Caught: Punished by Her Boss (10 page)

“You were very disobedient yesterday,” Eric began. He stopped, interrupting himself. ”Hey! Where’s your collar? I didn’t tell you to take it off.”

Alarmed, Jessie touched her throat. “I—I didn’t know I was supposed to keep it on.” He’d removed the leash at some point when she was cuffed to the cross, but had left the dog collar strapped around her neck.

She’d taken it off once he’d left the basement, feeling it with her fingers, buckling and unbuckling it over and over for something to do, counting the tiny perforated holes in the hard leather, thinking about James, the sub boy she’d bought it for, who liked to be treated like a puppy, begging for treats and getting his nose smacked with a rolled up newspaper when he was a bad dog.

“If I put something on you, you leave it on, you got it?”

“Yes, sir,” Jessie forced herself to reply, her eyes sliding toward the food.

“Where is it? Where’s the collar? Give it to me.”

Jessie, grateful at least for the reprieve for her arms, twisted back and reached inside the cage, feeling beneath the sheet. She handed the collar to Eric, who snatched it from her. “Lift up your hair,” he ordered as he stood over her. “And this time don’t take it off. This is your training collar. If it comes off again without me being the one to remove it, you won’t eat for a week, you hear me?”

He wasn’t a Dom, he was a bully and a
bastardo
, but he had the peanut butter and jelly sandwich she wanted. “Yes, sir.” She leaned forward, bowing her head submissively as he re-buckled the hard leather collar around her neck.

“Back in position,” Eric ordered, as he sat again beside her. Her eyes were riveted to the food.
Jesus god, stop with the posturing and let me have it!

Eric followed her gaze. “Hungry?”

Duh.
“Yes, sir,” Jessie replied. Her arms felt like rubber. She couldn’t do this much longer.

Instead of reaching for the sandwich, Eric picked up a pen and small pad of paper Jessie hadn't noticed before from the tray. “I need something from you first. I need your email log-in and password, both for the site and your personal email.”

He held the pen poised over the paper, waiting for her to speak. Jessie knew she should refuse but what choice did she have? She was so hungry she couldn’t think clearly. And what difference did it really make? She was trapped and at his mercy. She had to pretend to go along until she could figure a way out. And so she told him, her eyes on the sandwich while he scribbled the information.

He tore off a page from the pad and folded it, shoving it in his back pocket. At last he reached for a sandwich. “Open your mouth.”

Jessie complied, her mouth watering as he tore off a piece. He placed it on her tongue and Jessie chewed and swallowed, ravenous. She hadn't had PB&J since she was a kid, but could honestly say she’d never tasted anything so good.

He gave her another bite, and another, until, all too soon, the sandwich was gone. He followed it with more water. Jessie tilted her head back to keep the water from spilling. She rubbed her tongue over the roof of her mouth and along her teeth, searching for any bit of missed food, wishing there had been a second sandwich on that paper plate. Her arms were shaking but at least she felt alive again.

Eric stood and stared down at her. “I hope you learned your lesson. Disobedient slaves don’t get the privilege of food and water. Next time you disobey it will be much worse for you.”

Jessie kept her eyes down, hoping her face didn’t betray her rage. She had to play the game better. She had to convince him she was going along with his insanity.

Eric hauled himself to his feet. “Time for your shower, and then I’m going to groom you. I don’t like hairy twats. Once you’re more presentable, we’re going to have some serious fun.”

~*~

J. might have thought she was fooling him, but she was so easy to read. He hadn't yet broken her spirit, but he would. Meanwhile it was almost fun watching her struggle to present herself as docile and submissive. Her dark eyes would flash and he thought if looks could kill, he’d have been murdered a dozen times over since he took her captive. He didn’t care. It was part of the thrill—taking a strong, feisty woman and breaking her down, bit by bit.

She’d been plenty submissive while waiting for that food and water. And if she hadn't been precisely submissive when he’d tied her down on the bondage table and shaved her cunt, she’d certainly been cooperative. He’d only nicked her once, and that had been her fault, since she’d twitched. She’d started to tremble after that, but she’d stayed very, very still while he finished the job.

He’d left her there bound on top of her sleep cage while he went up to get the inversion table. The idea had come to him on the drive to the office and he couldn’t wait to try it out.

He’d stopped at his favorite sex boutique on the way home and picked up a vibrating wand just like Sir Stephen and Maestro used on their girls. The guy behind the counter had also convinced him to buy the “forced orgasm” harness that went with it. The harness was a leather belt that went around the waist with a hanging leather holder designed to accommodate the vibrator. It had a two belt buckle system to keep the head of the vibrator firmly in place against a slave’s cunt, hands-free.

J.’s eyes were closed when Eric reentered the dungeon, the folded inversion table in his arms, the toys in a bag slung over his shoulder. He’d bought the table several years back when he was suffering lower back pain after a car accident. He’d almost forgotten he owned it, having consigned it to an unused corner of the guest bedroom, which he rarely entered.

Now he couldn’t wait to try his idea on his slave.

He set up the inversion table in the center of the dungeon and moved toward J. to untie the ropes he’d secured her with. She opened her eyes. “Get up” Eric ordered. “It’s time for a session.”

Once he had her standing, he opened his bag of tricks and removed the wand harness. “Lift your arms over your head and don’t move,” he instructed. He buckled the thick leather belt around her waist, the holder, which consisted of two strips of leather with a large O-ring at their center, dangling in front of her denuded cunt.

He led her to the inversion table and directed her to lean back against it and place her feet on the footrest. She looked hesitantly at the contraption but after a glance at him, she obeyed.

She held onto the handles on either side of her body as Eric positioned the thick foam rollers over her ankles to hold her securely in place. Making her grip the top bar of the frame over her head, he used leather cuffs and clips to secure her wrists. This girl wasn’t going anywhere.

Now for the fun.

Eric took the battery-operated vibrating wand out of the bag. J.’s eyes widened as she took in what he was holding, and it was clear she knew what it was. There was just room between her legs to slide the wand in place. He pushed the fat head into the hole in the harness, pressing it firmly against her cunt.

Staring at her naked body with the vibrator tucked between her legs, Eric dropped his shorts and kicked them away, his cock already hard with anticipation. “Get ready, here we go,” he said, as he tipped the inversion table, shifting her position from upright to upside down with a push. J. gasped in evident surprise. Her long, dark hair brushed the ground. She looked so deliciously vulnerable, naked with her arms extended over her head, held in place by the bar at her ankles.

“Hey!” she shouted at finding herself upside down.

“Relax,” Eric said, deciding not to punish her for speaking out of turn. He was too eager to get this session going. “You’re not going anywhere. This is an inversion table—it’s designed for this. That is, it’s designed to safely hold you in position while you’re upside down. Though we’re going to use it today for something a little different than what it was designed for.” He chuckled and fondled his erection.

Leaning over her, he flicked the wand to life. It began to vibrate against her clit, pulling a single word from her lips. “Oh!”

Eric smiled, continuing to massage his shaft as he positioned himself at her head. He pulled at the top bar of the frame, lifting her until her mouth was level with his cock. He could feel the vibration of the wand through the metal of the frame.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered, pressing the head of his cock to her lips. A slap to her cheek helped spur her to obey. He pushed his cock into the wet warmth of her mouth. “This is your first lesson in discipline. Make me come. You are not to come before I do, or you’ll be punished.”

He slid his cock deeper into her mouth, supporting the frame against his thighs to hold her in the correct position. She gagged, the muscles of her throat contracting against his shaft. It felt so fucking good. He eased out a little, and then pressed back again. He knew he wasn’t going to last long. From the sound of things, she wasn’t going to either. Her high-pitched mewing was muted against his cock, a staccato tune against the bass line of the vibrating wand.

It felt good, but he needed more. Eric held her face in his hands and began to fuck her mouth in earnest, thrusting deep into her throat and pulling nearly out, over and over in a steady rhythm as his orgasm began to mount.

All at once J. began to shudder, her hips undulating as the fat head of the wand vibrated relentlessly against her cunt. It was obvious she was coming, and coming hard, completely out of control.

Oh dear, what a very bad slave girl
, Eric thought gleefully, as he began to spurt down her throat.

She was bucking hard, her body arched and straining, even while she choked and spluttered on his come. Eric eased out of her mouth and leaned over her shaking, sweating body to flick the wand’s switch to the off position.

J. collapsed against the frame, her breathing ragged, her chest heaving. Eric pushed the inversion table slowly back into its upright position. J.’s face was flushed, her hair wild. There were tears on her cheeks and her eyes were burning and over-bright, as if she had a fever.

A trickle of his come dribbled from the corner of her mouth. Eric wiped it away with his thumb. “I can see we have a lot of training to do, J. You have absolutely no discipline.”

“I couldn’t help—” she began breathlessly.

“Unh uh.” He cut her off, putting two fingers over her lips. “No excuses. A slave obeys her master. End of story. I told you not to come before I did. You fucked that up, didn’t you, J.?”

He took his fingers away. “It wasn’t my—” she began again.

This time he cut her off with a backhand across her face. “Answer the question, cunt!”

“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes wild with fear.

Eric felt his cock hardening again at the sight of her in the restraints, her cheeks flushed, her naked body exposed for him. She was completely at his mercy and the fear in her eyes made him harder still.

“Yes, what?” he said, placing a hand on her throat. He could feel her trembling as he squeezed.

With a gasp, she blurted hurriedly, “Yes,
sir
! Yes, I fucked up. I’m sorry, sir.”

He took his hand away and stepped back, nodding. “That’s right. You fucked up. What happens to slave girls who fuck up?”

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t reply. He moved to choke her again. “I don’t know!”

“Yes, you do. Think back, Princess Lola. It wasn’t so long ago you were the one lording it over those sissy boys, making them lick your feet while you beat their pathetic asses. I’ll ask once more. What happens to slave girls who fuck up?”

Again the flash of rage beneath the fear. She had fire in her yet.

He gripped her throat again, pushing up hard just beneath her jaw until her face reddened and her eyelids began to flutter shut. She was jerking hard against the frame, trying to get her hands and feet free.

What would it be like, he found himself wondering, to choke the life out of someone? If he kept his hand there long enough, she would stop struggling. But then he’d lose his new toy, and they’d only just begun, after all.

He let her go and watched as she gasped for air. Once she was breathing close to normal, he patiently repeated the question. “This is the last time I ask, J. What happens to slave girls who fuck up?”

There was a long pause, but just as he began to reach again for her throat, J. replied, “They get punished, sir.”

~*~

Eric reached beneath her body, unbuckling the thick leather belt he’d secured around her waist, and pulling away the vibrator that had made her come so hard and so fast she’d been unable to resist it. He released the wrist cuffs from the top bar of the inversion table and her arms flopped down, tingling as the circulation returned to normal. Finally he lifted the padded bar he’d placed over her ankles and slipped his arms beneath her, scooping her into his arms.

He carried her to the sawhorse and stood her on her feet next to it. “You know what to do,” he said, as he pushed against her back, forcing her body over the solid wooden sawhorse, which was reinforced with steel and finished with foam padding and leather.

It felt so
wrong
to be treated this way! The bywords of the BDSM community—safe, sane and consensual—had no place in Eric’s dungeon—the dungeon he’d stolen from her and turned into a torture chamber. The men Jessie had dominated had all
wanted
to be there—they’d paid good money for a session with Princess Lola and she’d never done anything they hadn’t agreed to beforehand.

As Eric secured her to the sawhorse, Jessie’s every instinct was to rebel—to jerk away from him, knock the sawhorse to the ground and then beat the shit out of the c
abrón
.

But she had no fight left—fear and exhaustion had utterly depleted her. Even if she hadn't been abducted and brutalized these past hours or days, or however long it had been, she would have been no match for Eric’s size and strength. The only way she could get the better of him was if she could somehow get a weapon, and catch him by surprise. But how the hell could she do that?

Using the cuffs he’d left on her wrists, Eric secured her arms to the front legs of the horse. Her pussy was splayed against the narrow back of the horse, her legs straddling either side. He left her and returned a moment later, standing just far enough behind her head so she couldn’t see him.