Even though Master was out of town, every morning he sent an email outlining chores he wanted me to complete. Every one required that I take a picture and send it to him. “We both know how undisciplined you can be when I am not around,” he said. The words stung, but only because I knew they were true. Master’s first email read:
Good Morning, pet,
I need to you to get a reward & punishment journal today. You are going to keep track of how you do fulfilling my wishes while I am not there to watch over you. After my trip, you are to present it to me. Your instructions for today are:
Wear the white silk tank and navy tulip skirt. White lace bra, no panties. Black-heeled sandals. Clean the Master bathroom and pantry. Wear the weighted clamps and ass plug on your drive to and from work. Say ‘Yes’ to everyone at work today no matter what is requested. Send me 5 photos from the Internet depicting submission. “Easy enough,” I thought. At the bottom of his email he had written:
You may not eat any red foods.
“Strange,” I thought, but I replied to the email, “Yes, Master.”
I showered and dressed for work. The white lace bra was so thin that I found I could attach the clamps over it. The tank was form fitting and the clamps could be seen easily. The skirt Master wanted me to wear was also skintight. I pulled it up to my waist and slicked up the plug. I pressed the plug gradually into Master’s asshole until it was secure. I washed my hands and pulled the skirt down. I looked at myself in the mirror.
A casual observer would see my professional dress only, which is what I was counting on from any neighbors leaving for work at the same time as me or any driver who might glance over at a stoplight. A more careful examination would reveal that something was a little off, but unless the observer was a Dom or sub, I doubted anyone would guess that I had a rubber plug up my ass or that my nipples were being bitten and pulled by the weighted clamps. I could hear Master’s voice in my head. “Smile!” he said. I sighed and smiled at my reflection. I was thinking too much. I just had to do.
Traffic was heavier than usual on the way to work. The clamps were starting to pinch, but the ass plug felt heavenly. I almost regretted not being able to wear it longer at work. Master said on the drive, only, though. As the traffic slowed, I found myself rocking slightly back and forth to heighten the sensation. I remembered the last time I had had Master’s cock inside my ass.
My ass cheeks stung from a spanking session. Master had me on all fours as he stood over me facing the opposite direction and whipped my ass with his the cat and then the belt. I had the plug deep inside my ass and I had to relax my ass cheeks as I gripped the plug inside. Master told me he was teaching me to focus as I had been forgetful during the week. I had locked my keys inside the car and had forgotten to pay the cable bill. Both mistakes had caused Master unnecessary costs and inconvenience. As he straddled me, he held my waist in his thighs and whipped my ass by moving the cat back and forth against my hips. For the belting, he ordered me to hold a push-up position and count down from 25 as he whaled on my ass with the belt.
I felt a rush of triumph as he told me he was going to fuck his slave’s ass as a reward for taking the punishment. He pulled the plug out as he slipped his rigid cock deep inside his slave’s hole. The pleasure of his cock arrowing deep inside me mixed with the pain of his thighs slapping against my punished ass cheeks. He pulled my hair as he fucked his slave’s ass deep. “Who’s my good girl?” he demanded. “I am!” I moaned. “Who’s my bad girl?” he growled. “I am,” I whimpered. Over and over came the questioning until he tensed and filled my ass with his cream. I told me to clean his cock with my slut's mouth and told me I had earned a week of spankings to pay him back for being so distracted.
“And that clit is on restriction. No touching until you have taken all your spankings, pet.”
“Yes, Master,” I had said.
A honk from behind me jarred me back to reality. Traffic was moving again, but I was going to be late for work. My boss, Brian, had agreed to suspend spankings as my performance at work had improved dramatically, but I feared that my tardiness might be grounds for reinstatement.
As I shut off the car, I bent down in the seat to gingerly remove the clips. My nipples throbbed at the sensation. I pushed the clips into the glove box and sneaked a quick rub. I looked around and smoothed out my blouse. I wasn’t sure how I was going to be able to remove my plug, so I decided I would do it in the Ladies’ next to my office.
I grabbed my purse, locked my door and shuffled as quickly as I could in the heeled sandals and ass plug to the foyer. Carly was on a call when I walked in. She shook her finger at me in a comic pantomime and I hung my head with a smile. I hoped her jovial mood meant that I wasn’t in any real trouble. Brian’s spankings weren’t as severe as Master’s, but his lecturing hurt a lot. The fact that he enjoyed advertising my spankings to the rest of the office was truly mortifying.
I had almost made it to the rest room when Theresa stopped me. “Krystenah! I am glad I ran into you! I was wondering if you could edit my report before I submit it to Brian this afternoon. You always find a way to make my reports better. Please?” I started to fumble an apology to her, but then I remembered the directive from Master to say yes.
“Yes, Theresa. Thanks. I’d love to help.” Theresa looked relieved and she pulled out her report.
“Here’s a hard copy. I’ll mail you the soft one,” and she walked away. She doubled back and grabbed my elbow just as I had my hand on the handle to the women’s room. She leaned in and whispered. “Listen. Heads up. Brian is looking for you. He has a big meeting with a client, but he sent an email blast out telling everyone if they saw you to send you to his office. Oh, here, have a strawberry," she said and popped one in my mouth as I opened it to refuse.
I did a quick calculation in my mind as I chewed and swallowed the forbidden strawberry. If Brian had notified the entire office, I wouldn’t have time to use the bathroom. What if I ran into someone in the ladies’ room who had read the memo? They would report to him, that I had ignored his instruction and that would mean trouble for me from both Brian and Master. If he was with a client, though, he wouldn’t spank me on the spot, so I could remove the plug after I reported to his office.