Putting the mind in the right place
Friday, June 2nd
“Remember that I asked you to do something for me?”, she asked. He hesitantly nodded, knowing full well that he is about to get in serious trouble.
He was kneeling naked in the corner of the bedroom, his hands behind his back, facing a corner, exactly as she had ordered half an hour earlier. She had also ordered that he put on his butt-plug harness and the cockcage. She took the keys from the nightstand and put them on her necklace, letting them swing between her gorgeous boobs.
“I asked you to develop an app. That app was supposed to earn us money.”, she said, sternly. “Where is the app?”
“I had difficulties finding the focus to develop it”, he started explaining.
“Nothing of this. No excuses. And no whining about yourself.”
She locked his hands in steel handcuffs.
“This time, a little spanking won’t do.”, she added, as she slid a rubber mask over his head, leaving only the mouth and nostrils open. “Your mind is in the wrong place. We will correct that today.”
“I have a special plan for our little project.” She placed the ballgag in his mouth and two clamps on his nipples.
“But first, you have to learn. To learn who, or rather: what, you are.”
She grabbed him by the handcuffs and led him to the jail cell. Using a chain, she attached him to a fixture in the wall, leaving him in a slightly uncomfortable position.
“I want to you to spend your time here thinking about your behavior. About your role. About how you can improve.”
She locked the door shut and went out for a nice lunch.
Three hours later, she entered the cell. “Don’t rejoice too early, we’re not done here”, she said as she removed the gag and the clamps.
“Proper breathing is the path to success”, she almost whispered as she pulled up the lower part of the mask, put a used sock in his mouth, wrapped bondage tape around his head to keep it in place, and re-adjusted the mask.
The slave’s breathing got heavier as he pondered his situation. All tied up, no way of communicating and alive only thanks to two small holes in the mask under the nostrils. He now was deprived of all agency – unable to take any actions or voicing any opinions. He had to accept whatever was to come.
Safety always comes first (almost). So she decided not to leave him in the cell, but rather to uncuff him from the wall and instead cuff him to a radiator in her office. Like this she could get some work done while he was coming to grasps with his situation. She let the process last for around two hours.
She got up from her desk and squatted next to him. She gently caressed his head.
“Today is all about the mind. About putting you in the right place, about contemplating. Before we can grow together, you have to submit.” Her fingers slowly geared towards his nose.
“I want you to think now actively. Who is the center of your universe?”, she said almost with a happy voice as she firmly covered his nose, taking his last way of breathing.
“One”, she said softly. “Two.” She did not let herself be interrupted by his moaning.
When she reached ten, she slowly let go of her grasp.
It was time to proceed with the submission. She walked her slave to the bedroom and let him lean over the bed.
He knew the drill quite well. First, she spanked his ass with a flogger, then with her riding crop. She gave him probably around 50 strokes, always slightly incrementing their intensity. As the lockdown and sensory deprivation sent him deep into subspace, he barely reacted to the strokes. Whenever he did move though, she would give him an even harder stroke.
After that came her favorite part: the pegging. She placed one hand on the chains of the handcuffs behind his back, the other on his hip bone, as she unapologetically fucked him with her strap-on.
When she was done with him, she let him kneel in front of her and removed the tape and sock from his mouth. As her dildo touched his lips, he knew he was expected to worship it. So he first licked it clean and then honored it by kissing it repeatedly.
“Who is the boss here?”, she asked. “You, Mistress”, he immediately responded, fearing severe repercussions if he showed only the slightest hint of hesitation.
“Good. So here is the deal. You will spend the weekend taking care of whatever things you need to take care of that do not relate to the app project. On Monday at 9 you will report to duty. That’s when the toughest two weeks of your life will start. On June 17 is a sex party that I want to attend with you. By then, you will have a working version of the app.”
“Yes, Mistress, consider it done.” He knew that she would not accept any other response.
The Grind
Monday, June 5th
As ordered, he reported to duty. She locked up his dick in a steel cockcage. “It comes off – if at all – after the deadline. Don’t even think of asking me for a break.”, she said as she threaded her necklace through the hole in the keys and hid them under her top.
“Please take a seat”, she said almost gently while extending her arm towards the chair where he would usually work. After he sat down, she chained him to the chair. Earlier in the morning, she had already ordered him to put food and water for the day on the desk as well as a cup for when nature calls.
She then explained what the two weeks would look like.
The rules:
- “You will work from 9 am to 5 pm. In this time, you will not leave your desk. No exceptions.”
- “In the early mornings and evenings, you take care of housework – you wash the laundry, you clean the bathrooms and kitchen, etc.”
- “You continue working from 8 pm until late. You will do so from your jail cell, which will be locked.”
- “Your phone will be confiscated daily from 8 pm to 8 am. All non-essential applications (in particular, social media) will be permanently blocked.”
- “I do not have time to micro-manage you. We will have brief catch-ups daily from 9 to 9.15 am. If I do not see sufficient progress during these meetings, I will administer punishments immediately. I might spank you, I might wax you, whatever hurts the most. There won’t be lengthy discussions.”
Lessons learned
Friday, June 16th
It was the last daily catch-up before the deadline. And lo and behold, the app was working. Yes, it still had some bugs and some rough edges, but it was operational.
“Fantastic. You will fix the last bugs today. Tomorrow, you may take me shopping.”
Going shopping for Mistress was a huge reward for the slave, as he enjoyed so much getting her new, sexy outfits.
Saturday, June 17th
After a day of shopping and going for a nice lunch and dinner, they went to a kinky party in town. They found themselves a quiet corner from which they could watch the going-ons.
“There is an important lesson in this. We just learned how to succeed. How to get shit done,” she explained as she dragged him to the center of the room, close to a structural pole.
He nodded.
“I brought you here to cement our dynamic in front of everybody.” She slowly unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, handcuffed him to the pole, unbuckled his belt and pulled down his leather pants. It was a public event and he was now standing there naked, only wearing his cockcage. A first for them.
“And as the saying goes: you never change a winning horse. That’s why we will not leave it at a mere two weeks. This is us now. Behave well, and I might give you a break once in a while”, she said as her fingers were playing with the keys on her necklace.