Chapter 4: I’m Learning

I was on tenterhooks at work the next day as I expected a demand summoning me to Anderson’s office. I was prepared and determined not to let him get the upper hand. I knew I had to remove my hold-ups, let my hair down, wear a red G-string and have a shaved mound. Yes, I was ready and surprised the call didn’t come. He’s playing mind games trying to outwit me, I thought.

The week continued, and by Friday, I had relaxed, thinking about the threesome tomorrow when my phone rang. “Hello.”

“Hi, sexy. I’m sorry, but I have to cancel our threesome tomorrow. Something’s come up, and Jake and I can’t make it. Can we please reschedule for the following Saturday?”

“Sure, is everything okay?”

“Oh, yes, nothing to worry about. It’s something Jake and I have to sort out. I’ll talk to you on Monday.”

“Okay, enjoy your weekend.”

“Thank you. You too.”

It was close to knock-off time, and my thoughts turned to catching up with my colleagues at the bar on the ground floor, discussing the week’s events and relaxing with a few after-work drinks.

My phone rang again. “My office now.” Oh, shit, it’s fucking Anderson, what a time to call so close to going home. I picked up my bag and raced to the lift, not wanting to keep him waiting. When I got to his office, Ruth was missing from reception, and I tentatively knocked on his office door. “Yes,” he bellowed.

I opened the door and gingerly walked in, averting my eyes from Anderson’s hypnotic stare. “Ms Colby, Ms Colby. You do disappoint me. You arrive at my office wearing hold-ups and your hair in a bun. How could such an intelligent woman like you forget what I told you on Monday?”

Oh, fuck. I’d been prepared all week for Anderson’s call, and when it came, I’d let my guard down and forgot to take off my hold-ups and let my hair down. What am I in for now, I thought.

Anderson walked over to me, put his finger under my chin, and raised my head to look at him. “You pathetic slut, strip and let your hair down,” he growled.

I had no choice. I’d slipped up big time. I let my hair down and removed my clothes, and while I was getting undressed, Anderson pressed the button on his desk that rotated the panel in the wall one hundred and eighty degrees, revealing the cross and implements of pain and pleasure.

“Back up to the cross,” he said contemptuously.

I struggled to breathe as my chest tightened, my heart raced, and my hands became clammy. Once I had my back against the cross, he came over and secured my wrists with the leather straps, then my ankles, followed by another strap he tightly fastened around my waist. He pinched my landing strip and said, “You stupid, stupid slut. What don’t you understand when I say clean-shaven?”

“I thought y...”

Anderson held up his hand, interrupting me, and said, “You don’t think, you’re a slut, you do as you are told. I think for you, and you do as I say. Is that clear?” He emphasised the word slut, making me feel worthless.

“Yes, sir,” I whimpered.

My breathing was shallow, and I felt vulnerable, with panic setting in. I pulled against the straps holding my wrists. I tried to move my legs and hips but found I could only move my head and wiggle my fingers and toes. I was secured tight, unable to move. My nipples betrayed my sense of anxiety as they were hard, standing out like bright pink beacons.

I should have known better. I watched Anderson everywhere he went as he slowly paced around his office. He was taking his time, drawing out my torment and apprehension. My eyes bulged wide when I saw him select a flogger, walk to his desk and press the intercom. “Ruth, get in here,” he demanded, his voice full of menace.

“Yes, sir.”

Ruth walked in, and I thought I saw her wince as she saw me strapped against the cross. Then Ruth quickly averted her eyes, looking straight ahead.

Anderson looked at Ruth when she entered and said, “This new slut does not understand clean-shaven get the shaver and clean off her ridiculous landing strip.”

“Yes, sir.”

I watched Ruth get the razor, and within seconds, my landing strip had disappeared as if it had never been there. Anderson came over holding the flogger in his right hand, then he put his left against my pussy and rubbed around, feeling for any pubic hair that I may have missed, and then he patted my muff several times.

“Ruth, you may go home now.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Anderson stood in front of me. Looking me up and down, then he ran his free hand over my breasts. “Ms Colby, you have beautiful breasts, and they will look so much better when I turn them into a dark shade of pink.” Anderson flicked the flogger against my pussy several times, causing me to gasp, before he moved to the right, and began to flog my breasts, then to the left, as he continued assaulting them. I winced and moaned, turning my head to the side every time the flogger hit me, and then he moved in front of me again.

The flogger hit my pussy on the upward stroke, then my breasts on the downward. I involuntarily called out, “Owwww,” and cringed every time the flogger hit me. Anderson picked up the pace as he swatted my tummy, then down my thighs. I cried out in pain as the tails of the flogger lashed my pussy. I tried to squirm and move around to soften the blows, but I couldn’t move. I was hurting, as he was unrelenting.

How much longer, I thought as he moved from my pussy back to my breasts. Blow after blow stung my orbs as Anderson beat them mercilessly. Then he stopped and ran his hands over my tummy, up to my breasts, running his hands over my pink boobs, squeezing them, before pinching and twisting my nipples, causing me to cry out in pain again. I couldn’t understand the look on his face. Was he enjoying it, was he turned on, or was he just indifferent and happy to inflict pain on a helpless woman?

After tormenting my breasts, he removed me from the restraints only to turn me around and secure me back to the cross. Anderson applied two more straps, one above each knee, firmly holding my legs against the wooden frame.

I cringed and tensed, waiting for the blows I knew were coming. Anderson took his time, building my anxiety by not knowing when he would start to beat me again.

There was a loud crack then I felt a sharp sting on my arse, quickly followed by another. Anderson had changed from a flogger to a whip. At first, the sharp stings were bearable. But the more he whipped me, the more the discomfort changed to pain.

The whip’s tail lashed my arse, making me flinch: and cry out, “Oww, oww, every time it stung my butt. I tried to squirm or flex my knees or dance on my feet to help ease the pain that stung my arse like a thousand bees stinging me all at once. “Please, sir, pleeeease stop,” I begged.

There was no let up as the lashing continued, and I gripped the straps holding me as the stinging pain surged through my body. My arse was sore and felt like it was on fire. It was covered with welt mark upon welt mark. I felt weak and begged, “Please, sir, stop. I’ll do anything you want, pleeease stop.” I was a trembling mess as my head fell to my chest, with tears streaming down my face.

Anderson finally stopped, and I hate to think what my arse cheeks looked like with the whipping I’ve taken. He removed me from the cross and turned me around. That’s when I saw he was naked. His manhood twitched, swinging from side to side with precum seeping from his pee hole, showing me no sympathy when he commanded, “Get on your knees, slut.”

My body ached, and I slowly got down on my knees. Anderson quickly thrust his cock against my lips, and I licked the underside of his shaft, then swirled my tongue around his tip, collecting his precum as I went. I opened my mouth, and he thrust forward, his cock hitting the back of my throat, causing me to gag. He pulled back, wrapped my hair around his hand, and jerked my head back and forth. I relaxed my mouth as much as possible as this beast of a man face fucked me.

He grunted like a wild animal, forcing his cock further down my throat as he held my mouth against his groin. I couldn’t breathe, and my arms flailed around aimlessly. Then he pulled back again, and I caught my breath as drool ran from my mouth, covering my chin, dripping onto my breasts, with his saliva-covered cock resting on my tongue. Yet again, Anderson held me by the hair and forced me against his groin while he jerked my head back and forth as he continued face fucking me. Then he eased back and shot his cum into my mouth. “Don’t you dare swallow until I tell you.” His cock spasmed and spasmed until my mouth was full of jizz. He slowly pulled out, and I kept my lips tight around his shaft, not wanting to lose any of his creamy goo.

Anderson made me wait and wait, and I struggled to hold his cum in my mouth. I had to swallow or spit it out. I began to panic and looked pleadingly at him. My tummy lurched, and It felt like I was about to vomit. Then he said, “Swallow.” After I gulped down his jizz, and as soon as my mouth was empty, he pushed his cock between my lips for me to suck and lick clean.

After cleaning his manhood, Anderson spoke with menace, “You pathetic slut, you can’t follow simple instructions. From now on, you will present yourself every morning for me to inspect. You will give me a blowjob every day until I say otherwise, and I will reward you with a belly full of cum. Your new life of servicing me starts on Monday, and on the last Friday of each month, you will submit yourself to me for my pleasure. I will, fuck, vibe, or spank you any way I want, in any position I want. Is that clear?”

I had no fire left and was hurting. I didn’t want to play this game any more. I would have crawled naked across the room and down the street if it meant I could get away from this callous, heartless man. I knew Anderson had broken me, leaving me feeling worthless. I looked down to the floor as tears ran down my cheeks and meekly said, “Yes, sir.”

“Get dressed and get out.”

After arriving home, I stripped off and looked at myself in the mirror. The front of my body was glowing pink, and I cried when I saw my bum cheeks peppered with red lash marks and wondered how long it might take to recover. I got my phone and took photos of all my injuries. Then, I took a bath and soaked my aching body. The hot water stung like hell. Then I dried off and applied aloe vera very gently to my sore butt, thighs, tummy and breasts. I checked with Doctor Google on how long it would take for my butt cheeks to recover. Two to four weeks, depending on the severity, I found.

I had a self-pitying weekend, and I thought about how foolish I had been, thinking I could play Anderson at his own game and try something new. I was excited at the beginning, but not now. I had lost, finding out the hard way, and I made a promise to myself I would never let him do this to me again.

I arrived at Anderson’s office on Monday morning at five before eight. I had learnt my lesson. My hair was down to my shoulders, and I wore a red G-string, no hold-ups, and had freshly shaved my pubic mound.

“Hi, Ruth,” I said. As brightly as possible while walking through the door.

“Anita, what are you doing here,” Ruth responded, surprised I arrived so early in the morning.

“Huh, I have to give Anderson a blow job every day before I start work, and he said he would reward me with a belly full of cum.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. That’s how I had to start the day for a while.”

“Well, let’s get it over with. Any tips?”

“Yes, squeeze his balls. That will get him to cum quickly. I’ll let him know you’re here.”

Ruth buzzed through on the intercom. “Mr Anderson, Ms Colby is here.”

“Good, send her in.”

I took a deep breath and let out a big sigh. Then, I walked through the double doors to Anderson’s office. He sat behind his desk, and it looked like he was already working his cock.

“Ms Colby, how lovely to see you so early. Strip to your G-string and leave your heels on. A woman’s legs look so much better when their calves muscles work, wouldn’t you agree, Ms Colby?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Come now and blow me. And I don’t need to tell you to make it good, do I? I want to enjoy this.” I inwardly shivered with disgust at his words and what I knew I had quickly become. A cock sucking cum dump for this sadist.

After stripping, I moved to his side of the desk, and Anderson swivelled around. His pants and jocks were down to his ankles, with his manhood standing to attention.

Standing at his side, I bent at the waist and licked around his glans as I stroked his shaft. Anderson, surprisingly, gently stroked and squeezed my breasts before moving to my nipples, rolling and squeezing them between his thumb and forefinger.