I couldn’t think of anything to say to Pierce. My creative self had abandoned me just when I desperately needed her to come up with some plausible excuse to use that bathroom. Time was running out and I didn’t want to give Luke any reason to administer a more severe discipline than he already had in mind. I decided to wing it.
I turned off my computer and straightened the paperwork on my desk. I fetched my bag and turned out the lights as I headed out of my office. The clock in the hallway read 4:45 p.m., which only gave me fifteen minutes to complete all my tasks. I rode the elevator upstairs and headed straight into Pierce’s office.
“I need a favor,” I said straight out.
“Interesting,” he said, crossing his arms in front of him and leaning back in his chair.
“I need to use the bathroom across the hall,” I said.
“Jane, you get stranger by the day, you know that?” Pierce said. He sat up in his chair. “I don’t think any of the executives police the hall.”
“Can I say I was up here talking to you,” I said, “should I cross paths with anyone?”
“You can say anything you’d like but I think lunch is in order so you can explain what the hell is going on.”
“Deal,” I said, although I didn’t mean it. Time was draining away quickly and I needed to get going.
“Tomorrow,” he said. “Tomorrow.”
“Fine,” I said.
I ran across the hall and pulled everything out of my bag. I made quick work of the Fleet but then I couldn’t seem to relax enough to insert the butt plug. After what seemed like ten attempts, I finally pushed gently but firmly, guiding the Tulip to its resting place between my buttocks. I closed my eyes. The feeling was warm, sensuous, and erotic.
I threw everything into my bag—including the used Fleet enema—and hurried to the elevator. I could’ve hit myself upside the head, because no one saw me going into or out of the bathroom and now I was stuck dealing with Pierce over nothing.
I stopped, took another deep breath and realized that after all the craziness I stood right outside the office doors with two minutes to spare. Remembering the silk material at the last minute, I placed it over my eyes and tied it behind my head. I only had a second to think of what would happen if someone saw me standing in front of my office building with the blindfold on.
“Just in the nick of time,” Luke whispered in my ear. “I thought I would have the pleasure of more punishment but you managed to make it happen just in time.” He held me under my forearm and led me at a quick pace I found awkward to follow. “These clothes are all wrong,” he said when he slowed down to a stop.
I heard a car door open. Helping me in proved unwieldy. I felt the butt plug push deeper inside of me, which heightened the excitation of being blindfolded. Luke fastened my seatbelt and got in on the other side. I wondered if this signaled the beginning of my reward or my punishment. As the excitement swirled through me, I decided I didn’t care.
“I brought you an outfit to change into,” Luke said as we pulled away from the curb.
“Where are we going?”
“If I wanted you to know that, why would I bother with a blindfold? I’m assuming you took care of the other matters,” he said, not waiting for a response. “We will stop briefly for you to change, and there is another surprise for you. Any trouble from Pierce today?”
“Yes, he stopped by my office but I was sort of saved by my boss, who came by just a few minutes later. Although that was uncomfortable as well.”
“You are the popular one these days.”
“Well the hand job and the new outfit helped,” I said. I laughed, trying to rid myself of the image. “I did a stupid thing today.”
“Really?” he said. “How’s that?”
“I couldn’t use the regular bathroom and so I asked to use the restroom across the hall from Pierce. Turns out no one saw me going in or coming out but now Pierce wants me to have lunch with him.”
“When?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Don’t imagine you’ll be up for going to work tomorrow,” he said as he cranked the car and shifted into first gear.
I was relieved not to have to face Pierce but scared by what would keep me from going to work. “Should I be worried?”
“That all depends on whether you trust me to take you where you need to go. You know you need this, Jane. You need me and you definitely need what I’m going to give you.”
My heart rate jumped and I became increasingly aware of the plug in my ass. Somehow my body had begun to confuse the signals of fear and sexuality. Along with genuine dread of what might happen that night, I also felt sexually stimulated.
The car came to a stop and Luke helped me out of the passenger seat. We walked up two steps and as soon as we entered through the door I knew I had been there before. I could smell the leather, latex and other fragrances. I felt embarrassed to be there blindfolded. If only Christian wasn’t working ….
“Hello,” I heard him saying to Luke, “How can I help you?”
“Please fit Jane with a corset. That one,” he said. “We will need the large Tulip butt plug as well.”
Luke walked away, leaving me alone with Christian.
“Hi Jane,” he whispered.
I had hoped he wouldn’t recognize me. I don’t know why I felt so embarrassed in front of him. The store belonged to him, after all. “Please take off your blouse and your bra,” he said.
I did as I was told and felt a chill run up my spine. My nipples stood erect as the shame flooded through me.
“Lift your arms, please,” Christian said.
He wrapped the corset around my body and struggled to hook it in the back.
“Maybe it’s too small?” I said.
“No, Jane, that is the point,” he said as finished hooking the clasps down to my waist.
I could feel my breasts being pushed together and up. My waist felt constricted and much smaller as I ran my hands down my sides. Luke’s aroma—no other smell like it, with a subtle hint of earthy sandalwood—alerted me to his presence. I couldn’t hear his instructions to Christian, but I felt my skirt being unzipped and my panties removed. Christian’s administrations made me so turned on I could feel the wetness on my thighs. He had me step into a skirt. As he straightened my blouse he brushed over my nipples, causing them to harden under the strain of the corset. He must have moved in closer, because I could hear him inhaling the essence from my neck and hair. A thrill ran through my body.
My shoes were removed and replaced with much higher heels. I wished I could see what I looked like.
The next part, so stimulating and humiliating at the same time, left me breathless.
Christian led me deeper into the store and past what felt like a curtain. “Bend over at the waist please,” he said.
“Easier said than done,” I said. The corset complicated things. I had to draw myself up to my full height before I could bend over. I finally managed it.
“Please spread your legs for me,” he said. He lifted my skirt over my bottom and gently pulled out the butt plug already in place. As I stood there exposed, I longed for a tongue to taste me. My body, which should have been uncomfortable and tight, was in full rebellion. I wanted to feel the warmth of his breath on me.
I felt his fingers coat my anus with lubricant. I moaned my pleasure as he stuck two fingers in and began stretching my hole. I wanted to rub my clit as he worked his fingers in my ass but did not have permission. I knew part of what I would experience that night would include punishment for previous infractions. What Christian was doing was certainly not part of that punishment, and I certainly didn’t complain.
I felt the cold tip of the larger plug spreading my anus. “Oh, oh,” I moaned.
As the depth and width began to stretch me even farther, I screamed. “Wait, wait that hurts.”
“Shhhh,” he whispered into my ear. “Relax.”
I tried to do as he advised but the intensity of the pain came
to a sharp point just before the widest part penetrated me. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I said. I knew that if someone would just flick my clit once I would cum. That plug filled me in a way the other had not. My legs trembled and my heart raced; I felt faint.
Christian pulled me upright and I felt a contraction in my gut. “Opf,” I muttered.
“Jane, listen to me,” Christian whispered. “Try to stay loose and relaxed and your body will accommodate it quicker. You look beautiful, by the way, and very fuckable.” He ran his hand up under my skirt and caressed my ass. I felt so turned on and yet so dirty. I liked his touching and caressing me with Luke circling quietly around the edges. I was shifting further and farther away from my former image of myself. A twisted beast had been awakened in me—a barbarian whose clit ruled her rational mind.
“Thank you,” I whispered seductively, inviting him closer. If I could’ve seen him, I would’ve kissed his face.
“Perfect,” I heard Luke say as we walked back into the store. “How does it feel?”
“Big,” I said.
“Good.” I heard the cash register drawer open and close. Then Luke thanked Christian for his assistance.
“Anytime,” Christian replied and I knew he meant it.
Luke led me to the car. I wondered if the blouse sufficiently covered the corset. I flushed, certain that I must look like a hooker or call girl.
As we headed to our next destination, Luke reached over and forced my thighs farther apart. He touched my wetness and massaged my clit with his right hand while adeptly steering the car with his left and taking time to shift when needed. He was driving me wild.
“Ohhhh,” I said. So close to cumming, I hoped he would stop so I wouldn’t betray myself.
“So you liked having another man handle you?” he said. “I will have to keep that in mind.”
“Oh Luke, ohhhhhhhh.”
“Yes, babe, I’d love to hear you cum. Cum for me,” he said as he increased the speed of his fingers, circling gently, lightly teasing until I lost control.
“Oh yes, oh yeah, ohhhhhhhh!” I yelled and came.
“You look so sexy, Jane. Know that I will devour you tonight. First we must eat. You will need your strength.”
* * * *
Luke led me through a door and I instantly smelled garlic and melted cheese. He exchanged words with the host and we were led to a table at the back of the restaurant—or so I guessed. I imagined people staring at me. Between my outfit and the blindfold, I was surely garnering too much attention. I should have felt embarrassed or at the very least self-conscious, but instead I felt safe with Luke. On his arm I had glided without fear through the throng. I adored being treated as special.
He helped me into my chair and sat on the same side of the table with me.
Luke did all the ordering. We started out with a glass of cold white wine. Although I wanted to see his eyes, the wine relaxed me enough to allow me to enjoy the experience. He fed me bread with garlic butter and another glass of wine.
“Jane,” he said in a stern voice. He gripped my upper thigh and I realized I had let my legs close. “Two more lashes for you tonight.”
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“You may be later,” he said and then bit the side of my neck. Moving his fingers between my legs, he flicked and pulled on my labia. It took all the strength I could muster to stifle the cries of pleasure that threatened to come out. I had no idea how close the other tables were or who could see us. I leaned my head back and enjoyed his manipulations. My arousal was climbing higher and higher, bringing me once again to the edge of orgasm, when suddenly the waiter interrupted us with an announcement that dinner was served. The hot blast of embarrassment suffused my skin. I wanted to slide under the table to the floor.
While I recovered my equilibrium, Luke fed me my meal. I had never enjoyed so much attention. He fed me water and wine to wash down the eggplant parmesan. He dabbed my mouth with my napkin and cared for me in a way my mother never had. He whispered loving phrases as I ate and drank. We laughed and shared affectionate kisses. I experienced a raft of conflicting emotions—chagrin at my inexperience, euphoria at being cared for so thoughtfully … All these lows and highs were combined with arousal, which confused me the most. The turmoil reminded me of my dad.
“I forgot to tell you that my father got in touch with my mother hoping to get in touch with me,” I blurted out. “I have his new number but I haven’t called yet.” It felt weird to share intimate details without being able to see Luke’s face.
“Will you call? I’d like to meet him.”
“My mother wants to meet you but—”
“But what, Jane?”
“She’s a bitch … for lack of a better term.” I played with the napkin on my lap and tried to imagine my mother with Luke.
“Are you worried for me?” he said, laughing. “Oh, you would be surprised at how well I can put someone in their place. They even end up thanking me for it. I think meeting your parents will give me more insight into you.”
“Will I meet your parents?” I asked.
“They’re deceased.”
“Brothers or sisters?”
“No,” Luke said.
Goosebumps rose along my arms. It bothered me that he had no ties.
“Will I meet your friends?”
“I’m mostly a loner, Jane. Many of my acquaintances are work related. I only need one close friend at a time and you’re it.”
“Will you give me the chance to know you better?”
“Of course, my love. That takes time and we have plenty of that … or will, as soon as you quit your job.” I could hear the smile in his voice. He had an uncanny ability to change the subject. “Let’s take dessert to go, shall we? Cannoli?”
“Sounds perfect,” I said.
“One more thing before we leave the restaurant,” he said.
Angst clouded my mind. I knew I would soon be paying my penalty, but surely not in the restaurant.
I followed Luke’s lead back toward the front of the front. All the sounds changed as we entered the kitchen. I heard the clinking of plates and the sizzling of food on the grill and in the pans. People hustled past us as we made our way through.
“Where are you taking me?” I said.
“Quiet,” Luke said, sternly. “Not a word.”
As soon as I met his new expectations emotionally and physically, he would push me even further past my comfort zone. Fear put me on high alert, and tears brimmed in my eyes. I knew in that moment that I’d never truly be able to catch up. I would forever be treading water with this man. I had thought the incident with Pierce would be the limit, but that night I realized that there would be no limits. Luke would continue to push and cajole me ever deeper. All these thoughts traveled through my mind as I continued to allow Luke to lead me further into depravity.
When we came to a halt, I could still hear the kitchen sounds muffled in the distance. Another set of feet shuffled into the room. My first instinct was to pull away out of fear, but I knew I had to bring those reactions under control. Would he allow another man to fuck me? I thought. I started to shake, quietly fighting the tears that threatened to betray me. The caring, comforting Luke had left and in his place was the dark Luke I had also come to know. The energy shift was as striking as a cold front moving in after a sunny day.
“Put your arms out in front of you,” he demanded.
Obediently, I held my arms out and felt them being tied together. My panic edged forward, causing involuntary recoil. Luke grabbed me even tighter, manhandling me. Then he led me straight ahead again. The edge of a table hit me at hip level, and my upper body was cast forward over the top. My toes barely touched the ground, causing my calves to cramp.
“Spread your legs,” Luke said, kicking my feet apart. At that moment I knew for sure we had company. Someone else fastened me to the other end of the table. I turned my face to the side, feeling the cold surface. My body shook out of fear and lust.
> I disgusted myself.
“I can see you need a little reminding to keep those thighs open for me and a bigger reminder that your clit belongs to me now. Your pleasure is completely under my control. Are you ready, Jane?”
“Yes please,” I said, taking a deep breath to steady my mind.
I don’t know what he used on me but it was the most painful device yet. It made a hissing noise as it went through the air. Determined not to cry in front of an audience, I tried to hold my breath in an effort to cork the flow. After a couple of strokes, I no longer thought of breathing or not breathing. The lashes sent such intense pain through me that it tangled my mind. My nipples engorged against the flat table and I felt my flower flush with wetness.
In the beginning I could hear feet moving around the table but after about ten hits with the whip I could hear nothing, smell nothing. I felt as if I’d left my body. My mind floated somewhere else, into oblivion. I returned to consciousness when Luke whispered in my ear. A rush of awareness inundated my senses; I could feel the energy and presences in the room.
“You were amazing, Jane. You took thirty-two hits of the whip and they all enjoyed the show. I will show you my appreciation when we get home.” The sweet, caring Luke had returned, soothing the pain and fear of just minutes before.
Someone untied me and Luke lifted me to my feet. He fixed my skirt as a thunderous applause erupted around us. I was mortified as the tears I had successfully kept at bay began to flow, and I was grateful to have the blindfold capturing them. I no longer recognized the life I had chosen.
Luke led me out to the car and placed a pillow on the seat before helping me to sit down. This time he had striped not just my ass and thighs but the part of my back that lay exposed outside of the corset. The car ride home left me squirming for a comfortable position. I couldn’t sit straight up so I positioned myself on my right hip, leaning against the door. I bit my lower lip, crying silently, and the tears did not cease as he opened the door.
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