Chapter 4. Afterwards.

Lieutenant Colonel Barbara Flint came out of her office fully dressed and inspection ready. (As if anybody dared inspect an officer of her rank.) It was quite the contrast with Lieutenant Elson, naked, chained at the ankles, sitting limply at his desk in the dark with his face in his still-manacled hands.

“Elson, sit on your desk so I can unchain you. I’m leaving now, make sure everything here is tidied up, and put away, then get dressed and go home to your wife. In that order, understand?”

“Yes, Colonel,” he replied, softly.

She was secretly pleased, though she showed no outward recognition of how defeated and miserable her subordinate looked. Even his dick looked droopy and sad, hanging over the front of his office chair.

Driving home, “How can I explain all this to Heather? I feel terrible. That woman is such an evil bitch!”

When he walked in through their door, Heather took one look at his miserable expression and ran into his arms. All they could do is weep together for several minutes.

“Heather, let me start with the money.” He showed her the 39 bills, and explained how they should be distributed to the four banks. He continued, “There’s a change, though, it isn’t practical to continue this way, it’s too much actual cash to deal with. Instead she’s going to create a trust for a lawsuit payout through direct deposit, which is non-taxable income, for the same amount as agreed.

“Next, thank god, after today we won’t have sex in the office, that is also not practical. Instead, I go to her house one day a week for ‘work at home.’ I think that will go better than today, which was horrible. Maybe the worst day of my life.

“I am afraid to tell you about it, because you might leave me.”

“Oh, don’t you dare say that. We’ve been through this, you and me. The only way to get through this fiasco is to be completely open with each other. I want to know everything that bitch does, and not be finding things out later. So, spill.”

“She had me lock up the office with a ‘Closed Today’ sign. Then she stripped naked and ordered me to do the same. In fact, she is tit-less, and her swamp of pubic hair is enough to hide a beer can in. Then she put me on the floor, blew me until I was hard, sat on me, and was able to come three times.”

“Did you come?”

“I did not! Despite the situation, it was not erotic. There was an interval, while she talked about the money and the work-from-home. Oh, and she put cuffs on, to chain my ankles and hands together.”

“Why?”

“Hell if I know. Fucking bitch enjoys dominating me. Then it was the same thing. Blowjob, straddle, hump, and two more comes, for her only. Then she fell asleep, snoring, leaving me in chains on the floor.”

“I was lying there miserable, and exhausted, and I must have fallen asleep. Later, she kicked me awake, sent me shuffling to the bathroom while still chained, and ordered me to service her two more times behind her office desk.”