“Can you Thomas?” Janice said personally to me, a great performance by my work wife mistress. “Mr. Carson, I have talked to him about how straining the burden of serving the students and a lot of the time the staff. Maybe I need to be more direct, Sir.”
“It’s pretty simple from where I sit,” Mr. Carson said to her, as if I wasn’t there. “Either he stops or he’ll not be employed here much longer after that, Mrs. Flaherty. I know you two work closely on a lot of things and it’s impossible to totally separate, so you’re going to have to work it out and Mr. Fredrick now knows the line he can not cross. Please let me know the minute a line is crossed.”
My stomach sank. It was so easy for her to make a half-truth accusation, spin conversations that she led, into a work place violation that can not be questioned. She owned me even without the video, the pictures, she’d owned me from the first month of our working together, the nature of gaining control over my life was complete. She had me.
He talked about ethics in general before he abruptly ended the conversation for a webinar. We walked out separate doors and I was behind her in the hall, watching her seemingly pantiless arse sway back and forth, just before turning the corner, down the freshman hall, she stopped and let me catch up.
“Check your AP as you’ll get instructions at 4 p.m. as to what is next, Puer.” She whispered and looked intense, focused and with purpose. “I hope that hurt more than junk punches, you sniveling little dick, poor excuse of a husband.”
I went back to my office, shut the door, shut off the lights, and sat in the darkness.
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I sent Melanie a text around 3 p.m. stating, “hey might be late tonight, we’re just doing left overs, correct?”
“Okay and sure” she replied, I was trying to get out ahead of whatever the fuck Mistress Lace was going to do to me at 4 p.m.
I turned on my Kik notifications, because at this point I didn’t want to miss anything from her and get on with this fourth round of punishments and regroup. I didn’t do much since my meeting with Mr. Carson and Janice, fielded some phone calls and eventually opened my office door.
I closed it again as 4 p.m. approached and sat staring at my phone. As 4 p.m. changed on it’s front, a notification came through from Leather&Lace22 which read:
“My Puer. The next six hours belong to me. You don’t have to understand why, or how, or what is coming next, you just need to submit. Your life, your marriage and your career is now in my hands. I hope you understand that, after sitting and sweating in front of Mr. Carson, I’m not playing games and that I own you. Here are your instructions:
1 – Call you wife as you drive to 1324 Wilshire Blvd in Menlo, convince her to come to that same address, you’ll see and pull into the open garage there. If she hesitates, beg and ask her “please”. 2 – shut the garage door and walk to the house were you’ll see an open root cellar door. 3 – walk down the stairs and close the door behind you.”
Separate and last she sent simply, “4 -obey in silence.”
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**4:45 p.m.**
I assumed it was Larry who immediately pulled a hood over my head and face, I had shut t he doors and stood, blinded by daylight in the dimly lit cellar. I was surprised how far down the stairs went it was before the hood covered all light.
Over speaker phone I hear Mistress Lace’s voice, “Strip naked and be led to the stock.”
‘The stock’ rattled in my brain, the silhouettes of furniture or apparatus were seen in the moments standing. I pulled off my tie, unbuttoned my shirt, dropped it and then pulled my t-shirt over my head. I slipped off my “Dudes”, socks and felt a little embarrassed unbuttoning my pants, then stepping out of them and my boxers. The cool dampness of the concrete floor and buried space was on my feet and surrounding my naked figure.
A man’s hand led me across the concrete onto some sort of padded flooring before stopping me, reaching out my hand to feel the wood and the padded arm spots. moved along it’s length, finding the other arm hole and was soon placing my neck, my hands into the proper places, standing in place. I felt the top drop down and heard the click of a lock on the end.
I felt the large hand move my feet forward and then one at time slid them outward and placed another restraint behind both feet and locked it in place. My legs were spread and my upper half was in the stock as I bent forward, in a 100% vulnerable position for anything.
I wondered about Larry, doing Mistress’s calling, restraining a man naked. Was he naked, or was he in the wardrobe of the lifestyle?
I heard some rustling around behind me and then in front, then a rush of air as a heavy, cloth blanket or covering was dangling over my head and hands. It was stretched out and off of me and I heard a stool or chair placed just in front of me.
For the next 1/2 hour or so, I’d really lost track of time, this was all that my senses were allowed as there was silence. I heard some footsteps above me finally, upstairs, and I assumed it was Mistress Lace coming home. The rustling of someone getting up behind me came again, my arse cheeks now semi-open from this position, making me feel REALLY vulnerable.