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“You don’t mean that?” I queried, now very worried that I had blown this chance with him.
“It all seems rather tedious, my dear, I’m not sure that taking you in hand will do anything for me. You’ll just have to hope I’ll find some reason to enjoy the punishment you suggest. Now get on, I have places to go.”
I was unceremoniously dismissed. All the while I found myself pushed back in time to when we’d been together before, when he was haughty and arrogant, giving me mere flashes of himself, always making me feel extraordinarily submissive to his designs and his inexplicable needs.
I left the office, walking through the reception area to see his young blonde secretary staring at me. I could sense she’d heard the sounds of my woe rising from Reggie’s office. I expected her to snicker, even just a little, but she didn’t. Instead the young secretary smiled.
“Is there anything I can get for you?” she said smiling.
“No, nothing,” I stammered.
“If it helps at all, you know, you’re not alone,” she said kindly.
Looking at her face I could see that. She’d been over Reggie’s lap, or at least over a desk at some time. I could see the fact written distinctly on her face.
Reggie made me wait. He made me sweat out the next week, wondering all the while if he would call me back and begin the lengthy punishment necessary to please Will’s sense of justice. I couldn’t be certain, but I really believed that he was bluffing me, when he suggested that the task would be tedious. This was Reggie’s life, his fire. Being dominant to a submissive woman was what drove him. It was what fired any real lust that he had. I couldn’t imagine that he’d decide I was too ‘far gone’ to help anymore. He knew that he could find all kinds of triumph in the attempt, and could still throw me out on my ear if I became too difficult to deal with.
I thought about the possibilities incessantly. I obsessed on what he might have in mind for me on subsequent sessions. I knew that he would be inventive, dramatic and very severe. That was what made being under Reggie’s domination such exquisite torment. For all the horrors of it, for all the possible pain, there was a delicious mental torture that was fascinating and erotic. I masturbated a dozen times to thoughts of him, my mind filled with possibilities.
Nine days after our meeting Reggie finally called and ordered me to meet with him again. Chapter Three
Two days after his call, I sat in Reggie’s office as I had nearly two weeks before. This time, he was out when I arrived at the appointed time. His secretary was rather vague about where he was, and when he’d return, so I remained anxiously waiting for him to arrive.
When Reggie finally entered the room, I was so nervous I could hardly talk; although Reggie saved me from my travail, changing the mood entirely to one much more upbeat that I envisioned.
“Have you had lunch?” he asked.
“No,” I said a little bewildered. He took my breath away seeing him dressed in the formal black suit, neat as pin, nothing out of place on this impeccable man. Reggie never had a problem commanding a certain power, but in these clothes it was even more formidable. I felt rather slutty dressed in a short clinging dress. But since he asked me to dress this way, I guess he was pleased; though he didn’t say so.
“Let’s go then,” he said. Taking me by the hand, he led me through the building, downstairs to his limousine. I was thankful for the quick change, as it gave me a little welcome breathing room. On our ride to the restaurant, I was put at ease by the casual conversation, not a single mention of Will, the punishment, his final decision, or anything else I’d been worrying about over the last couple of weeks.
The limo stopped at a quaint ‘hole in the wall’ cafe where we dined on the balcony, in the front window looking out on the street below.
Halfway through my spinach soufflé, Reggie’s deep blue eyes caught mine, and I was instantly transported back into my submissive pose by a haughty cold stare that hadn’t been there before.
“Are you wearing underwear?” he asked.
“No, I’m not.”
“Raise your skirt and sit on your bare ass,” he ordered me.
This was a command I should have expected, though in the midst of a genteel lunch, it startled me. I obeyed nonetheless, knowing it was just another test like many others I had endured under his training.
Thankfully, my dress was not so tight that I’d be sitting with it bunched at my waist in order to have my bottom bared on the wooden seat. The short A-line had to be hiked a bit, modest enough to suit me and have the effect Reggie intended. I understood what he was after – a protocol established that would remind me that my bottom was clearly the focus of this meeting.
“I’ve been thinking,” he began, after a long silence. He spoke in the same stern voice, his eyes not wavering from mine even for an instant. “As much as this comes at a busy time, I’ll take your chastisement as a project. That is, as long as I can expect your compliance to the letter. Any wavering or disobedience and it’s over. I don’t have time to waste on a tentative novice. You should be far beyond that, despite your apparent relapse. You understand?”
“I do.”
“So, when I want you, you make arrangements, no questions, no hesitation.”
“I understand.”
“I’ll likely do most of this on a whim, when I fancy it, not according to any specific plan.”
I nodded, knowing that Reggie was creature of his whims, even if on the surface he appeared very calculating. The casual conversation over, Reggie’s reign over me began.
“Have you talked to Will?” I ventured, when we were nearly finished. The question had been burning in my mind for days.
