I know Master prefers me in skirts or dresses. It’s the majority of the clothing that takes up space in my closet. Every color, length and style imaginable hangs up neatly in my closet meticulously arranged for ease of selection. My coordination and organization shining throughout the closet.
I know Master's desires, this morning though… I desired the feel of denim in my legs. I craved the tight fitting fabric of my jeans enveloping my body – my legs, my ass, my stomach. I wanted something that held me tight and showed my curves. I wanted something that would attract attention as I proceeded through my day, proudly showing off my ample ass and shapely legs. Master wouldn’t know as I wouldn’t see Him until tomorrow. Like those terrible reels online where someone says “He’ll never know…” the devil on my shoulder echoed through my mind as I slipped on the fabric. I paired the dark-wash denim jeans with a soft pink cami (which awesomely displayed the tops of my cleavage), a matching sheer, flowy pink top and a pair of black ankle length boots. Admiring myself in the mirror, after I had put my hair up in a messy bun and applied a bit of make-up. I looked slightly innocent, a bit bad-ass and totally hot! I smiled as the little devil on my should repeated the chant in my ear, “He’ll never know…”
As I made my way through my day, I strutted, mentally knowing guys were admiring me, and likely some women too. I went to the coffee shop and ordered my normal morning coffee, smiling sweetly at the male barista as he handed me my drink (our fingers touching briefly). I sipped my coffee as I made my way into the office. Since the pandemic, most people in my office worked from home – Fridays were dead in the office.
I set my coffee down at my desk and relaxed into my chair lounging back, stretching. Most of my day today would be spent fantasizing, scrolling Facebook and the occasional phone call to transfer someone or annoyed visitor looking for someone who likely was not in the office. During the week, I was busy, but Fridays, Fridays were 8 hours of waiting and clock watching until it was time to go home. I had previously attempted to convince my boss to forward the phones on Fridays to my cell phone and simply close the reception at the office, but he didn’t like that idea. What if someone needed something FROM the office? That was my job. Not one person, except him, ever bothered me on a Friday. I knew he wasn’t going to bother me today, or for the next two weeks. He and his new gold digger, I mean girlfriend, had left on Monday for vacation and his cases were being handled by another partner.
I leaned back in my chair, feet on my desk, crossed at the ankles, coffee in one hand and phone in the other. I sipped my coffee, savoring it, as I scrolled through funny videos on my phone. I giggled quietly to myself, although I have no clue why since I knew nobody was in the office. I had unlocked the door and nobody had entered since I came in. I would see anyone walking up to the building so I knew I was safe in my casual, lasefaire, pose. Heck, I might even do my yoga exercises in the lobby at lunch… I laughed to myself… the heck I would. Heck, I might even not stop at the gym for class on the way home. “He’ll never know…” the chanting devil crooned in my ear again. I smiled, continued sipping my coffee and scrolling through Facebook videos.
That was not the position I was in at present, however. At present, I was naked, face down, on my knees with my arms extended on the floor in front of me, the cuffs made out of tattered pieces of my jeans, biting into my wrists and ankles. Master stood before me, the dragon-tongue whip in his hand, the discarded pieces of my jeans littered around behind Him. My cami, coat and boots in the corner of the room, but I would be lucky to leave this office with even those on. Likely I would leave in one of the slave dresses Master kept in His office.
“I am very disappointed with you.” He said grazing the dragons tongue down my spine. My body shuddered but I knew better than to move. I knew better than to speak. I knew better than to barely breathe. “This is what you do when management is away. This is how you represent out company.” Though posed as questions, I knew better than to respond. They were statements of fact – and I had no way to argue out of said facts.
I was three hours into my day when someone behind me cleared their voice. I snapped my legs down from the desk and turned around to see a very upset Master standing in the doorway behind me. I gaped open mouth like a fish sucking for water in the air. Plenty of words came to my head, but none of them made it to my vocal cords and into the air.
“My office, immediately.” He ground out. I sprung out of my chair and practically ran to Master’s office. I immediately knelt down, my head lowered, my eyes filled with the threat of tears. When had he come into the office? How long had he been there? Why didn’t I check the back offices when I came into the building?
“Stand up and strip.” He commanded as He shut the door. I heard the click of the lock and the blinds closing as I quickly followed His direction. I stripped all of my clothes off, folding them neatly into the corner. It was not the first time I had stripped in Master’s office so the protocol was familiar. I returned to the spot in the middle of the room and watched in slight horror as He picked up my jeans and began tearing them apart with a large knife. The shreds of the denim fabric quickly becoming cuffs at my wrists and ankles and a make shift collar. The cuffs were a bit uncomfortable but the collar He had left loose. I new it was present though.
He motioned to the floor and I quickly lowered myself back onto my knees. “Pose.” He whispered as He walked away from me. I lowered my torso onto the floor and stretched my arms in front of me, my forehead resting onto the floor. I heard the cabinet open and smelled the leather materials that were kept in the cabinet. I was not allowed to touch any of those items without permissions. Several of the items, however, if not all of them, had touched my skin. That cabinet held the array of Master’s whips, floggers, paddles and other implements of (as He called them) ass destruction.
The sight of dragons tongue from the corner of my eye caught my attention before the next command came. “Punishment.” One word, which caused me to push up on my hands and toes, my ass high in the air into a down-ward dog yoga pose.
Master preferred to conduct punishments in this pose. It forced the submissive or slave to focus on holding themselves in position. If one faltered, He would wait while one repositioned themselves but add stroke penalties. If one could not hold any longer, punishment would be finished on one’s knees but with double the strikes as originally planned. One never knew how many strikes were going to land, but one better know at the end hoe many they received.
The first strike of the dragons tongue on my ass caused me to cry out but I held position. The second strike hit the same spot as did the third and forth. My arms strained as I held back loud cries as Master lashed my ass, thighs and back. At lash 15, I lost position but quickly recovered by the time Master reached 5. By lash 20 my arms and legs were shaking, silent tears rolling down my cheeks. At lash 25, I was begging He would cease soon as my body was shaking violently and my cries filled the room. When lash 30 hit my now extremely tender backside, I was loudly sobbing and begging Master for mercy.
One word, “Finished” and I collapsed onto the floor. I lay prone on the floor as He knelt next to me, putting ointment on my skin and handing me a bottle of water. After sceneing Master would hold me tight and cuddle me. After punishment, though, it was only medical care, water and continue on the day. I quickly quelled my tears and drank sips of the water.
I heard Master go to the cabinet, put the dragon tongue away and heard another door open. He dropped a slave dress on the floor next to me. “Go to the bathroom, get cleaned up and get back to work.” He directed.
I got into the bathroom and reviewed the stripes left from the dragons tongue. They were all over my back, ass and thighs. It was going to be tender sitting for a few days, as some bruises on my ass and thighs had already started to form. I washed my face and put the slave dress on. The nearly sheer fabric barely covered my tits and upper thighs.
Grateful for the lack of Friday traffic in the office, I returned to my desk and started working on some projects that needed some attention. As I worked, I could not help but think, I really should have listened to the angel on the other shoulder that whispered “He’s gonna know!"