A Visit to the Law Office

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

He was so near, he was so brash, he was making me crazy. I wanted to grab him by the shoulders and push him to the ground and have my way with him. Fuck him till we both couldn’t move. But I couldn’t, I couldn’t make myself disobey him. Something about the way he spoke was making me do things I’d never considered. I was letting him call me slut.

“Yes sir,” I said gently looking up into those deep eyes.

“Have you ever given yourself over to someone completely Callie, given up so much of yourself that they could take away what you considered your God given writes?”

I shook my head as he pushed me toward a padded sawhorse. “I…” slap on my ass. I’d spoken. It was so foreign to not speak what I thought.

“You will learn my little slut,” my body was pressed the length of the saw horse, my breasts on either side. My wrists and ankles cuffed then attached to the wood. I found myself up on my toes, he shifted me till he was pleased with the placement and then stroked my back.

The brush he carried over from a counter surprised me as he slowly brushed out my damp hair. A pony tail then I felt him braiding my hair tightly. He pulled back my head then walked around and showed me the leather strap he’d braided in to my hair. He smiled, it made me tremble. He let the braid drop then walked back to the counter and back.

“Open your mouth slut.” I didn’t hesitate, realizing that after letting myself be so tightly restrained I best do as told. The big red ball surprised me as he shoved it in my mouth. His free hand dropped to the back of my head shoving till the ball was seated behind my teeth. Two straps y’d off, he wrapped them around my head and snap. I shifted my jaw and mewed around the rubber. “You spoke, this is the punishment. Disobey and there will always be a punishment.”

He seemed so serious, this to me was a game. I glanced around the basement and realized it was a dungeon. Oh my gawd what had I gotten myself into. What was he going to do to me? He turned, he shifted, he reached then back again he was facing me. He lifted a simple paint stir stick and lowered it to my cheek. I saw the plastic, the holes the wrapped handle. “We’ll start out with this slut. You will count each stroke. You will make a huge effort to be understood.”

I couldn’t help but look up into his eyes thinking he was insane. “Do you understand slut?” he growled when I didn’t respond.

“Yes sir,” I tried to say. “es ir,” was was more what it sounded like. I felt moisture building in my mouth and lifted my head to keep it in my mouth.

“es, ir,” I begged but he ignored me and moved out of my direct line of site. I turned the paddle dropped. I screamed into the gag forgetting every thing but the sting of my ass.

[hawk_fann]

I couldn't tell if she was counting or not as I smacked her white ass with my little spanker, but she was saying something. Trying to say something, anyway. Mosty of ti came out as "Mmmmphhhh." The pitch of her garbled efforts seemed to rise as I reached the tenth stroke, and when I walked around to see her face I could see that she was drooling around the gag, her saliva dripping down to the floor beneath her, her red flushed with the humiliation. I took the gag out.

"There now, that wasn't so bad was it?"

She worked her jaw back and forth, taking in big breaths.

"You probably had more of the silk scarf, big four-poster bed thing in mind, didn't you," I said, picking up a crop and running it over her back, bumping along the ridges of her spine.

"I didn't - I never thought of this," she said. "I know that."

I traced her back some more with the crop, making no effort to fill the silence.

"Are you going to let me go?" she said, finally.

"No."

She laughed. I didn't.

"Seriously," she said, pulling a bit at her cuffs. I did not respond, preferring the silence to demonstrate just how serious I was.

"I love to control, but you know that about me," I said. "Don't you?"

"Yes, I'm getting that idea," she said with a laugh.

I brought the crop down hard across her lower back and she screamed, half in pain and half in shock and anger.

"Do you find this funny?"

"Ahhhgghh. No," she said through gritted teeth.

"No what?"

"No..sir?"

"Let's try it again, slut. Do you know that I like to control?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" I said tapping her ass with the crop.

"Yes Sir."

"Knowing that, why in the world would you think I would just let you go when I have you stretched out so nice and tight, so utterly helpless? A plaything for me to control?"

"I don't, you --, you're confusing me."

"You see slut, that's where you need some work."

"I don't understand." I tapped her ass with the crop, and she added "Sir."

"You live your whole life in confusion. It's a big mess isn't it?"

"It's - I don't -"

"You are a confused woman. You don't know what you want in life right now."

"Well, I just, I mean..."

I bent down and whispered in her ear: "You don't even know what you want right now." Then I kissed her neck and her eyes closed and she let out a little moan. "Admit it."

She began to cry tears of frustration "I don't know what you want me to say. I don't know what I want to say, I can't do this, I don't even know how to do this."

"Sssssshhhhh," I said, stroking her hair. "I can make it all so simple for you. Do you want me to make it simple for you?" I stood over her and began to kiss my way down her back, little kisses on each vertebrae that made her writher in her bonds.

"Please," she moaned, "please fuck me. I need for you to fuck me."

"In time," I said, reaching the small of her back, then kissing each of her reddened ass cheeks. "All in good time. You see, that is a privilege you are going to have to earn."

"Earn?"

"Yes. Now how about we begin working on how you earn the right to even think about my cock, let alone have it in your mouth or pussy, or your ass which is likely the first place I'll put it?'

She gasped at this, and I smiled at her reaction. There was some willingness in her, but she was right - she did not know how to do this. She would though, before the weekend was over, for I had nothing else on my plate. I looked around the playroom at the various devices and pondered aloud "Now where should we hold your next lesson?