Across town, in a large professional office, she sits at her computer typing letters. From the moment she arrived at work this morning the staff began making their demands on her. "Make the coffee and bring me a cup, cream and two sugars." "What do you mean you haven't finished the letter to Mr. Beltrone? I gave it to you yesterday afternoon. Do it immediately." "Did you make my reservations for the convention next week yet? What do you mean no? Do it right now, and remember I want a suite with a wet bar in the living room."

Dressed in a white, frilly blouse buttoned up to the neck and a long black skirt with matching accessories, she is the picture the of prim and proper working woman. She is still smarting from one of her bosses' comments at the staff meeting last week when her referred to her in front of the staff as, "just a secretary." But, to keep her job she must submissively and silently accept such comments and cheerfully follow their orders and demands.

As she listens to the words from her transcribing machine and translates them into Word documents, her mind begins to wander. She remembers how good her husband had looked that morning with his naked bottom so tightly stretched over the chair. She felt herself moisten as she thought of how helpless he was as he lay there tied tightly, with his whole body vulnerable to her every sexual fantasy.

She knew that her marriage was the envy of all of her friends. Outside of the bedroom, the two of them had a completely egalitarian relationship. They had spent hours sharing ideas, values, thoughts, and feelings. They had a deep and abiding respect for each other and worked hard daily to share in the decision-making in their family. He was the warmest, most loving, and most honest and open man she had ever met. In the years they had been together they had built their marriage on a very solid foundation of mutual admiration and trust. They never talked "at" one another, but rather delighted in listening to and sharing with the other. Decision-making was shared in virtually every area of their life together, and, though they had had many passionate discussions, they had never fought in all of their years as a couple.

In the early months of their relationship they had each taken great risks in discussing their sexual fantasies. When he had tentatively shared his fantasy of being submissive he had expected her to be shocked, and feared that she might run from him. Similarly, when she surprised him and shared her fantasy of domination with him she did so very tentatively and fearfully. They both knew that this relationship was too good to lose, but that openness about feelings and honesty about thoughts had to continue to be its keystone. Hours and hours were spent talking and verbally exploring their mutual fantasies, needs, and desires. They discovered that they each felt strongly that consensuality was important, and they had no need or desire to extend this dominant and submissive activity into the non-sexual areas of their lives. While she found great fulfillment in "forcing" him to accept sexual pain and humiliation from her, in all other areas of their lives they carefully nurtured and protected one another from such things.

As she thought about their session before work this morning, she fondly remembered his cries as she used the rattan cane to make deep, painful welts on the cheeks of his ass and on his upper thighs. She knew that he would feel them all day, and remember their session together every time he walked and every time he sat down. The thought crossed her mind that, when she returned home this evening, she should bend him back over the chair and paint each of the marks on his ass with Heet Linament. It would not only burn like fire when she first did it, but would cause waves of burning at random intervals for the following 24 hours.

She remembered the look of panic in his eyes when he looked up at her as she refilled the enema syringe for about the tenth time. In his eyes she could see pain, love, humiliation, trust, submission, and great fear that he wouldn't be able to hold it all. She had taught him that to lose one drop would be a very big turn-off for her, and would result in dire punishment. As a result, he always forced himself to take this humiliation and deep invasion of his body until she was satisfied, torturing himself greatly by holding it in. Through many years of sessions, she knew his limits but he didn't! She liked to explore and make him extend them.

Momentarily, sitting in her chair at her desk at work, she had a passing thought that her lubrication might be creating a wet spot on the back of her skirt. A quick check with her hand assured her that the fear was unwarranted.

She thought about what a true sex slave he was, and how many hours she had spent training him to be the perfect lover for her. She knew that her sex drive was very, very strong, and tried to remember which had come first - her needs or his training to fulfill them. His mouth, tongue, penis, and hands had been custom-molded into fulfilling all of her needs and desires. She knew that she could have sexual fulfillment at any time they were together. Never again would she face the frustration and lack of fulfillment that she often experienced before they met. She thought of the inept, selfish, fumbling, rough, and inexperienced lovers who had preceded him, and how often she would have to return home from dates and masturbate for hours to get relief. Never again, for the rest of her life, would she have to go through that.

She smiled to herself as she thought about how much she got turned on by seeing how sexually frustrated she could make him. He had a strong drive and capacity, and she delighted in using it to make him take things from her that he would never accept from any other woman in order to please her. Like most males, he often thought with the head of his penis rather than the one between his ears. That made him especially vulnerable to her games. She made him earn every ejaculation, and when he was finally allowed to cum it was a complete, full-body, all-encompassing orgasm. She delighted in teasing him and stimulating him to a point just short of finishing, and then backing off and taunting him about how helpless he was. She had not only taught him to have an erection on demand, but also to get rid of it instantly when she so chose.

Yes, tonight when they got home would be interesting. He was not allowed to cum this morning, and his ego would be up in the clouds as a result of the accolades he would be receiving for his speech this afternoon. It was time to take him down a peg. "Yes, that's it," she thought. "He is going to spend at least an hour or two with his wrists cuffed together behind his back and worshipping my ass with his tongue. And maybe I will even give him . . ."

Her thoughts were interrupted by her supervisor. "I thought I told you yesterday that you had to have that 50-piece mailing finished before you went home. I see it is still sitting on your desk. I want it done, and done now. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," she responded. A glance at the clock showed her that in just a few hours she would be home.

Her slave was really in for it tonight!