visits increased and with each new session, there seemed to be more expected of her. There appeared to be no limits to his imagination, or his delight in her submission. Her body jumped to attention with his every command, as her need for his control came to a peak. But her vacation soon came to an end and they both had to return to the reality of earning a living and paying bills.
So off the work she went. She was no longer nervous about meeting him at work. She assumed from past experience that he would simply ignore her in that environment. He was an important man there and she was sure that he did not want his (or her), dirty little secret spread around. In the past they had always been careful to seek out places off the beaten track, where the chances of running into any one that either of them would know would be minimal. So, with this in mind, she waltzed confidently into work and began her day.
He did indeed avoid her for quite sometime. However, shortly before lunch he entered her office and sent person seated next to her on an errand. No sooner had the employee left, than he moved in behind her.
"Hello" he said softly behind her as she was filing some papers. She spun around with surprise and looked at him in disbelief. "How are you today?" he asked her, making small talk.
"I am fine thank you" she replied.
"Are you?" he questioned, "you don't look very fine to me."
"What do you mean?" she answered nervously, unsure of where this line of questioning was heading.
"You are not very obedient this morning. Are you trying my patience on purpose or are you simply forgetful?" he prompted. She looked at him with a confused look. "Did I not ask you to bind your nipples whenever you are in my presence? It doesn't seem like a difficult thing to ask of you."
"I didn't think that you meant here at work, in public!" she questioned him. "People will see"
"So let them see", he said. "That is why you are here, to please men. Let them take this small pleasure in you" he went on. "I want you to feel the pressure on them. I want you to imagine that it is my fingers pinching and kneading your flesh into submission," he said smiling. He handed her two more pieces of ribbon.
"Please no", she begged him. "I am so sore! You have had them tied up most of my vacation. I will do whatever you ask but please not here, not now! It hurts to touch them at all let alone tie things around them!" she went on pleading.
"Believe me, you will get used to it. Your nipples will toughen up. Remember the nursing mother? Trust me. I am doing you a favor" he smiled at her, and he pointed her in the direction of the bathroom. "Do this for me willingly, don't make me bind them here in front of everyone. It will not be pleasant for either of us I assure you" he stated.
Terrified that he may actually follow through on his threat, she went to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She lifted her shirt and removed both breasts from her bra. Then she gently pinched each nipple in turn, till they pointed out sharply from her natural curve. Once again she bound them with her masters' color. Why was she doing this, she kept wondering? Why did she need to be subdued to feel fulfilled?
She carefully tucked each breast back into her bra and pulled down her shirt. Her nipples were so obvious they seemed to scream out for attention. She left the safety of the small locked room and headed back to her desk. It wasn't right away, but every one around her began to notice her condition. The men stared rudely at her and whispered amongst themselves. The few women that were employed there started to avoid her. She felt as if she was totally naked!
Near the end of the day he caught her alone in her corner once again, and moved in for the kill. "Very nice, now doesn't that feel better?" he sneered at her.
"No, I am very embarrassed... I don't like it at all" she shot back in defiance. He grabbed her by the waste of her pants and thrust his hand inside her panties and onto her moist genitals.
"You are mistaken darling, you're so wet it's surprising it doesn't show through your clothes. You loved being ogled by strange men. It excites the Hell out of you, admit it!" he smiled. She stood shocked and stared blankly at him. He turned and started to walk away, smiling to himself. "By the way, I thought a nice evening stroll would be in order tonight. Wear the sweater I bought for you. I will pick you up around 8:00." He added without turning around. Then he went to his office and closed the door.
She was happy to get out from under the leers of her fellow employees and drove home quickly. She showered, shaved then heated something quick for dinner. She took off the ribbons as soon as she got home and was not anxious to replace them. He was not coming till 8:00 and a few hours being left alone was a blessing for her. She relaxed on her couch and closed her eyes for a moment. Suddenly she was awakened by a loud noise.
She jolted upward and looked at the clock. 8:02. God it was him! She must have fallen asleep. How could she have let this happen? She wasn't ready. She jumped to the door and flung it open, blurting out apologies and begging for forgiveness. He said that it was ok, and he understood that he had been driving her a little hard the past few weeks. He explained that it was for her own good though and that he had only her best interests in mind. Then he smiled and asked if he could dress her this evening.
She was so relieved. He followed her upstairs and selected a wide legged pair of shorts and slipped them on her without panties. Then he pulled her sweater over her head and ran his fingers through her hair. His hands trailed down her neck to her chest and passed through her cleavage to encircle both her breasts. He reached into his back pocket and took out a small pointed pair of scissors, held them in one hand while pinching her right nipple through the sweater with the other.
