1. The Devil's Chamber Part 3


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Reluctance, Author: Jessica_Jones, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    the sweetest taste. I would have been appalled in any other circumstance, but this made me throb even harder. He put his thumb back into my mouth and began to rub and grind his sweet nectar into my tongue. “Mmmmm, you are very good girl. Now undo my belt and take it off.” “Yes, Sir.” My hands fumbled with the buckle, they were shaking nervously. I couldn’t believe what was actually happening. What if people at work were to find out? I would forever be, ‘the woman who slept her way to the top’. I stopped thinking and took a deep breath, and let my hands focus on the task. The buckle finally opened and I slid the belt slowly from its loops. I folded the belt in half and handed it to Mr. Henderson. He seemed to approve. “Good girl my little kitty. Now up, stand- over there by the bookshelf,” he pointed. I stood up immediately and moved to the bookshelf, where I had taken the book from. Mr. Henderson followed closely behind me. I stopped in front of the shelf and turned around, facing my boss. He said nothing, instead he put his massive hands on my waist and turned me back around, facing the books. He knelt down behind me and pushed my legs together- tight. His fingers ran down my thighs, then calves, and to my shoes. He unclasped them and slid them off my feet, right and then the left. “You keeps your legs together! Now your arms, put them above your head.” I raised my arms above my head, interlocking my fingers. His hands found my waist again and I felt him lifting me. I raised ...
    myself to my tippy toes for a few seconds, then I began to wobble and toes gave away. He lifted me again and I was back on my toes. “You hold that position. Every time your heels touch the floor, you are going to regret it.” “I will try Sir,“ I whimpered through strained calf muscles. I focused on my breathing and staying propped properly on the balls of my feet. It wasn’t long before my legs started to weaken. My calves were shaking and cramping, and then I couldn’t hold it anymore. I dropped down, my bare feet flat on the cold floor. But nothing could have prepared for the hot sting I was about to feel. “Bad kitty!” Mr Henderson disapproved. Whack ! I felt the smooth end of his belt land across both cheeks. I clenched my ass and gasped, letting out a small whimper. His hands controlled my hips again, lifting me to my toes. I was not ready and I fell again. Whack ! His strong grasp once more guided me to my submissive position – on my toes. I was feeling the skin on my bottom burning, and the welts raising against my nylons. I held this time, I could not take another strike from his leather belt. I was going to hold as long as I could, until my mind could no longer control my body. Until mind over matter was no longer an option. I focused on my breathing. My yoga classes tightened and toned my butt, but I didn’t know they would come in this handy. I breathed in deeply, filling my lungs. I imagined that the air that the filling me, was helping me to float there. As long as I ...
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