Part 4 (It's almost over.)

When I get home she is standing in the doorway. "You're late." She says. I start to apologize as I walk in the door. But she slaps my face, which spins me, and shoves me into the closed door. The paddle falls on my ass, punctuating each word as she speaks it. "You are late. If you are going to be late you call me. Got that?" "Yes Ma'am."
"Strip you have two minutes." I move as quickly as I can. "What's this?" She is pulling the toilet paper out of me. "I was bleeding Ma'am." She caresses my cheek. "Poor Joshua." She pauses a moment. "But you still need to be punished." She puts a blind fold on me again. "Kneel." I obey. Something is placed on the floor. She bends me over. I smell food. "Eat your dinner. Hands behind you." I put my face into the plate and my toungue darts out to see what is there. Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and peas. I skip the meat. I think I've had five bites of food before she pulls me up. "Dinners over." That's ok, I wasn't all that hungry anyway. She leads me into the guest room again. She has me kneel on a padded bench. I wonder where she got this from. I never had anything like this before. She ties my hands back up over my head. Something is slid over my penis. It's a little prickily and there is something that sticks into the slit. My ass is spread and the vibrator is inserted again. Straps go around my waist and between my legs. Her hands caress my chest. She teases my nipples. "I so want to pierce these babies. Then we can use some weights and stretch them so nicely. She uses her fingernails to pinch them. She ties a rope around my neck. It has a slip knot. I feel it at my throat. It's snug not tight. Where could she have tied it to? I hear a beep and the vibrator starts to move. Oh god. That hurts. There are spikes in that thing she put on my cock. It is being pierced. It's not going to let me come either. I must have screamed because something this put in my mouth. Just when I think it can't get any worse I feel a sting on my back. It is accompanied by a crack. I jerk and the rope tightens around my neck. I'm going to die tonight.

Unfortunatly I don't. It all just stops. I don't expect it and it supprises me more than the next blow would have. She unties me and leads me into the bathroom. It's more like dragging today. I can barely move. I don't think I can do this anymore. She helps me into the shower and allows me to jerk off. My cock is all slippery and a few tugs is all it takes. It hurts so much. Again the water is turned on the blindfold removed. I can't help but cry. My penis is bleeding. There are holes in it. I think I'm going to be sick. The water is red with my blood. Can I make it through the day? She comes back into the bathroom. "Joshua, you are going to be late. I called you a cab. Come out of the shower and I'll help you get ready." She puts cotton in my behind, which is also bleeding and helps me into some clothing. She has also shaved me face and brushed my hair for me. The cab beeps. I don't want to go. I'm still bleeding. I can feel it sticking to my clothing. I have my bag in my hands. The thought of it on my shoulders hurts. I forgo an outer coat. I can't put anything else on my body with out collapsing. I ease myself into the cab. Every movement hurts. How much more can I stand? I think of my schedual. I should have no problem leaving the office at 6pm. I fish the advil out of my bag and take four dry. The cab pulls up to the White House. I pay the guy and try and focus on walking through the halls. First there is a staff then other meetings. I hear people mumble things to me, they are probably saying hi. I just ignore them. I just want to get to my office. "Josh you look horrible." Sam says. "I'm fine." "The sunburn?" "Getting better." "See ya." And he walks away. I must get to my office. "Morning Josh." "Morning Donna." "There is toast and tea already in your office." God I could hug the woman. That is if I was able to move my arms at least. "Thanks Donna. After staff I'm heading to my first meeting. You know how to get me, if you need to." I move slowly around my office. I feel my shirt sticking to my back. I take a look at what I'm wearing. At least she had the common sense to pull out a black suit for me. It's easier to hide the blood. I'm moving slow and stiff as I enter the Oval Office. "Josh you ok?" "Yes Mr. President." I hate lying to that man. "You sure. You look pale and you are walking funny." You would be too if there was cotton up your ass and your chest, back, and cock were all bleeding. "Had a bad night." I say instead. "I can see that. I know today is crazy for you. But if you can't do this let us know." Oh god. He knows. I can't let him think that I can't do my job. Can't let anyone know that I am beaten every night by some woman. There is more than beatings going on but I don't want to think of that right now. "I'll be fine sir." I answer. I don't believe itr. I look down at the floor. I feel everyone's eyes on me. Can they see the blood? The rope burns? We are dismissed and I head to my meetings. I hear people wish me luck. A lot depends on these meetings. I hope I do a good job. The pain never dulls today. I'm constantly standing and sitting. I'm taking two advil every two hours or so. I go to keep going. Donna comes in again about lunch. Chicken broth is all I think I can manage. I'm really not feeling all that well. My stomach is bothering me. I think its from the Advil. At least that is what I tell myself. I eat in my office alone again. I wonder if I can find something to keep me busy tomorrow. Maybe a major crisis that will take me out of town for the weekend. I think that the bleeding has stopped. But I'm too scared to look. My last meeting ends at 5:15. I'm on edge. I can't really concentrate. I'm thinking of home. I wonder what will happen. I get to my office and go through my e mails and schedual. Donna's knock on my door at 5:45 startles me. 15 more minutes then I got to get out of here. I look at her. "Leo called. He wants you, Sam, Toby, and CJ." "Okay." Oh shit. I get up. Maybe it won't be too long.

"Josh." "Yeah Sam." "Good job today." "Thanks." I say honestly. "After this I'll give you a lift home." "Thanks Sam. I was gonna call a cab." "No sweat." We walk into Leo's office and everyone takes a seat. That is except for me. I perch myself on the arm of the couch that CJ is sitting on. "Don't worry. This is good. I just wanted to congradulate you Josh. Great Job. The bill is gonna get through congress." He smiles at me. Something smacks me in the stomach. My cock reacts to the pain. She has trained it real well. I jump. "Why the fuck must you hit me." I yell. I look around the room. Oh shit. I run.

"Donna if anyone comes for me tell them I'll be out in ten minutes." I lock my office door and sit at my desk. It is becoming too much for me. I tear off my jacket and tie. I unbutton my collar and sleeves as the first waves of nausua hit. I pick up my trash can just in time. Everything that I have eaten today, not a lot, has come up. I feel my back and chest is wet as is the front of my pants. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. What am I going to do. I can't handle this. I put my head on the desk

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