Part Three
(I won't be upset if you stop now.)
The door is open and she is in the wall way waiting for me. She kisses me on the cheek. I flinch, and she takes the bag from my hands. "Dinner is ready." She says sweetly. I go and sit at the table. She's being nice again, like she was this morning, after my shower. She places food on both our plates. Roasted chicken, red potatoes, and string beans. I pick at the chicken, skip the potatoes, and eat all my greens. I'm in a veggie mood. I sip the glass of water that is infront of me. I'm weary. I don't know what she is thinking. I'm scared of her. I don't look up at her. " You done?" She asks. "Yes Ma'am." I put my hands on my lap. I see her rhands take my plate and she dissappers into the kitchen. I wonder id she would hear me if I ran for the door. "Come in here Joshua." She must be reading my mind. I walk into the kitchen with my eyes down. "Strip and fold your clothing. You can put them on the counter." "Yes ma'am." At least this suit won't be ruined. I start with my tie and shirt. Next goes my belt, pants and socks. I catch her out of the corner of my eye. She is leaning against the sink, arms folded drumming her fingers on her arm. She looks impatient. I try and move quicker with my tee shirt and boxers. "Turn around." She orders. I follow. I feel her hand on my ass. "We'll warm these up soon." She ties a blindfold over my eyes again. "I got a surprise for you." She takes my right hand and leads me away. I don't know where I am. I think it's the extra bedroom. She moves my right arm above my head and ties something to it. She repeats the process with my left. I feel her hands now tieing something around my left ankle. My right leg is pulled out a little further and I feel slightly off balance and stretched as she ties that ankle up. Her fingernails run down my back and they stop on my ass. One of her fingers continues the journey and runs down my crack. When it travels back up it is in between the cheeks. It leaves and I feel nothing. Something cold is shoved up my ass. It is long, hard and thick. I bite my lip. She would not want me to scream. It hurts. It starts to move. More like vibrating. The pain becomes pleasure. I'm getting hard again. The vibrator is resting on my prostate. I feel her hands tieing something aroung my cock. She licks the tip which I'm siure was leaking. Then there is nothing but arousal. I just want to come. I know not to beg. Did that over the weekend. Bad idea. The first blow comes as a surprise to me. It's to my side. It is quickly followed by a second, third, and fourth. Before I can catch my breath she is working on the other side. A moment of nothing. The paddle on my ass. I try and count in my head. But the vibrator is making it impossible. Pain, pleasure, pain pleasure. That is all my body knows. I loose track of time. As quickly as it started it ends. I'm sweating. She pulls the vibrator out and unties my ankles. She rubs them to make sure they aren't too cramped. My hands are untied and slowly lowered to my sides. She leads me into the bathroom, I can tell by the tiles on the floor, and has me sit on the toilet. This means I can go to the bathroom. It is odd walking with an erection and your ass on fire inside and out. When I'm done she wipes my ass. The toilet paper feels more like sandpaper.
She leads me into the shower. "Hands out." I put my hands on the
tiled wall. "You want to come?" She licks my earlobe. "Yes Ma'am." "How badly?" "Very ma'am." My voice is threatening to shake. "10 strokes?" "Yes ma'am." "20?" "Yes Ma'am." "How about 30?" "Yes, Ma'am." I can't help the quiver anymore. "How about I decide. You count." "Yes Ma'am." Slap, "One." Slap. "Two." She stops at 25. I'm out of breath. "Put your hand on your cock." I obey. "You feel how large it is? Find the bow and untie it." I obey. "Stroke yourself. Show me how much you care about it. Love it Josh." I move my hand. It takes a little longer that I thought it would. I guess it's been trained well. She turns the water on. After a few minutes I feel it hit my body. She takes the blind fold off. "You better hurry, Joshua. It's already 6am. You don't want to be late. I'll lay your clothing out for you." And she leaves. I stand under the hot water and let it try and take away some of the physical pain, while my tears work on the emotional. After five minutes or so I quickly wash my hair and body. If I thought yesterday was bad to day is going to be worse. I step out to shave and brush my teeth. It's a good thing I have an electic razor. I might have bled to death otherwise. I dry off and head to the bedroom. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My normally pale, white skin, is a rainbow of colors. Today is going to be much worse. I quickly get dressed and I'm met with my bag. "I packed you a sandwich and a bottle of advil. You have a good day and I'll see you later. And you better some home or you know what will happen." "Yes Ma'am." If I tell, well, we all know the scandle it would cause if the Deputy Chief of Staff is seen in S& M pictures. I don't remember ever hearing a camera but I'm not always coherent.
It takes me even longer to get to work today. I'm walking much slower. It even hurts to breath. How am I going to sit through all my meetings? Today and tomorrow I'm swamped with meetings about the education bill. We have to get this through congress. "Josh you are late." "I know Donna." She follows me into my office. I open my bag and dig out the Advil. "Can you do me a huge favor? Find me a cup of tea with honey and lemon?" "Sure Josh, You ok?" Not really but I can't tell you. I take three advil dry. "Not really. I think I'm coming down with something." It seems better than the sunburn story from yesterday. I grab a pen and pad. "You want me to talk to Toby or Sam about your meetings?" "Thanks Donna, but no. I'll be fine. Let me go. If you can also get me some toast with grape jelly that would be wonderful." "Sure Josh. I'll have them here by the time you get back." "You are an angle." I really mean it. I leave, I'm going to be late.
"Josh you are late." Leo tells me as I enter his office. "I know. I'm sorry." There are no excuses. "You okay? You don't look so good. Are you going to be up for today and tomorrow?" The president added. Truthfully probably not. But I'm going to die trying. "I'm probably just catching a cold sir. I should be ok." "Good man Josh."
I spend the staff meeting standing. I'm not sure I'd be able to get back up if I was to sit. Something doesn't feel right in my pants. After the president dismisses us I make my way into the men's room. Oh Fuck! There is blood in my underwear. I take a few deep breaths. Okay. I can handle this. I take some toilet paper and shove it up my ass. That should hopefully stop it.
There is tea and toast on my desk when I get back. I thank Donna yet again. I should really stop doing that. She is giving me odd looks. I must try and act like my normal self. I stand at my desk while checking my e mail and schedual. I have ten minutes before my first meeting. I nible at the toast. I'm not really hungry but I need something with the Advil. I grab my folders, note pad, extra pens, tea and Advil. "Okay Donna, I'm off. You know where I'll be if you need me." The Advil is starting to work, and everything is now a dull ache. I make it to the conference room early. I've given myself 90 minutes for each meeting. I ease myself into a chair. I lay out my notes and get ready for my meetings. I try and focus on these meetings, not what is happening at home.
Donna walks in during the third meeting with a note. 'Lunch soon. Chinese food?' I write back. 'Chix and broc. Thanks.' She smiles as she leaves. I wonder what these guys in front of me are thinking. I finish the fourth meeting of the morning and take two more Advil. I know I'm probably over doing it with the pain killers but it's allowing me to function. These are the seventh pill I took so far today. I don't think I'm supposed to take more than eight. My lunch is waiting for me when I get back to my office. I close the door, telling Donna not to disturb me unless it's an emergency. There are some things I need to do before the next meeting. If she thinks that this is odd she says nothing. I really need a break from human contact for a bit. My afternoon is a blur of meetings and Advil. At 6:30 I tell Donna I'm leaving and make a quiet exit. I really don't want to run into anybody I know. I don't want them to see me and know what's going on.
The door is open and she is in the wall way waiting for me. She kisses me on the cheek. I flinch, and she takes the bag from my hands. "Dinner is ready." She says sweetly. I go and sit at the table. She's being nice again, like she was this morning, after my shower. She places food on both our plates. Roasted chicken, red potatoes, and string beans. I pick at the chicken, skip the potatoes, and eat all my greens. I'm in a veggie mood. I sip the glass of water that is infront of me. I'm weary. I don't know what she is thinking. I'm scared of her. I don't look up at her. " You done?" She asks. "Yes Ma'am." I put my hands on my lap. I see her rhands take my plate and she dissappers into the kitchen. I wonder id she would hear me if I ran for the door. "Come in here Joshua." She must be reading my mind. I walk into the kitchen with my eyes down. "Strip and fold your clothing. You can put them on the counter." "Yes ma'am." At least this suit won't be ruined. I start with my tie and shirt. Next goes my belt, pants and socks. I catch her out of the corner of my eye. She is leaning against the sink, arms folded drumming her fingers on her arm. She looks impatient. I try and move quicker with my tee shirt and boxers. "Turn around." She orders. I follow. I feel her hand on my ass. "We'll warm these up soon." She ties a blindfold over my eyes again. "I got a surprise for you." She takes my right hand and leads me away. I don't know where I am. I think it's the extra bedroom. She moves my right arm above my head and ties something to it. She repeats the process with my left. I feel her hands now tieing something around my left ankle. My right leg is pulled out a little further and I feel slightly off balance and stretched as she ties that ankle up. Her fingernails run down my back and they stop on my ass. One of her fingers continues the journey and runs down my crack. When it travels back up it is in between the cheeks. It leaves and I feel nothing. Something cold is shoved up my ass. It is long, hard and thick. I bite my lip. She would not want me to scream. It hurts. It starts to move. More like vibrating. The pain becomes pleasure. I'm getting hard again. The vibrator is resting on my prostate. I feel her hands tieing something aroung my cock. She licks the tip which I'm siure was leaking. Then there is nothing but arousal. I just want to come. I know not to beg. Did that over the weekend. Bad idea. The first blow comes as a surprise to me. It's to my side. It is quickly followed by a second, third, and fourth. Before I can catch my breath she is working on the other side. A moment of nothing. The paddle on my ass. I try and count in my head. But the vibrator is making it impossible. Pain, pleasure, pain pleasure. That is all my body knows. I loose track of time. As quickly as it started it ends. I'm sweating. She pulls the vibrator out and unties my ankles. She rubs them to make sure they aren't too cramped. My hands are untied and slowly lowered to my sides. She leads me into the bathroom, I can tell by the tiles on the floor, and has me sit on the toilet. This means I can go to the bathroom. It is odd walking with an erection and your ass on fire inside and out. When I'm done she wipes my ass. The toilet paper feels more like sandpaper.
She leads me into the shower. "Hands out." I put my hands on the
tiled wall. "You want to come?" She licks my earlobe. "Yes Ma'am." "How badly?" "Very ma'am." My voice is threatening to shake. "10 strokes?" "Yes ma'am." "20?" "Yes Ma'am." "How about 30?" "Yes, Ma'am." I can't help the quiver anymore. "How about I decide. You count." "Yes Ma'am." Slap, "One." Slap. "Two." She stops at 25. I'm out of breath. "Put your hand on your cock." I obey. "You feel how large it is? Find the bow and untie it." I obey. "Stroke yourself. Show me how much you care about it. Love it Josh." I move my hand. It takes a little longer that I thought it would. I guess it's been trained well. She turns the water on. After a few minutes I feel it hit my body. She takes the blind fold off. "You better hurry, Joshua. It's already 6am. You don't want to be late. I'll lay your clothing out for you." And she leaves. I stand under the hot water and let it try and take away some of the physical pain, while my tears work on the emotional. After five minutes or so I quickly wash my hair and body. If I thought yesterday was bad to day is going to be worse. I step out to shave and brush my teeth. It's a good thing I have an electic razor. I might have bled to death otherwise. I dry off and head to the bedroom. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My normally pale, white skin, is a rainbow of colors. Today is going to be much worse. I quickly get dressed and I'm met with my bag. "I packed you a sandwich and a bottle of advil. You have a good day and I'll see you later. And you better some home or you know what will happen." "Yes Ma'am." If I tell, well, we all know the scandle it would cause if the Deputy Chief of Staff is seen in S& M pictures. I don't remember ever hearing a camera but I'm not always coherent.
It takes me even longer to get to work today. I'm walking much slower. It even hurts to breath. How am I going to sit through all my meetings? Today and tomorrow I'm swamped with meetings about the education bill. We have to get this through congress. "Josh you are late." "I know Donna." She follows me into my office. I open my bag and dig out the Advil. "Can you do me a huge favor? Find me a cup of tea with honey and lemon?" "Sure Josh, You ok?" Not really but I can't tell you. I take three advil dry. "Not really. I think I'm coming down with something." It seems better than the sunburn story from yesterday. I grab a pen and pad. "You want me to talk to Toby or Sam about your meetings?" "Thanks Donna, but no. I'll be fine. Let me go. If you can also get me some toast with grape jelly that would be wonderful." "Sure Josh. I'll have them here by the time you get back." "You are an angle." I really mean it. I leave, I'm going to be late.
"Josh you are late." Leo tells me as I enter his office. "I know. I'm sorry." There are no excuses. "You okay? You don't look so good. Are you going to be up for today and tomorrow?" The president added. Truthfully probably not. But I'm going to die trying. "I'm probably just catching a cold sir. I should be ok." "Good man Josh."
I spend the staff meeting standing. I'm not sure I'd be able to get back up if I was to sit. Something doesn't feel right in my pants. After the president dismisses us I make my way into the men's room. Oh Fuck! There is blood in my underwear. I take a few deep breaths. Okay. I can handle this. I take some toilet paper and shove it up my ass. That should hopefully stop it.
There is tea and toast on my desk when I get back. I thank Donna yet again. I should really stop doing that. She is giving me odd looks. I must try and act like my normal self. I stand at my desk while checking my e mail and schedual. I have ten minutes before my first meeting. I nible at the toast. I'm not really hungry but I need something with the Advil. I grab my folders, note pad, extra pens, tea and Advil. "Okay Donna, I'm off. You know where I'll be if you need me." The Advil is starting to work, and everything is now a dull ache. I make it to the conference room early. I've given myself 90 minutes for each meeting. I ease myself into a chair. I lay out my notes and get ready for my meetings. I try and focus on these meetings, not what is happening at home.
Donna walks in during the third meeting with a note. 'Lunch soon. Chinese food?' I write back. 'Chix and broc. Thanks.' She smiles as she leaves. I wonder what these guys in front of me are thinking. I finish the fourth meeting of the morning and take two more Advil. I know I'm probably over doing it with the pain killers but it's allowing me to function. These are the seventh pill I took so far today. I don't think I'm supposed to take more than eight. My lunch is waiting for me when I get back to my office. I close the door, telling Donna not to disturb me unless it's an emergency. There are some things I need to do before the next meeting. If she thinks that this is odd she says nothing. I really need a break from human contact for a bit. My afternoon is a blur of meetings and Advil. At 6:30 I tell Donna I'm leaving and make a quiet exit. I really don't want to run into anybody I know. I don't want them to see me and know what's going on.
