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My Monster
A bead of sweat rolled down my temple as I listened to myself heavy breathinginside my own head. My jaw, sore from being held open in such an unnaturalposition. I could feel saliva pooling in my mouth, as its overflow gently passedthrough the ring gag, landing on the floor just below my upheld chin. I triedto swallow and stop it with my tongue, but it was of no use. There was a strapattached to the top of the head harness, efficiently holding my head back uncomfortably,but I quietly appreciated the messy alternative of having my face resting onthe floor amidst my own spittle.
My knees burned and my feet cramped, as I switched from pointing my toesto tucking them in as if I could squat. The spreader bar between my anklesheld me fast, as did the cuffs locked to the middle of the bar for my wrists.With arms stretched down my front and between my legs, I could hardly move,leaving my ass prominently displayed in the air like a Thanksgiving pig ona platter. The short chain that locked my collar to her closet floor did verylittle as escape was impossible. To add insult to injury, the strap holdingmy head back, snaked it's way between my buttocks, almost cutting me in halfbefore anchoring itself around my scrotum and penis. Its dual purpose: to holdin the pyrex butt plug that was just a little larger than I was used to. Notbig enough to hurt, but the perfect size to make me uncomfortable.
Ordinarily I would have been dripping with excitement through my chastitycage, but today I felt wronged and misunderstood. I was being punished foran act that had good intentions if I could have just explained. She would hearnone of it. Just after locking on the ring gag, she looked into my pleadingeyes and said,
"Remember my love, there are no safewords for punishment, you will endurethis."
I hate being punished. Not because it hurts or is uncomfortable, but becauseshe's disappointed in me, and that hurts me inside like no physical punishmentcan. If she would only have let me explain my intentions.
I guess I should start from the beginning….
We met by chance. I had taken a temporary position at a firm in order tobuild some experience. It was common practice really, graduate, work as manytemporary but academically related jobs as you can, then find that permanentdream job someplace close to home. All my school colleagues were in the sameposition, it was all part of the game you had to play.
The work was always mundane, and since you were a temp, nobody really gotto know you. You didn't socialize with any workmates, just did your job, andwent home. I was almost invisible. Needless to say, being so alone in the bigcity left me with lots of evenings to browse porn on the internet in my emptyapartment. The internet was salvation for my sexual differences. I knew I wassubmissive from a very early age, and the internet helped me put a name onthese differences. I even attended local kinky munches with no fear, becauseI knew this town was far from my home. The chances of being outted by someoneI knew was very slim.
Munches were always a brief reprieve from vanilla life. The lifestyle broughttogether many different kinds of people and they all gathered once a monthto feel like some sort of family. I did enjoy the gatherings very much, butunlike many there, I was not searching for a romantic match. Quite honestly,most of the people there were not my type at all. The Dommes typically camein a few flavours. There were the butch-like bingo playing types that onlystopped smoking long enough to cough out a lung and order another coffee, andthen there were the flakes who found the whole bdsm scene "like cool". Thesewomen were eventually found subbing for a just as flaky male Dom who neededthem to massage his over inflated ego, all in the name of bdsm.
Still, for a lonely guy like me that kept his sexual feelings all bottledup inside for so long, the eccentric group somehow gave me the feeling of belonging.One of the more normal couples I'd met was Kelvin and his sub anne. I tookto them right away and enjoyed their company at munches. They somehow stoodout from the rest of the "riff raff" and were far from eccentric. Right frommy first munch I somehow identified with them.
So it was a typical day at work like any other really, my routine almostbecoming mindless by days end. I'd see the same faces, say the same hellosdo the same work. It wasn't until my schedule changed ever so slightly thatI finally ran into her. I opted to take my lunch an hour later than normalso that my department could deal with some scheduling problems. It was no bigdeal for me, in fact it made the day go by a little quicker. At my designatedlunch hour I slipped into the staff room and rummaged through the refrigeratorfor my brown paper bag.
It was then that my ears heard it. The signature sound of a pair of heelson the hard workplace floor. They were distant down the hall, but getting louder.Consciously keeping an eye on the lunchroom doorway I settled in the cornerof the room at an empty table. The heels got louder. I pondered what kind ofheels they were, sandals perhaps. Often my shoe fetish yearnings would be disappointedby a pair of flat, closed toe penny loafers or much worse, cowboy boots onan equally unattractive man. Holding my sandwich to my mouth I was about totake my first bite, when they rounded the corner into the lunchroom. They werepatent black thongs with a very small spike style heel. The dainty ankle strapwound it's way a couple of times before being tied off in front with a perfectbow. They were spotless, and framed perfectly a wonderful pair of French manicuredfeet that wore them. I couldn't take my eyes off of them as my jaw was lefthanging in front of my sandwich. It wasn't until they stopped at the lunchroomcounter that I snapped out of my daze and looked at the person who owned them.It was Lucy.
Lucy was in her mid 30's, about 5'8" with long brown hair and huge browneyes. She was the kind of girl that just blended into the crowd when she wasin her 20's, but as other women around her the same age married off, got pregnantand cut their hair, Lucy remained the same. She still paid attention to herlooks and took care of herself, much the same way she did when she was younger,and it showed. She no longer blended in, but stood out like a rose amongsta bunch of dandelions. I knew very little about Lucy, other than her presencewas intimidating, and her looks were amazing. When the topic of Lucy came upamongst other male workers, often the females in the room would chime in withinsults and try to point out Lucy's flaws. I'm sure they were just enviousof her looks, company status, or both.
"Temp?" she said
"Excuse me?" I replied as I snapped out of my haze.
"Are you a temp?" She repeated in a slightly sterner voice.
"Oh yes, I was lost in thought here and not paying attention, I'm sorry.My name is Alex, I'm on a 3 month contract."
"Ah," she said nodding like she's seen hundreds of boys like me.
The truth was there was so many men in the office googly over Lucy thatshe was a trophy I could never have. Professionally I was an amateur and probablya little too plain for her in the looks department.
Keeping my eyes to myself, I snuck peeks at her when she wasn't looking.Hearing her heels clip clop across the floor was like music to my ears. Seeingthose wonderful patent shoes on her gorgeous feet was music to my eyes. Lucyprepared her lunch in an almost meticulous fashion. Much time she spent buffingher tea cup before placing the bag inside. Then she added one teaspoon of sugarin an almost rehearsed eloquence making sure that not a single granule of sugarmore than was desired was poured in. The handle of the mug had been placedin such a way so that her right hand would approach the cup at a perfect angleto retrieve it. She was almost a little obsessive compulsive about her behaviour.
With plate in hand, and tea in the other, she pivoted on one foot away fromthe counter and with that, her napkin had dropped to the ground. At this pointmy eyes were glued on her. She stood there for a moment, hands full, lookingat the napkin, but made no attempt to bend down and pick it up. Then, she movedher eyes from the ground towards me and gave me a look. It was a look thatheeded me to help, and not as a question, but more of an expectation that Iwould. I jumped from my chair.
"Lucy allow me." I said.
"That's so kind, thank you." She replied.
I picked up the napkin, dropped it in the garbage and retrieved a new one.I stopped and looked at her questionably because I didn't know which tableshe was going to sit at.
"Alex, join me," She paused.. "won't you?"
"Of course," I said.
Following her to a table she sat down and placed her plate and tea cup down,again with a peculiar disposition, paying attention to their exact locationin front of her. As I stood beside her with the napkin, she looked at me andtapped her fingernail on the table, indicating to me where the napkin shouldgo. Strangely, I placed the napkin down, and spent a half a second making sureit was straight and tidy. I'm not sure what compelled me to do it, other thanI knew she'd appreciate the detail. I then retrieved my lunch, and enjoyedit with Lucy. Our lunch times corresponded together and since our lunches werelate, nobody else joined us in the staff room. We spent the remainder of ourtime making small talk. The weather, politics, television etc.. I could tellshe was getting bored with me. No matter though, it certainly was nice notto eat lunch alone, however I couldn't take my mind off of her pretty littlefeet encased in those amazing shoes, probably just inches away from my own.Then as quick as our meeting had started, it was over, and she was gone. Shehad even left her dirty plate on the table with her tea cup, so not thinkingmuch of it, I washed them and put it all away. I buffed her tea cup, and placedit in the cupboard with the handle facing out, slightly angled towards theright.
Our lunches together became quite routine and predictable as well. The onlything that seemed to change was the bevy of shoe's she'd model for me eachday. I swear she never wore the same pair twice. Just as predictable was mytask of cleaning her lunch dishes and putting them away. It wasn't that I mindedreally, because she never gave me any indication that it was expected, butI often wondered if any day, she'd notice that they'd been magically cleanedand thoughtfully placed. I suppose cleaning up after her was a small priceto pay, to be able to see those lovely shoes everyday. The thought did occurto me that she'd view my service as a petty attempt to brown nose, but thetruth was I looked forward to cleaning her dishes to a spotless sheen and placingthem at the ready for the next day. Definitely not the thoughts of any vanillaman I'm sure.
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