MaRRiah
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"maRRiah's Assignment"
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I am lucky enough that my Master and I work together in the same office, though not in the same department. He is 2 floors above me, I am 1 floor above the basement, and where the restrooms are located. No one in the office is aware of our Master/Slave relationship and we don't cross paths nor socialize here. But having two 15 minute breaks a day, I do get Slave tasks assigned and my Master, when he can, does participate. I am 5'7", 123 lbs. have green eyes, long brown hair, and from what I've been told, a nice pair of tits and a fuckable ass. A year or so ago, I had my nipples pierced and most recently, my stomach. Today I am wearing a short skirt, no panties, thigh highs, spiked black heels, a thick sweater and no bra. I have a small chain attached to my nipple piercing's and when I walk faster than usual, I can feel the chain lightly swinging as it taps my skin with each step. Needless to say, I act as if I am running late all day long" The building I work in has 4 floors. Of course my favorite being the basement which is like any other, concrete floors and walls, cold, damp, terrible lighting, storage boxes scattered here and there casting eerie shadows across the floor, your typical horror movie basement. The eeriness adds to my anticipation of what happens going to happen to me down there. I am running late this morning for my 1st break, its now 10:17 as I hurry downstairs wondering how my Master is passing the time waiting for me. I cannot tell from the look on his face as I approach if he is displeased at my lateness or not, I never can. I realize I am shivering as I enter the washroom behind him, close and lock the door. The next 15 minutes is what I live and breath for. My Master points to the floor in front of him and as I kneel he places his hand behind my head and presses it into his crotch, I close my eyes, sigh and immediately am at home. I am motioned to stand, blindfolded, gagged and striped within seconds. I am left standing in nylons and heels and the only sound is breathing and my heart beating. I am turned around and pushed up against the back of the door. My Master takes my hair and with rope, ties it in pony tail fashion, securing it to one of the coat hooks on the door. My hands are tied over my head, through the hook, back down the front of my body between my legs and back up to the hook. The rope is cinched tight and I have to stand on my toes to keep it from biting into the tender flesh of my crotch. I start squirming just a little to see what sensations I can derive from this position. I feel myself getting wet and a smile appears on my gagged lips. As I am rocking back and forth on the rope, I hear, a second before I feel, the sharp sting of a whip as it lands on my bare ass. I am barely able to catch my breath from this unexpected blow as another strike hits my backside. My mind is in a state of confusion for a few moments wavering between that fine line of pleasure and pain, and as the pleasure finally becomes the dominant, I am moaning against the gag in my mouth, the rope between my legs, wet from my excitement, rubbing me to near orgasm as I strain against it, trying to arch my back, to stick my ass out to meet every blessed blow of that whip. My body physically aches and craves this pleasure. It is a pleasure greater than any sexual orgasm I have ever had. Maybe someday I need to do both at the same time" The whipping stops and I can feel rather than see, my ass is fire red hot. I feel my Master's hand rub every inch that he struck with his whip as I try to calm down from the intense assault. Because I cannot see, everything is magnified ten-fold and for a moment I fear I cannot catch my breath. My legs are like rubber and all I wish at this moment is to be untied and left, a disheveled sobbing wreck on the floor. Of course, My Master has other plans. From all of my squirming and thrashing about, the ropes have become a bit stretched, as they are tightened I feel a new rope threaded between my nipple rings and my breasts are lifted and pulled as tight as the skin will allow, the rope tied to the coat hook as well. Lucky for me, my Master waited to add this new bondage, my earlier thrashing would of ripped my nipple rings out and I have yet to see the pleasure from this kind of pain" The door I am tied to, opens inward and the walls are situated in a way that you can stand behind the door, if left open, and no one coming in or out can see you. I am beginning to worry a bit because my internal clock tells me 15 minutes has passed, unknown to me, my Master this one time, notified my boss and told him I am needed to locate some boxed files from the basement, and I will be a while. Still gagged, I cannot express my concern about the time so I keep looking in my Masters eyes then down at his watch, hoping he picks up on my signaling. Frustrated now, I begin to stomp my foot to get his attention and the click click of my heel echo's off of the cement walls. My Masters answer to this is to take a bar, attach it between my ankles, securing it to the bottom of the door, preventing any further movement. I am literally a part of the door now, secured there by my hair, tits and feet. I can hear my Master putting away the remainder of his bag of toys and my frustration mounts because this is the signal that he will be soon leaving" I know now that I am well beyond my 15 minute break and search my mind frantically for an excuse to use IF I ever get back upstairs, at the same time a sadness overcomes me, knowing our meeting is ending. I feel my Masters breath on the back of my neck as his body presses me further into the hardness of the door, the fabric of his pants make me conscious of my still stinging red ass. I feel his hands come up around to my stretched breasts and squeeze them hard as he whispers, "maRRiah, you made me wait for you today". I wince as he continues squeezing, nodding my head in agreement, understanding now that I won't be going back upstairs for a while. As he backs up away from me leaving one hand pressed against the small of my back to keep me tightly pressed against the door, because it is his hand this time, I do not hear before I feel the sting as he slaps my ass over and over. If it weren't for his hand, my nipples would be ripped from my chest. I lose count after 20 and begin sobbing, the sound muffled from the gag. My mind is screaming for him to stop and screaming for him to continue when he does. I hear him pick up his bag, and as he opens the door slowly I shuffle my feet backwards until I am enclosed in this rectangle, unable to do anything but sob and wonder at my fate. I hear his footsteps echo into silence. After a while, the strain of not being able to relax my stance for fear of ripping off some body part is beginning to wear on me as I hear footsteps approaching. Because of my blindfold, I do not know that a "wet paint, keep open" sign was taped to the door before my Master departed. The footsteps coming closer indicate that it is a female, and I hold my breath as she walks in and enters one of the stalls and closes the door. My fear of being found is that I may be dismissed from my job and I cannot bear the thought of not working in the same building as my Master. His presence is strong enough that I can feel it through everything that separates us by two floors. Hours have passed, the bathroom used many times before I hear a males footsteps approaching. I even know from the sound it is not my Master's steps. The door is closed faster than it was opened, my mind frantically willing my feet to move faster so not to feel the ropes pulling at the body parts I want to keep in place. I am fondled by strange rough hands as I feel the ropes loosen and I am freed. I continue standing, still blindfolded and gagged as the man leaves. When I can no longer hear footsteps, I remove the soaked gag, and the blindfold as I press my forehead against the door letting my eyes adjust back to the light of day. I hurry and place the remaining bondage items belonging to my Master, in the bag that was left for me and get dressed. As I am walking out of the washroom, I notice some folders are left on a box with a note attached. The note reads, "Take these files upstairs and place them at your desk, they are to be returned back here tomorrow. This is your excuse maRRiah, for being gone from your desk so long. "Did you enjoy being left alone, maRRiah? Had you not been late, things would of ended differently. I expect your promptness at 6:00 tonight". I picked up the files, blessing my Master for the excuse, took the note and placed it in my pocket as I walked slowly back upstairs. My mind lingering on the mornings events as I slowly walk along, remembering the feel of the whip on my bare ass, the way it felt for my breasts to be strung up, the way my hair pulled when I was rocking on the rope, feeling the rope become wet between my legs, even the unknown hands fondling me sparked new arousal. As I approached my desk, I notice a pile of work had accumulated there during my absence, and realized I better work fast if I am to make a prompt entrance at 6:00! Sincerely,
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