In The Bank Manager's Cupboard - Part Eight.


David scuttled away like a frightened rabbit. He
couldn't figure a way out of this situation. She had
contracts, of God only knew what nature, in the safe.
Videos of him showing unspeakable behaviour. She had
locked his clothes away somewhere unknown to him. Worst
of all, perhaps, he still found her attractive and
exciting.

He thought of her as she was now dressed. In the open
zip front leather jacket, neck choker, a leather basque
thrusting her breasts up and exposing delicious
decolletage. Her skirt which rustled over her nylons.
For he was sure she would be wearing stockings again,
and those boots starting somewhere up under the knee
length skirt, and finishing with four inch stilettos.
He thought again of the way she had undressed last
night, his erection came back fierce and strong this
time.

A speaker in the kitchen wall awoke him from his
daydream, "When you have finished your breakfast you
will wash up and tidy the kitchen."

Saved by the speaker from yet more folly, he finished
the bread and slaked his thirst with water. He
collected her breakfast things from the living room,
and was glad she took no notice of him. There was some
comfort in the anonymity of being a servant. It was
better than having her mock him for the way he was
dressed. He washed the dishes, and busied himself with
tidying the kitchen.

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"Come in here," Karin ordered. He returned to the
study, Karin was seated on a sofa. "Training," she
announced, "But first, you still haven't thanked me for
assuming responsibility for you."

He played along with her, resolved to get through this.
"Thank you Madam," he uttered, casting his eyes
downward in embarrassment.

She clicked her fingers and pointed to her boots, "Say,
Thank you Madam for taking control of me," she
insisted. "This time properly!"

My God, she wants me to kiss her boots, he thought. His
penis instantly hardened again. Why should the idea of
kissing her boots have that effect? What was left of
his ego was hurt, he didn't want to be bullied into
grovelling like this. Was she never satisfied, he had
some pride. But he was stuck for words, his mouth
opened and closed like a landed fish.

She clicked her fingers again, "NOW!"

He sank to his knees and applied his lips to the
leather at her calves. "Thank you Madam for taking
control of me," he intoned. His penis was throbbing as
he did so. Why was this such an erotic situation?

Her fingers clicked once more and he looked up to see
that she was pointing down towards the floor, "AGAIN!
PROPERLY!"

Bitch. She is obviously enjoying this, David thought,
as he stretched himself out face down and kissed her
heels. "Thank you Madam for taking control of me." He
felt his penis squashed between the floor and his
belly, and was thankful that the knickers were those
voluminous frilled ones. Or else it might have popped
out altogether.

Karin giggled in satisfaction and stood up. Standing
astride his head, she placed the soles of her boots on
his hands. His fingers were pinned to the floor,
thankfully not by her heels. His penis throbbed and
pumped beneath him. What was it about this cruel woman
that turned him on so?

He glanced up, above him the leather of her boots
disappeared up under her skirt to a heaven on earth.
His penis pulsed in response. She declared regally from
above, "We've dealt with tidiness and good manners. In
my room I will teach you humility and respect!"

She strode to the stairs and climbed, while David
flexed his sore fingers and watched those boots. "Come
on wanker," she called. Karin was turned on, her
excitement was again rising at the prospects for the
afternoon.