အဆင်ပြေမယ်ထင်ပါတယ်။ BDSM ကလူတွေက ဘိုလိုစွမ်းမှန်းသိလို့ နောက်ပိုင်းဆို ဘိုလိုဇာတ်လမ်းတွေပါ တင်ဖို့ ရည်ရွယ်ထားပါတယ်။
To a pearl
Depoulos's expression… although she had only seen it for a moment (she had kept her eyes down for much of the time), it had remained indelibly etched in her memory. Those black eyes, that sharp look like a knife. This had happened on Friday afternoon. All weekend, she'd been leafing through books and searching the Internet to figure out what was the worst that could happen to her. And she had found that what could happen to her was simply to lose everything. In addition to being fired, she could be subjected to criminal proceedings ... find herself having to pay a hefty fine, lawyers ... and she would never find a job as a secretary, which was all she knew how to do. His whole life was in danger ..
He hadn't had the courage to say anything to his family. Manuela's salary was an important item in the family budget ... they would have been furious with her if they had known that she had put him in danger because of her good heart. She clung to the hope that Depoulos would give her a second chance. And then no one would have to know anything more. If Depoulos had forgiven her… Depoulos knew that the reason why Manuela had committed irregularities with that practice was not selfish: she had tried to help a family in serious difficulty. The documents would be put back in place, no one would be harmed, she would make her boss understand that she understood the lesson and would never make such a mistake again ... She could leave the company if he demanded it,
“We will discuss the matter on Monday,” Depoulos had said… and Monday had arrived.
Manuela didn't have breakfast, she had a knot in her stomach. He began to prepare. Almost unconsciously, as she thought about how important Depoulos' forgiveness was, she chose the clothes she knew best suited her. She put on a set of black underwear, an elegant gray suit with the skirt above the knee, a white satin blouse. She opened the pantyhose drawer and hesitated; then, he went to the next drawer and took a pair of stockings. For a moment, he felt guilty. Why so sexy? Was it an invitation? The very thought gave her goosebumps. Of course not, not in that sense ... Depulous was the least attractive man in the world, fat, coarse, cynical; he had made a career in the business thanks to his total lack of scruples. Most of the colleagues referred to him with expressions such as "the bastard" or even "the old sadist" ... Manuela shivered for a moment when this expression came to mind. Anyway no, she didn't want to be attractive for that reason. It was only because he felt stronger ... maybe he too, unconsciously, would be influenced by her appearance, positively, in some way ...
She completed her ensemble with a pair of black high-heeled shoes, and carefully applied makeup. She combed her hair and put on mascara ...
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Manuela entered Depoulos's office. She had never liked to enter that room, to the man she found detestable. She had also always had the impression that he did not like her, or even that he despised her, as she despised many of her subordinates. Looking back, she had never seen him smile.
Depoulos looked up from his large glossy desk, fixing them on her. She greeted in a low voice and, invited by a gesture from him, sat down on a chair. Her heart was in her throat: it seemed to her that she was standing in front of the judge. And it wasn't that far from reality ...
"I guess you've got a pretty detailed idea of the possible consequences of your mistake these days," he said in a cold voice. "Yes, Mr. Depoulos," she replied. For a moment he lowered his eyes to the ground, but tried to raise them and look at him. The word "possible" ... a hope? Yet the man's tone did not seem at all to suggest an intention to forgive ...
- Considering everything, the fine, the criminal conviction for fraud, the expenses for the lawyers, the indelible stain on your career ... I can make your life hell. In fact, I can destroy you. Am I right?
Manuela nodded. - Yes, Mr. Depoulos. I would like ... I will leave the company immediately and ...
Depoulos cut her off, laughing aloud. - I'm not interested in what you want to offer, Manuela, - he said, - since I can take whatever I want. Do not you think?
Manuela blushed. - How ... get what? He murmured.
The man looked at her with his piercing eyes. - Is that ring a gift from your boyfriend?
Manuela was taken by surprise. What was happening? - No, Mr. Depoulos… it's my mother's.
- Is it something you care a lot about, with a great emotional value?
- Yes, Mr. Depoulos.
- Dammelo.
Manuela hesitated for a moment. He still didn't understand. Was it a symbolic punishment? Would he be satisfied with that? With trembling hands, blushing, she took off the ring. He watched her, grinning. Manuela realized that the man was taking pleasure in that exercise of power over him. She put the ring on the desk, he took it.
Depoulos began to fiddle with the ring as he spoke. " You will stay in this company," he began. Manuela realized that the time had come: it was the verdict. - You will be left with the lowest salary. I'll make sure there isn't even a delivery boy earning less than you.
Manuela held her breath. Depoulos was not finished ...
- And you will be my complete property.
She felt like she was dying.
- Everything you have, like your ring, is mine. As long as you accept this state of affairs, the complaint will be postponed. The documents that prove your crime will remain in the safe, ready to be "found" if you create problems.
Manuela was beginning to understand, but she couldn't say anything. It was much worse than he had imagined, worse than he could bear ... Yet he could not find the courage to say no and face the sentence ... In his confused state, for a moment, he hoped he had misunderstood. "I don't understand ..." he stammered.
Depoulos looked at her with a mixed expression of contempt and irritation. - If you play stupid with me, and pretend you don't understand, you risk making me change my mind. I have pardoned you, for now, but I expect you to pay with your whole self. Don't you know they call me "old pig", "old sadist"? You're a beautiful woman, you're twenty-five, and you can't say no to me, 'she continued, playing with the ring. - What do you think a sadistic old pig wants to do with you?
Manuela was unable to answer anything. He tried to look at Depoulos, but kept looking down. She was breathing hard, her face was red, her heart was bursting ...
Depoulos paused, and then spelled out the words:
- I'll use your body ...
- I will torture you ...
- and I will humble you.
He reached out, and dropped the ring into the wastebasket. - Day by day. Think about it, and if you don't feel like it, get up now and start looking for a lawyer.
Manuela felt the urge to get up and run away, but her legs were immobilized. His mind was desperately looking for a way out. An icy silence fell, Depoulos' eyes fixed on her, Manuela who could not find anything to say, did not know how to react, remained seated as if frozen with embarrassment and fear. He thought of his family, of the life he wanted to save. He spoke while keeping his eyes on the floor. - Will it remain… everything… within these walls? He finally asked, his voice broken with tears.
Depoulos replied with a self-righteous tone: - maybe.
It wasn't even a promise, it was nothing. But that was all Manuela had. The girl tried for the strength to look up at him and nodded slowly as her eyes filled with tears and her lips quivered.
Depoulos smiled and leaned back on the desk. "I always thought you were inclined to obey," he told her. - Who knows, maybe you will like all of this.
Manuela felt a shiver. He didn't have the strength to reply anything.
Depoulos waved his hand: - now get up and show me my new property.
Manuela turned pale. He had agreed ... Was this really happening? She stood up with her knees trembling, her hands resting on her stomach, immobilized with embarrassment.
- What should I do? He murmured.
Depoulos shook his head. - What, are you kidding me? You're not that stupid - she said aloud. - Do you want me to throw you on your desk, rip your panties off and strap you on right away?
Manuela began to tremble, terrified. - No .. no Mr. Depoulos ... I ...
- I said I want to look at you. What do you think you have to do, you idiot?
- Undress me… sir.
He gave a little wry applause. - Either way you'll get five ass straps for pretending not to understand. - The man let these words take effect, that Manuela's cheeks became even more red, and then added: - now hurry up.
Sobbing, Manuela took off her jacket, leaning it against the chair, and then brought her hands to the buttons of her blouse, starting to undo them. She struggled with every button, her hands trembling. He got to the bottom, unhooked that too. He took off his shirt and put it down on the chair, over his jacket.
- I want to see my bitch's breasts. Off with the bra.
Manuela felt tears roll down her cheeks in shame. "My bitch" ... "breasts" ... Her heart was still beating madly, her face was on fire. She unbuckled her bra, and then pulled it off, baring herself. Her breasts, soft, young and full, were something she had always been proud of ... But in that moment, in front of Depoulos' porcine eyes, his words still in her ears, for the first time she had the feeling that they were too much gross, obscene, vulgar.
His comment reached her like a new pang in her heart: - look what beautiful whip breasts! - It was the worst nightmare ... and it seemed that every moment became more unbearable ...
- Now the skirt.
Manuela put her hands on the button of the skirt, untied it, lowered the zipper, and let it slide to the floor. The blush had now spread from her face to her bare breasts.
- Turn around.
Manuela obeyed, exposing her buttocks to the man's hopes. Depoulos remained for a few moments to contemplate her: a beautiful young body, the thong, the stockings, the high heels ...
- Do you always dress like a slut like this, or were you thinking of me this morning when you chose the clothes?
Manuela was too confused to seek an answer that was less humiliating than the truth. - I was thinking of you, Mr. Depoulos ...
He laughed. - Take off that whore thong.
Manuela brought her hands to the hem of the thong.
- From today on, - he continued, - no panties: asshole and pussy always naked.
Manuela felt a new wave of blood rush to her cheeks. Did he really think he could handle that hell? How long? Her hands were shaking more and more, she was pushing on the edge of her thong but she couldn't find the courage to take it off ... expose her sex to that man who would have abused her in the most horrible ways ...
- You're hesitating again, Manuela. You know your hesitations come with a price.
She slid the thong down.
- We are ten straps on the ass. At the next mistake, it will be five straps on her pussy. And I assure you that it hurts more there, and that since I love to whip the cunt, I tend to have a heavy hand. Did you understand?
Manuela felt a tear slide from her chin onto her bare breasts.
- Yes, sir… - His answer was barely audible.
- I have not heard. What will you have as your next punishment?
- Five… straps… - Manuela hesitated. "About sex?" "Between the legs?" she was too afraid to make him angry again. - Five straps on the cunt, Mr. Depoulos.
Manuela had slipped her thong to the ground, took off her feet. He was still with his back to Depoulos.
- Your ass is also perfect for my purposes Manuela, - said Depoulos, - soft flesh to whip, bite, spank ... Now let's move on to the pussy. Open your legs wide and bend over to show it to me.
Manuela spread her feet, and bent her torso forward. He brought his hands to his knees, and then, at Depoulos' exhortation “more, bitch”, he made them go down to the calves. She had never felt so humiliated, on display like an animal at the market. - That's not how you show your cunt to your master. Open your labia right away, bitch. Let me see the hole in which I will stick my cock when I want to empty my balls.
Manuela sobbed again. The language of that man ... How could it have been reduced like this? He felt guilty for having himself at the mercy of the most disgusting and vulgar man in the world ... guilty and filthy ... He brought his hands to sex, both of them, and opened his labia majora for his master, obedient. Obedient as a trained dog ...
Now Depoulos was up. The man walked around the desk, and reached out a hand. Manuela felt a shiver go through her body as Depoulos's fingers touched her sex. And then his middle finger ... that went slowly, deeply into her ...
- Who uses this hole, Manuela? Your boyfriend?
Manuela shook her head, her eyes closed. - N ... no ... Mr. Depoulos ... - she murmured, in a faint voice, - I'm not engaged ...
A violent pat of Depoulos on the bare buttocks made her groan and made her heart beat again. - Loud voice when you answer.
- I'm not engaged sir…!
Depoulos smiled, and started pumping his finger in and out of her vigorously, then adding his index finger as well. - It's better that way. That way I won't have to worry about leaving no marks on you. I can do whatever I want to you ... Are you happy?
"Yes… sir," she sobbed. The loud crack of another spanking echoed through the room, followed by Manuela's groan of pain.
- In any case it's a crime that this fat slutty pussy isn't used for what it is, don't you think?
- … Yes, sir…
"Fat and hairy," he said. Manuela's sex was not shaved, but the hair was well cared for, faded into a pretty triangle. "You have to shave her completely," Depoulos said.
She started to reply, but he silenced her as a nod. - Don't you dare show up at the office tomorrow with your pussy in this condition.
Depoulos also added the ring finger, starting to fuck her vagina with his fingers, with increasing violence, and brought his face close to Manuela's buttocks.
Manuela felt freeze ... She felt Depoulos' tongue caressing her anus ... slipping between her buttocks ... while his fingers continued to pump her, harder and harder. It was disgusting… degrading… she felt her knees wobble. Depoulos continued to lick her like that for a while ... too long ... titillating her, sticking his tongue ... she felt him spit and push his saliva into her anus with his tongue ...
… And she felt Depoulos's fingers slide more easily into her vagina… It was a physical reaction, just a physical reaction… hateful and degrading… but she was getting wet…! He tried not to give up ... to resist ...
But it was Depoulos who kept her from sinking into that disgusting pleasure, suddenly withdrawing, and slipping his fingers out of her vagina. Manuela suddenly felt empty, frustrated, and even more dirty ... A new pat on the buttocks, this time it was not the punishment for nothing, unjustified, Manuela received it and for a moment waited for the second ... with that wet sensation between her thighs ...
But Depoulos sat down again.
- Stand up straight and turn to me now, bitch.
Manuela removed her hands from the sex and straightened up, turning towards him. Staring at her, the man wiped his fingers with which he had penetrated her on a handkerchief, with a contemptuous smile. - I understand why you're not engaged, anyway. Who would get engaged to a runny bitch like this when they rape her?
Manuela didn't answer, mortified. Depoulos was right ... he hated that wet between his legs ...
- Now, bitch, tell me what you think your mouth is for.
Manuela wiped away her tears. She felt red in the face, but she was so upset that even her bare breasts were red. He took courage. It was not difficult to understand what answer Depoulos wanted.
- My mouth ... is for sucking ... sir.
- I have a strap ready, Manuela, and you have a naked cunt. To suck what? From the beginning.
- My mouth ... serves to suck my cock Mr. Depoulos ...
- Right. Now, there are women sucking their man's cock by bending over softly, maybe they are hugging, or sitting next to it on the sofa ... And there are cock sucking sluts on their knees, with bare butts ready to be whipped if their man thinks that they haven't worked hard enough. Which category do you belong to?
- To that ... of the sluts, Mr. Depoulos ... of the sluts who suck on their knees ...
Depoulos nodded. - That's right. You can come here to me on all fours, with your thighs wide apart and your tits hanging down, and ask me for the honor of taking it in my mouth.
Manuela knelt, and got on all fours, starting to crawl on the carpeted floor, around the desk, towards the director. She felt totally degraded ... she wasn't just on all fours ... keeping her thighs wide open as she advanced like that made her even more clumsy and obscene ... Depoulos swiveled the swivel chair towards her, watching her with a pleased grin, enjoying the sight of that beautiful girl humiliated, her big breasts swinging under her ... Manuela arrived in front of the director's feet, and stopped.
- Do you like drinking cum, bitch?
Manuela sobbed faintly. Actually… he had never tried. But he knew that what Depoulos wanted was not the truth.
"Yes, sir," he murmured. - I like drinking cum.
"Well," Depoulos replied. - From now on, you will need to make sure you drink my cum at least three times a week. He paused. - Watch me talk to you, bitch.
Manuela looked up from the ground, meeting Depoulos' cruel eyes. - Yes, sir..
- If at the end of the week you haven't drunk my cum three times, you will be punished very severely, - he resumed, staring at her, smugly observing the expression of despair and shame on her face. He grabbed her by the hair and leaned forward, sticking his tongue out and giving her a long, disgusting lick on her cheeks to dry her tears. Manuela shivered. - And if you are punished, I assure you that you will really cry ... not these four little tears of today. And I said you'll have to drinkthree times a week: very often I'll cum in your cunt, ass, boobs, face… - He chuckled: - I'll probably cum in your eyes and ears too, bitch… and all these won't count as "drunk". So sometimes you'll have to be the one begging me to drink my cum, and I'll only accept it if you prove you deserve it by humiliating yourself for me.
He let go of her hair and took her chin, continuing to stare at her. Manuela was trembling ... she was terrified of that Depoulos monologue. He realized that his fate was taking shape in those sentences ...
Depoulos smiled again, and spat in her face.
Manuela was taken by surprise ... She started sobbing again. As she cried, she sensed her breasts swinging beneath her with each sob. How could he bear that shame…? And yet ... she realized that she had closed her eyes when he had spat, she immediately opened them again, staring back at her blackmailer, terrified by the idea of having disobeyed the order to look at him ...
- Our main goal in this first phase of your new job is to make you lose all traces of self-love and self-respect. Whenever you do or say something that shows that you consider yourself to be more than just an object of pleasure ... a "corporate slut" ... you will be punished. If you don't give all your attention and commitment to satisfying my every desire, you will be punished.
He gave her a smile. - Does the corporate slut get it?
- Yes… Mr. Depoulos… - she murmured.
- You just deserved the five pussy straps, Manuela. FULL PHRASES when you answer me, you ugly shit bitch. HAS THE CORPORATE SLUT UNDERSTANDED?
Terrified by Depoulos' anger, Manuela hastened to reply again: - yes .. sir ... forgive me ... the corporate slut understood.
- I have an idea that you will need a blackboard to keep track of all the lashes you earn at the beginning. Let's see, I'll think about it. Now let's use your slutty mouth. Undo my pants and don't stop looking at me.
Manuela stretched her trembling hands to Depoulos's fly. He let it go, enjoying the spectacle of her beautiful face… her red cheeks… her beautiful hazel eyes made veiled with tears… her hands that a little awkwardly unzipped the button of his trousers, and then lowered the zipper.
- Get him out.
Manuela stretched out her hand, trembling with disgust… her eyes fixed on Depoulos's as she found the man's member, already very hard, and gently slipped it out of his boxers. Only for an instant did her eyes move to the man's member, red, swollen, threatening ...
- Caress him slowly, Manuela. Enjoy it… I know you like to feel it in your hand.
Manuela began to caress the shaft, softly, her beautiful eyes wet with tears still turned to Depoulos ... she felt that the man's member stiffened even more for the spectacle she was offering him with that involuntary sweetness ...
- Look at him, bitch - he said, alluding to his member. - You like?
Manuela nodded, looking down at the man's member and biting her lip. - Yes, Mr. Depoulos, I like it ...
Depoulos waved his hands broadly to his large, luxurious office. - It's the dominant male's cock, Manuela. The one who uses other people's women as sluts. The one whores like you want cum about. Keep watching him lick my balls and tell me you want my cum.
Manuela leaned forward, starting to lick the man's swollen testicles, without stopping to caress him docilely, without stopping to look at him. "I want ... your sperm ... Mr. Depoulos ... I want it .. I would like to drink it ...
A new burst of tears completed her sentence, two clumpy tears sliding down her cheeks to Depoulos's testicles.
- Now get busy, Manuela, and show me what a cum slut you are. Do it calmly, show that you are grateful to be able to serve me. Don't disappoint me, 'he added, taking her by the hair for a moment; - if I don't like it, I'll inflate your cunt with the strap. I expect you to be sweet, careful, and slutty… the perfect slave.
Manuela quickly wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and brought her mouth close to Depoulos's glans. And it began… in the sweetest way she could. He looked up at Depoulos… he would be watching him all the time. He let his lips slide along the shaft, lightly stroking it with his tongue, from the base to the glans, and back again. She kissed him, licked him, glued her lips to his member ... She placed her open mouth on the shaft, stroking it with her tongue ... She went up with her mouth to the man's glans, pulsating, purple, caressed him with her tongue, kissed him softly , and finally let her lips slide around it, taking it.
Depoulos let her do it. "But how good is my little bitch," he said, looking into her eyes and stroking her cheek. That fake gesture of sweetness seemed to Manuela so repulsive ... he was raping her! How could he behave like that?
- Now that the slut has shown me how sweet she can be, - Depoulos continued, - it's time for her mouth to be fucked like that of a street slut.
Manuela's eyes widened in surprise as Depoulos rose abruptly from his chair, holding her by the hair so that his member remained in the girl's mouth. He also brought his other hand to Manuela's head, grabbing another lock, holding it tightly ... And then he began to fuck her mouth. Violently ... jerking her head and slamming her member deeply ... Manuela was struggling to breathe, she couldn't even moan anymore ... the only sound that could be heard in the room was the obscene lapping of his member moving inside and out of his mouth ...
- I know you like being fucked like this, bitch. Pinch your breasts and rub your clitoris, - he said. Even if she wanted to, Manuela could no longer stare at him now, nor nod, but gave a weak "mmmh" assent, bringing one hand to her sex and one to her naked breast, starting to touch and squeeze the soft flesh of her breasts ... Again, how when Depoulos had fingered her, he felt a wave of pleasure and desire go through her with horror.
Depoulos gradually slowed down, and then stopped, still with his member firmly planted in Manuela's mouth. He waited for the girl to look up at him again - which Manuela hastened to do. - You'll masturbate a lot from now on, - he said then. - You will spend a lot of time with vibrators on in your pussy ... or rub it against my desk leg like a dog ... in short, you will be stimulated most of the time. But you won't be allowed to come unless I order you. Your pleasure is my property like everything else.
Depoulos stared at her for a moment longer, a perverse glint in his eye. - Don't stop masturbating. Stick out your tongue and lick my balls again.
Manuela started to remove her mouth from the man's member, but he held it back. - I didn't say stop sucking me, bitch. Hold it in your mouth and lick my balls at the same time.
Manuela blushed violently. With difficulty he pulled out his tongue, the mouth full of his member, and pushed it out as far as he could, until it rested on the man's scrotum. He tried to move it as best he could. He saw in the man's contemptuous gaze, reflected, all the obscenity, the degradation of that moment.
- Tell me you got it right.
Manuela hesitated, holding her breath. Then she tried to speak as best she could ... For a moment she tried to move her tongue but a clear nod from Depoulos made her understand that she was not allowed. "Ooo aiiiooo eeemf ..." were the only sounds he managed to emit. The manager smiled at her. - Good dog. - Then he spat again in her face, a spit and then a trickle of saliva slipped up to Manuela's cheek. - Thank me, - then urged her.
"Aaaamf ... eee ..." she said.
- You wanna drink my cum now, bitch?
She tried to nod. "Iiii .."
He slapped her on one cheek, then the other. - Yeah what, you wanna drink my cum?
“Iiiii… oooomf… eee… aaa ooaaa”…
- Use one hand to open your pussy, and with the other take your clit and pull it as if you want to tear it off.
Manuela nodded again with difficulty. She brought her hands to her sex ... She took her clitoris between thumb and forefinger ... it was turgid and hypersensitive ... she narrowed her eyes in pain as she began to pull it ... the tears clouded her vision ... Depoulos smiled and pushed the member further into deep into her mouth, against her throat, and then began to move it slightly back and forth, mechanically, masturbating in Manuela's mouth. She could no longer connect ... the pain she was causing to her sex, the humiliation of that horrible position, with her mouth wide open, her tongue sticking out, the choking sense of his glans thrusting into her throat ... She felt violated to the soul,
Depoulos remained panting for a few minutes, with his member planted in Manuela's mouth, the girl's hair clutched in his hands. Manuela felt canceled out, on her knees with the swollen clitoris between her fingers, her knees trembling, her cheeks wet with tears and her thighs wet with her moods ...
Finally he made up his mind to take it off. Without even looking at her, as if he were really using an object, he cleaned it up by rubbing it on the kneeling girl's cheeks and then on her hair. When he looked down at her again, he saw her again with her hands between her legs, her pleading eyes turned towards him.
- Do you need to come? He asked, scornfully.
Manuela didn't want to. He didn't want to say yes… he didn't want it to be the truth. But he couldn't avoid either of them.
- Yes, sir ... - she murmured, feeling dirty like she had never felt in her life.
He stared at her and slapped her on the cheek.
- Not yet. Stop crunching like a bitch in heat. You must have your punishment first.
Manuela removed her hands from her vagina, remaining on her knees to tremble.
- Put back what you used - he ordered, pointing to his member. Manuela quickly obeyed, taking Depoulos' member and gently putting it back in his fly. He tied his pants.
- Now take my belt off.
Manuela put her hand on the man's belt. It was a heavy leather belt with a large metal buckle. It terrified her. He undid it, pulled it off the passers-by as delicately as he could, and handed it to Depoulos.
- Get up off the ground.
Manuela stood up. He had the strap in his hand, but before starting to use it he took a few moments to look again at the beautiful spectacle of Manuela's naked body. He walked over to her, and put his mouth to her ear as he put his hand between her legs. She pulled them apart almost instinctively. - I'm very pleased to know that you have to come, darling, - he whispered in her ear, barely opening the lips of her sex and then brushing her clitoris with the tip of his index finger. Manuela shivered ... that almost affectionate tone of voice, that "darling", were even more humiliating than the earlier offenses ... - I like knowing you are eager, - he continued, - but you know that now I have to give you your just punishment ... How many belts were there?
She sobbed. - Ten ... ten on the ... buttocks ... and five ... in front ...
He laughed. - Front?
- About sex ...
He laughed again. - Women have "buttocks" and "sex", - he told her. - Sluts and bitches have "butt" and "cunt".
Manuela narrowed her eyes. Depoulos's finger was still there, still touching her, and she felt she could come at any moment, on his hand, if only… if only he had ordered it.
- Yes ... sir ... ten straps on my buttocks ... five on my cunt ... sir ...
He smiled. "No, honey, now it's ten on your cunt," he said, "for using the wrong words." - Manuela felt another tear running down her cheek. Depoulos removed his hand from her sex. He pointed to the desk.
The girl hesitated for a moment, but she couldn't pretend she didn't understand. She bent down, resting her torso and belly on the desk top, her bare buttocks ready and exposed for the first part of the punishment. Depoulos folded the strap in two.
- Account.
Manuela closed her eyes, abandoning herself. He just had to hold out… just wait for it to pass.
The first snap of the strap echoed around the room, followed by the girl's sudden, muffled moan. Depoulos wasn't kidding, the pain had been like an electric shock, violent and penetrating. Manuela gathered her strength: - One ...
The strap slammed down on her young flesh again. And again ... - Two ... three ...
Her legs wobbled… - Four… five… - Each whip thundered through the office, leaving a streak of pain on her skin… the idea that it would soon be her sex… how could she resist that pain?
“Seven… eight…” His voice was more broken with each number.
– No… ve… mmmmm… die… ci…!
Depoulos paused. - Now turn to me and spread your legs.
Manuela turned, her face a mask of pain. He rested his buttocks on the edge of the desk, and in spite of himself spread his thighs wide, exposing his own sex to the harassment of the director. - You ... I beg you ... Mr. Depoulos ...
He looked at her. - Who's begging me? Manuela?
She gasped, trying to understand. He had to understand. No, it wasn't Manuela. - His bitch ... Mr. Depoulos ... his bitch ... begs her ...
He let her continue.
- Her bitch begs her master ... not so hard ... please ... I'll die ...
He continued to stare at her in silence. "Count," he said then, coldly. Manuela hardly saw him anymore, through her tears.
The first strapping made her almost faint, as violent as the previous ones, dry, popping, flat on the girl's sex. Manuela bent over in pain. "Count," he urged her.
- U…. uno…. - pianse Manuela.
Another snap, another wave of pain. - Count! He insisted, starting to get irritated. Manuela felt her sex throbbing. - D… d… du… and….
The pain was unbearable.
Three…
Four ... Manuela counted as much as she could in the midst of her moans.
- Open more.
Six seven…
It was too much ... Manuela felt herself again pleading, - her ... her slut ... her plea ... master ... please ... enough ...
Otto…
Manuela realized that Depoulos had stopped. The man was watching her; he was not looking at her face, or rather not only, once again he was still enjoying the sight of her, of her beautiful young body at his mercy, naked, trembling ...
- Jerk off, - he said, - and look at me.
Manuela put her hand to the painful sex ... she began to touch herself ... it hurt her, but she touched herself as she normally would ... looking at Depoulos ... she wanted to beg again, but she already had the remorse of having done it before: she couldn't know if Depoulos wouldn't be angry at her pleading, if he would not have simply upped the ante… He was silent, masturbating painfully for him.
"There are still two straps missing on her cunt," Depoulos then said. He looked down at Manuela's breasts. - But I allow you to swap them, with ten lashes on the tits.
Manuela hesitated. Ten! But the memory of the violence of the strapping she had just received on the tender flesh of her sex… She couldn't stand it yet.
- Yes ... sir ... - he murmured. - Thanks…
- Stop masturbating, put your hands behind your back, and push your boobs out.
Manuela obbedì.
Once again the order of Depoulos that started the pain: - Count.
The ten straps followed one another at a constant rhythm, alternating one for each breast ... each given from a different angle, from bottom to top, from top to bottom, from outside to inside ... Each echoed in the room followed by a muffled moan of pain, and from Manuela's voice that counted: - three ... four ... - Each was more painful, as the girl's flesh turned red and the skin became more sensitive ... - seven ... eight ...
And finally it was still over: - ten ...
"Jerk off," Depoulos ordered again. He didn't need to order her to stare at him.
Manuela looked at him, panting, red in the face, her breasts and sex swollen and painful, touching herself for him like a eager girl ... Her fingers were wet, she was dripping again ...
- Do you need to come? He asked again, as before. And once again Manuela could not avoid the most humiliating answer. - Yes ... sir ... please ...
Depoulos stood looking at her in silence, letting the girl continue to humble herself like that. - Please…
Then, the man put on his belt. "No," he replied dryly. - I won't let you come today. I want you to go back to your desk, sit on that ass and that burning pussy, and I want to know that you're dripping with desire all the time.
Manuela lowered her eyes. - Yes, sir.
- Grab a towel in a bathroom and put it underneath before you sit down, for now you still have your expensive leather chair and I don't want you to spoil it by drooling on it like a snail. We will then arrange the furniture in your office to make it more suitable for your new role.
Manuela didn't know what Depoulos meant, but she didn't like him.
- Now put your clothes back on, except for the slutty thong, that stays here in my drawer as a souvenir. Of course, from now on you are at my disposal for the whole day.
"Yes, sir," she murmured, picking up her clothes.
- Lock your office bathroom, and bring me the key. You are prohibited from using others. Whenever you have to go to the bathroom, you will come and ask me for permission.
- Yes ... sir ... - Manuela said again, blushing as she put on her blouse.
- I'll let you know other rules as you go. Now get your ass out of my office before you dirty the carpet.
Manuela had finished dressing. He murmured that phrase again, "yes, sir ..." and for some reason also said "thank you, sir". He hurried to the door, and walked out of the office that had changed his life forever.
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