AI image by Grok — Tears of Happiness — by Z

Weekday Boss — Weekend Slave — Part 2

Tears of Happiness

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I couldn’t be happier finally returning to Richard and his cold, hard, marble foyer. The other very happy person? Barb. When I mentioned I’m on my way to see Richard, she replied with an over-the-top enthusiastic, “THANK FUCKING GOD!”

“Come on! Really, Barb? Was tying me up really that bad?”

“By day five it was. Day six… now… don’t take this the wrong way… but… I was considering smothering you.”

“Is there a right way to take that comment?”

“Not really.”

“Well, you won’t have to smother me tonight, Barb, cause I won’t be back until Sunday night.”

“If at all.”

“I’ll be back. I work on Monday, and our agreement is only for the weekends.”

“For now.”

“Stop that! This is just weekends!”

“If you say so.”

“I DO! I DO SAY SO!”

“See ya Sunday, then.”

“Yeah! You will!”

The end of every day for the last seven days, I’ve begged Barb to tie me up for the night, and every night she did just that. She’d bitch and complain the whole time she was helplessly wrapping my body in extra-tight rope, but deep down, I think she was really enjoying it. This was her idea for me to try being tied up in the first place, so I think this was her goal.

AI image by Grok — Bound by Barb — by Z

“This is good and all, Barb, but are you sure you don’t want to add a little more rope, just to be rock solid on my helplessness?”

“Shut the fuck up cunt.”

Lights go out, and {SLAM!}

“She’s just loving this! I can tell.”

Each night, I’d wear another of the many wine colored corsets and matching panties I purchased for Richard, and each night, I would drench those panties with my sweat and juices.

I’d barely get any sleep as I rolled around, struggling, imagining I was bound by Richard and at his mercy. Still don’t know exactly what being at his mercy even means, but I’m one day closer to finding out.

One things for sure. If it turns out Richard doesn’t know how to tie me up as helpless as Barb, I’ll need to introduce them to each other so they can tag-team me into helpless bondage.

Last time I was kneeling on the cold, hard marble of Richard’s foyer, I was there so long the heat in my legs overpowered the coldness of the marble. This time, I was never in his foyer long enough for my body to alter the temperature of anything.

Kneeling down in front of me, he only asked one all-encompassing question: “Do you still agree with everything you agreed to last time you knelt here?”

I learned not to say too much, so I reply with a simple and short “Yes.”

He stands up and replies with a single word in return, “Follow.”

IT’S HAPPENING! I STILL DON’T KNOW EXACTLY WHAT IT IS, BUT IT’S HAPPENING!

I follow him upstairs and into a bedroom. It’s a large bedroom, but without a lot of stuff in it beyond some basic furniture and a single large wooden chair.

Silently, he points at it and says, “Sit.”

If he said anything less, Richard would basically be the ghost of Christmas future. I get into the chair and sit like a lady, with my legs in front and knees together. I’m not one for crossing, so I’m stopping with my knees being politely together.

This time, his response is wordless. Just a glance at the position of my legs, a look of disappointment, followed by a head shake. I slowly spread my knees further and further apart until I’ve earned his silent approval.

I am nowhere near my starting ladylike position, which is getting me even wetter. With multiple black leather straps already on my ankles, calves, thighs, waist, wrists, biceps, and neck, he added his supply of sturdy black leather strap tie-offs. Soon, I’m bound to the sturdy chair in this position, and I’m getting very nervous and excited.

Making several small pulls and yanks, I’m firmly in place… but that’s not good enough for Richard. He, moving up, goes with two words, “Really try.”

“What?”

“I want you, Slave, to really try hard to get loose.”

AI image by Grok — My First Time — by Z

Scared to try and afraid I might actually get loose, I don’t move.

“Slave, I give you permission to try to get loose. In fact, I’m telling you to try to get loose.”

The next fifteen minutes were the most intense isometric session of my life! I pulled, struggled, twisted, and yanked on every tight leather strap, in every direction possible, with every part of my body, without making the least bit of progress at getting loose.

It’s at this moment that my breathing grows heavy, as my realization of my level of helplessness overtakes my mind and body. I’ve already agreed he can do anything he wants to me, and now, he can! I’m helpless to stop him, and OH MY FUCKING GOD! I’M GUSHING!

At first, Richard is fiddling with the metal loop on my leather collar with his riding crop, before, out of the blue, bringing the hard and painful leather tip of his riding crop painfully and shockingly to the sensitive flesh of my right inner thigh!

{Smack!}

“OUCH!”

AI image by Grok — My First Punishment — by Z

I don’t understand it, but my flesh is both stinging and burning exactly in the spot his crop hit, while also radiating out, streaks of pleasure. A very intense pleasure that streaks across my clitoris.

Immediately, I squirm my pussy as far outward as the straps on my thighs and waist will allow, which isn’t much at all. Too bad, that does nothing in the way of getting him to touch, tease, or punish my clit! Instead, he evens out my inner thigh pain.

{Smack!}

“OUCH!”

Now, the pain, sting, and burning of my inner right thigh match the new pain, sting, and burning of my left inner thigh. Right down to the radiating streaks of pleasure, gliding over my pussy!

{Smack!}

{Smack!}

{Smack!}

{Smack!}

My surprised and shocked expression turns to one of pain, as he moves from cropping my thighs to my cleavage. He shortens up his grip before mini-tapping the overflowing flesh of my breasts, and even the flesh between my tits and my neck.

AI image by Grok — My First Punishment Continues — by Z

I’ve made at least a dozen different expressions in the last few minutes alone, while his expression never wavers, staying calm and stress-free. Now having streaks of pleasure shoot from the inside of my thighs to my pussy is one thing, with such close proximity. But my tits are a different thing.

One would believe the same thing wouldn’t happen, and they would be wrong… very wrong. The streaks of pleasure are not only attacking my down under, all the way from my boosted and proud, but also continue to tickle my clit from my painful inner thigh cropping.

I still don’t fully understand what the fuck is happening to me, my mind, my body, or how he’s getting pleasure from giving me so much pain. The one thing I do know is that the stress of my week is gone! Totally gone!

On top of having zero stress anywhere, I now want to cum more than I’ve ever wanted or needed in my whole life! But don’t dare ask, for fear of… I really don’t know what?

He returns to hard and painfully cropping my inner thighs, until tears flow from my eyes and down my cheeks…

{Smack!}

{Smack!}

{Smack!}

{Smack!}

I continue to struggle, squirm, and gasp, as he moves back to my breasts, before stopping, to wipe away my tears from both of my cheeks.

AI image by Grok — Tears of Joy — by Z

It’s the oddest of things. He wipes away my tears, as if he cares deeply for me, right before cropping my inner thighs even harder and faster!

{Smack!}

{Smack!}

{Smack!}

{Smack!}

Did he only do that so he could watch my newer tears flowing? My whirlwind of emotions can’t truly be explained. The only thing I can say for sure is I’m not crying out of pain… these are tears of happiness.

Not once, during all the times I agreed to the details of our contract, did Richard ever voice his agreement. That was until his silent agreement…

AI image by Grok — Tears of Happiness — by Z

…the click of the leash closing on my leather collar might as well have been him flicking the fuck out of my overly swollen clitoris, because it gave me the same level of intense pleasure and happiness, both physically and mentally.

Clicked into place, he very gently allows the leash to hang down between my very spread-apart knees. I am shuddering, shaking, and can’t stop crying. He leans in, kisses my forehead, before silently walking out and slowly closing the door behind him.

TO BE CONTINUED

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