In The Bank Manager's Cupboard - Part Fourteen.


David dozed, half awake, feeling an unusual sense of
warmth and security, despite his world having changed
dramatically. Some might say for the worse. But to
David, something about the way Karin took control made
him feel at home. The punishment, well he could
understand that, he had been very bad after all! Karin
did have a right to be upset. Anyway, that was over
now. The humiliation, of being fucked in the ass. Well,
he had to admit that in the end it had been the most
exciting sex he'd ever had.

Karin relaxed on top of him and mused on the pleasure
she was planning for her future entertainment. Now that
David appeared to have resigned himself to his destiny,
maybe she could use him to fulfil some of her more
extreme fantasies. It was one thing bullying an office
boy, quite another to literally OWN a man. She would
postpone his reemployment until she had tired of his
homage, until she was bored by his grovelling.

When David awoke Karin was relaxing in an armchair
opposite him, dressed as before. With her panties
replacing the dildo pants that she had used for his
humiliation. She lit a cigarette, although not a heavy
smoker, she did like the occasional cigarette. She blew
smoke towards David, he had not been allowed to smoke
since the day before and realised he would desperately
like one himself. David found he could now move, she
had unstrapped him. Karin noticed his movement, "Rule
four, Wanker."

David searched his memory. Rule four was etched there
somewhere. He replayed the punishment, trying to track
through the rules. Of course, that was it, rule
broken - kiss her heels. But what rule had he broken?

As David crawled to her feet and surrendered himself to
her will, she flicked her cigarette ash on the floor by
her feet. She teased, "Would you like a cigarette,
Creep?"

Why did she have to keep calling him those horrid
names? Hadn't he surrendered to her? Hadn't he showed
her he was a new man? David continued kissing her
heels, mumbling hopefully, "Yes please Madam."

"Clean up my ash with your tongue, and I might allow
you to smoke," Karin tormented.

Is there no limit to my cowardly subservience, David
thought as he complied with this yet further
degradation. Ash dropped at regular intervals from
above, and each time he would lick it from the carpet.

"Your lessons in humility and respect seem to have been
successful, my loyal little ASHTRAY!" Karin taunted.
"You have been very well behaved," she said as she
dropped her cigarette butt beside his lips. "You may
smoke that and dispose of it," she grinned at her own
sadistic inventiveness.

David scuttled to the ashtray beside her bed. As he
took the last few puffs he felt almost proud, "You have
been very well behaved," she had said. His first
compliment from her lips, and he so wanted her to be
pleased with him. He stubbed the butt in the ashtray.

Karin walked over to him and stood so close that he was
squeezed between her and the bed. Her crotch in his
face she challenged him, "You have however made a mess
on my bedclothes! Did I give you permission to
ejaculate?"

David thought, surely she had allowed him that, he
thought he had been given permission. But no, she
hadn't actually said the words, that was a cruel trick.
He begged, "Please don't punish me any more Madam, I'm
sorry. I couldn't help it, please, I can't take any
more punishment."

Karin pushed her knickers down to her stocking tops as
she turned around, his face was now forced into her
backside. "If you are going to beg," she ordered, "at
least do it properly."