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Chapter 3: The next Friday
Synopsis: One week after her first encounter in her employer’s private chamber, Rita must now keep up her end of the deal by returning to the same place the following Friday. What might her employer have in store for her this time?
Rita parked her car below the apartment complex where her employer resided. Stepping out, she glanced up to the fifth floor balcony, and saw her employer standing there, looking down at her with a smile on his face. In his hand he held the control pad, and despite the distance, Rita could make out that his thumb moved, and squeezed the red button at the center of the pad.
A buzz from the buzzer pads enveloping her nipples made her gasp and jump slightly. As always, she looked around to see if anybody else had noticed. Nobody had. Her employer was careful enough to ensure that. She looked up at him and forced a smile. He turned around and went back inside. Rita’s heart jumped slightly as she rode the elevator up to the fifth floor.
The door was open for her, she discovered, and gingerly she stepped inside. Her employer stood on the far side of the room, and motioned to her to close and latch the door. Once she had done so, she silently followed him to wherever he was leading her.
She discovered that they went past the chamber where she had faced her first torment a week ago, down a narrow corridor, to the kitchen. It was a nicely arranged kitchen, with everything where it should be. Rita even thought that she would enjoy cooking there. But surely, her employer hadn’t brought her there to make her cook, had he?
As she entered, a long metal rod spanning the length of the room, about seven feet above the floor, came into view. Rita had a hunch that this would have something to do with whatever happened in the hours to come. She was proved right when her employer asked her to remove her clothes and stand beneath the rod.
Rita noticed that she had less hesitation taking off her clothes in front of her employer than she had on the first occasion. In fact, before she realized it, her clothes were in a heap on the floor, and she kicked them aside and stood below the rod in her bra and panties.
Her employer took her hands and fastened them at the wrists to the bar, spreading her arms in a wide V above her head. Was he going to do the same thing with her legs? Apparently not. He had left them alone. Her bra fell away as he unhooked it.
When she was bound to her boss' satisfaction, he came close to her and whispered into her ear
“Welcome to your second evening at my place. Tonight you’re going to face some…shall we say…unconventional torture.”
Rita gasped inside as she heard the words come out. There was something about the work ‘torture’ that made her feel so scared inside, perhaps because she had been a victim to it already. But now there was the word ‘unconventional’ added in front of it, and this only heightened her sense of anxiety.
What was her boss doing rummaging about in the drawer? Soon he returned close to her. What was he holding in his hands? Rita strained her eyes to try and make out. Chopsticks, a pair in each hand, that’s what they were. She tried to think how chopsticks on her tender parts would feel after the cane and the whip, but her mind drew a blank.
Her boss came close and stood in front of her and said
“It’s time for complete truth between us on several issues.”
He gripped each of her nipples with a pair of chopsticks.
“Mmm…truth regarding what, Sir” she asked.
“Oh, you’ll get to hear it.”
He toyed around with her nipples for a while, probing them, twisting them, flicking them from side to side. Then he began to poke the areolas with the tips of the chopsticks. Rita realized that though it didn’t hurt as much as being lashed with the cane or the whip, the sensation was intense nevertheless. How had her boss gained such extensive knowledge about how and where to touch a woman to make her feel that way?
“Do you masturbate?” The question seemed to come out of the blue.
“Wh-what?” Rita asked, feeling hugely embarrassed.
Her boss tightened his grip on her tits, and for the first time they hurt.
“I asked, do you masturbate?”
“Ouch!! I – well, I guess…”
“Do you or do you not?” his voice was stern, and the pressure on her nipples was now becoming painful.
“Aaaahhh!!! Yes. Yes, I do.”
“How often?”
Rita was genuinely embarrassed now. How could he want to know something that was so personal?
“Uh..um...everyday, actually.”
Her boss smiled. She blushed.
“When? Just before coming to work?”
He had figured it out! He had reasoned out why she was late that Monday, even though she had tried to convince him that it was the traffic.
“Y-yes…just before coming to work.”
“What do you use to pleasure yourself?”
Rita remained silent. How could she possibly reveal that to her boss? She felt the chopsticks tighten around her tits. Her boss tweaked them, and twisted her nipples till they pointed upwards. Rita squirmed, trying to move her body and relieve the sting. But as always, she was unable to do much.
“I asked, what do you use?”
The pressure increased now to almost unbearable limits, and her nipples were stressed because of the position he was holding them in.
“A variety of things…my fingers…some objects…”
“What objects?”
Rita couldn’t believe that she was being made to answer questions like these. But her nipples were constantly reminding her that she was indeed being made to do so, and in this situation, she thought it wise to listen to them.
“A spoon…sometimes….a pencil…pointed things basically…”
Her boss laughed out loud, and released his hold on her nipples. She sighed in relief, and then gasped out in pain as the blood rushing through them brought back news to her body about the pain.
“Ooooowwww!!! Hurts.”
Her boss chuckled and took her throbbing tits between his fingers. She moaned, anticipating that he was going to tweak them again. Instead, he merely massaged them, rolling them between his fingers gently. Rita realized she was already becoming slightly wet.
“Breasts and nipples are quite a liability to a woman, aren’t they Rita dear?”
She blushed and giggled slightly.
“I guess they are.”
“I think so too. I mean, think of the things you can get women to do when you have control over what their breasts and nipples are feeling and sensing.”
She froze inside. Was he suggesting something? She could tell from his face that he had something in store for her. But what? Why was he going to the refrigerator? What was that he was taking out? A tray of ice cubes! And what was he taking out from the cupboard? A large candle stick!
Her boss approached her with the ‘toys’.
“Now, Rita, you’re going to feel some hot and cold treatment.”
“Wha-What’s that?”
“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough dear. Just be patient.”
He lit the candle, and held it in his left hand. And then took one of the ice cubes in between a pair of tongs in his right hand. He moved slowly, and touched the ice cube to her left nipple. She yelped at the biting coldness.
“Aaaiiiiii!!! It’s cold!”
His other hand now moved towards her right nipple, and Rita froze in terror. He held the flame of the candle about five inches below the nipple. At first she felt nothing, but soon the currents of hot air began to rise and brush against her erect nipple. He moved the flame a bit closer to her tit, and the heat was now quite evident to her.
“Sir…they’ll get burnt”
“Not burnt dear. Maybe singed.”
A little closer. Pain began to shoot through her right breast now, as her left was numbed by the ice cube. She couldn’t decide which sensation bothered her more. Maybe that was the whole point of this torture: making the woman struggle to decide which one of her nipples caused her more discomfort.
Her boss held the candle and the ice cube in place for about five minutes. Then he switched them in his hands. He applied the ice cube to her right nipple, and the candle flame beneath her left.
“Aaaaahhh…Ooooohhh!!!” Rita moaned as the ice cube pressed against her right nipple which had been slowly roasted for the past five minutes. The candle flame beneath her other nipple had just started getting through the layer of melted ice over it, and soon she could feel just a touch of warmth. She wondered how long it would be a comforting touch before this nipple too started to get roasted.
For the time being she focused on the nipple being ‘iced’. Her boss rolled the ice cube over the nipple, the sides of it, and then over the areolas, before starting to trace patterns over her breast. When he crossed over to the underside of her right breast, Rita moaned in pleasure as this particularly sensitive part was given the ice treatment.
But now she felt a trickle of irritation coming from her left nipple. The molten ice was gone, vaporized by the flame, and she was feeling the heat on her nipple now. Her boss brought the flame a bit closer, and she stiffened. Her boss moved the candle slightly to the left and then to the right, making sure that her entire nipple and areola could feel the heat from the flame.
“Liking this, Rita?”
“Mmmm….yes….”
She might have said so, but she realized that her defenses were being gradually worn down by the sensations that she was feeling.
Another five minutes went by, and she noticed her boss changing the toys in his hands once again. No! Surely not another change! How many of these changes did her boss have in mind for her? She was getting number and weakened with every single one.
Five more minutes. Another change! Three…four…then five…Rita felt her legs giving slightly under her….six….seven…eight…nine…ten!
Her boss put down the tongs over the ice tray, whose ice cubes had almost all been consumed. Rita found herself panting from the sensations of the past one hour, in which her nipples had been shown the extremes of temperature, like a piece of metal being hardened by heating and cooling. But she knew that in her case, the heating and cooling would only serve to make her nipples more sensitive, not harden them.
Her boss still held the burning candle in his hand, its length now half of what it was in the beginning. Why didn’t he put the flame out? The ice was gone. What would he do with the candle alone? Her boss pulled her head to the left, so that the right side of her neck was exposed, and then he held the candle about a foot above her right shoulder, and tilted it slightly. Rita could not see the candle because her boss held her head fast to the left, and she was left wondering what would happen now. Suddenly she heard a dull splash and then a shot of pain raced through her neck as a drop of wax fell onto the prominent excrescence on the right side of her neck.
“Ooooooohhh!!!! Ouch!!! Sir, I have a wart there!!”
“I know, Rita, not one, but many little ones beside that one too. Let’s tickle them a bit, shall we?”
Before she could react, her boss had locked lips with her in a vicious kiss, one that she could not break free from. As he sucked the breath out of her, his hand manipulated the candle to just the right places above her neck and shoulders, and drops of molten wax rained down on her tender skin and her sensitive warts.
“Mmphh….Mmmpphhhh!!!!....Mmmmm…..MMmmmpphhhH!!!”
Rita’s screams of pain were muffled by the kiss her boss was holding her in. She didn’t know whether what she was feeling could be classified as pleasure or pain. Time and time again she tried telling herself that it was pain, torture, and that she should detest it being done to her. But something inside of her didn’t want it to stop. Something inside of her wanted the hot wax pouring down on her.
The wax was dropping lower now, no longer on her neck. Her boss now held the candle over her breasts, and the drops of wax began to systematically cover their surface. He had released her from the kiss now, and she was free to vocalize as the shots of heat dug into her.
“Oww!!! Sir…burns….Yeow!!!!...Please….AAAHHH!!!”
He soon reached her nipples, and molten wax dripping down on the most tender parts of her breasts was almost too much for Rita to bear. She threw her head back and screamed out.
“AAaaaaahhhh!!! Aaaaaaaaahhhh!!!!”
Her boss did not relent, and held the candle in place for long times over each nipple, completely covering them with a layer of wax. She thrashed her head from side to side and screamed incessantly, the pain mixing with orgasmic pleasure, almost driving her mad and over the edge from the sensation.
When each nipple was covered with a two inch thick layer of solidified wax, her master stopped and blew out the candle. He waved the still glowing tip in front of her eyes, and then pressed it against one of the warts on her middle aged breasts, sending her into another wail of pain.
“Aaaaaiaiiiiieeeeeee!!!!”
He undid the straps that fastened her to the rod, and unable to stand on her own feet, she fell into him. He stroked her sweating back with his fingers, and then patted her affectionately on her bottom.
“You were a good girl all through that, Rita dear.”
“Thank you. Thank you Sir.”
“Now, I’ll give you ten minutes to go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. You’ll find all you need over there. And then you’re to come back here for the next part. Okay?”
She looked into her boss’ eyes and then replied faintly
“Yes, Sir.”
When Rita returned from the bathroom after cleaning herself, her breasts were slightly reddish from all the scrubbing that she had had to do to remove the wax. But other than that, and the slight burning that she still felt within them, she felt good. Her boss was waiting for her in the kitchen, and she stepped inside wondering what he might have in store for her next. She saw that her boss now held in each hand a pair of kitchen tongs, shiny and well polished. He beckoned to Rita to come close. Rita was at first a bit hesitant, because her nipples were still a bit sore, and she knew that those would be among his prime targets. But she knew that she no longer had a choice and that it was a case of tortured (well, with pleasure thrown in) employment, or unemployment. She approached her boss with slow steps.
He took a bottle of rectified spirit from one of the cupboards, and a swab of cotton.
“Stand at attention!” he said
Rita stood with her legs together, her hands at her side, with her slight tummy drawn in and her ample breasts protruding out. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he liked this quite a bit.
Her boss came close to her and began to dab her nipples with the rectified spirit. She wondered why he was doing this at first, and then it became all so clear to her. The rectified spirit was to get rid of the oiliness that is normally associated with nipples, so that the tongs could have a better grip. Once more, she jumped at her boss’ ingenuity and his understanding of the female body. Her nipples were raised to glorious erection as the sharp cold sting of the evaporating spirit encouraged them to rise from the tips of their areolas.
When her boss was satisfied that her nipples were oil-free enough, he ordered her to stand with her hands behind her head. She did so without delay, knowing that he did not like to be kept waiting at any point of time. He caught her nipples between the jaws of the tongs and gave them a firm squeeze. The slightly serrated teeth dug into her soft flesh and she yelped in discomfort.
“Oouuch!!!”
He twisted the tongs in his hands, so that the jaws twisted her nipples, and spirals appeared in the area beside her areolas.
“Aaahhhh!!! Sir, that hurts!”
“Sit down.” He said.
For a moment she did not understand. Then she felt the tongs pulling down at her nipples. She began to sit down slowly. She wasn’t exactly young, and was afraid that doing this without any support from her hands would result in her falling over, and a vicious jerk to her clamped nipples. Somehow she managed to get on her haunches, and waited in that position for the next order.
“Stand up!” he said, and simultaneously pulled up on her nipples.
“Ooooowwww…..” she moaned, as she tried to push herself up. It was difficult, and she put her hands on the floor to get a boost.
“Yeowww!!!!”
The squeeze on her nipples doubled, and she looked up to him to see what she had done wrong.
“Keep your hands behind your head, Rita!”
“Yes, yes Sir. Sorry.”
Somehow she managed to get on her feet. But no sooner had she done so than she heard:
“Down!” and with that a downward pull on her nipples.
Again she went down on her haunches, only to hear
“Up!” and once again she struggled with the pain in her thighs to get up.
Her face reddened with humiliation and effort as she did this, and her boss released his grip on her nipples only after she had done it for about ten times. She stood there in front of him, arms still behind her head, her nipples squeezed into an elliptical shape by the tongs, and her legs aching from the effort.
“That’s about all for today, Rita dear.”
Inside, she heaved a sigh of relief. But again, there was that tiny bit of her that felt sad that it was coming to an end so soon. What was it that she expected? She couldn’t quite get it out of herself.
“Go to the bathroom and take a bath. Don’t lock the door. When you’re finished, knock from the inside. I want to meet you inside. Okay? And don’t dry yourself, okay?”
Her heard bounded. She thought that this would be a most romantic way to end the day’s experience. How did her boss manage to come up with such brilliant ways to make women feel intensely good? Giggling, she went off to the bathroom, leaving the door unlocked as ordered. While she was in the shower, she kept wondering what would happen when her boss came inside in a few minutes. Would he hug her, maybe kiss her again? Her mind raced at the thoughts, and it wasn’t just the water that was making her nether regions wet.
After a thorough shower, she tiptoed over to the door, still dripping wet, and knocked on it from inside as her boss had instructed. Then she scampered back to her place beneath the shower and waited.
Slowly the door opened, and her boss stepped in. She thought that he might come in naked, but instead, she found that he was clothed just like before. And to add to that, in his right hand, he carried a long and slender cane!
Rita gasped at the sight of the cane. She was dripping wet and stark naked, and being caned in this situation would be…her thoughts stopped dead.
Her boss locked the door behind him and walked towards Rita, who began to back away slightly at his approach.
“Don’t move back. Stand facing the wall, right under the shower” he bellowed.
She was jolted into obedience.
“Put your hands against the walls and spread your legs. Do it!”
Again, she obeyed, trembling with anxiety and fear.
He switched on a small wall fan and turned it towards her so that a current of air blew over her wet body. Immediately she broke into goosebumps, and could feel her tits firming up enormously. He also turned on the shower to a trickle, so that rivulets of water began to run down her back. She wondered what was going to happen next, when she felt the touch of the cane on her back. It was a gentle touch, the kind her boss used in order to take a good aim. She knew that she should stand loose in order to absorb the blows the best, but in her trepidation, she stiffened.
Thwack!! The cane made a sharp sound as it struck her on the back, just where her bra strap normally would have passed. The sound echoed in the small bathroom and seemed to heighten the sensation.
“Aaaaaaahhhh!!!!! Have mercy, Sir.”
Thwack!!! A little lower this time, but equally hard. Her body arched at the blow, and she found herself holding on tightly to the shower pipe.
Thwack!!! Half way between her shoulders and her waist.
“Aaiiieeeeeeee!!!! Please, sir. The pain is-”
Thwack!!! Around the waist this time. She thrust her pelvis forward to absorb the blow.
“Ooooooohhhhh!!!”
Thwack!!! The cane flattened itself against her wet buttocks, and drew a red streak right across them.
“Oh god!!! Oooowwwwwwww!!!! I beg you, stop, please-”
Thwack!!! At the join of the buttocks and the thighs. Rita felt her legs giving under her, but her boss put an arm around her to support her weight.
“Aaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!! Dear lord!!”
Thwack!!! On the back of the thighs this time, but at least it was better than the previous shots.
Thwack!!! Across the back of the calves. Rita flinched, and stifled her scream for once.
“Now Rita, is there any part of your backside that you think we’ve missed? Any place we need to go back to?”
She frantically shook her head. No.
“Well then turn around and let’s see your front side. We should be even, right?”
Her head almost swam as she turned around to face her boss and his cane.
“Put your arms above your head. Get your hands around that shower pipe, like before.”
Silently, she obeyed, all the time keeping her eyes fixed on the cane. Her boss laid it across her stomach, and then in a flash yanked it back and brought it down hard across her navel.
“God!!! Aaaaaahhhh!!!!!”
Thwack!!! Higher up this time.
“Oooohhh!!!”
Thwack!!! On the ribs this time. She arched backwards.
“Aaaaaiieee!!!!”
Her boss now paused, and increased the fan setting till the entire bathroom was filled with its hum. He adjusted the shower, so that it sent a trickle of water over her nipples, bringing them into full erection. He then laid the cane across the underside of her breasts, as she shook her head, pleading with him to spare her.
Thwack!!! The cane dug into the underside of her melons, and they bounced up from the impact. But before she could react and just as they were about to come down he landed the next stroke, forcing them back up again. He kept this up, constantly landing the cane on her tender undersides, and not for once allowing her breasts to regain their normal position.
She threw her head back and howled out in a combination of sobs and cries of pain. Her hands tried to shield her tortured breasts, but they were held fast to the shower pipe by her boss’ free hand.
“Aaaahhh!!!...Ouchhhh!!!!....Eeeeeeeeee!!!!....AaaarghhhH!!!!!”
Her boss now rested the cane on her nipples, and she howled out in complaint and began to sob.
“Just two strokes, Rita dear. I promise. One on each teat. Now, tighten up. Be a nice girl. Stand straight! Come on. That’s it.”
Thwack!!! The cane ripped into her hard-as-acorn left nipple, making it tuck in and then bounce out.
“Yyyeeeeeaaaaaooooowwww!!!!”
Thwack!!! Her right nipple throbbed in and out as the final cane stroke landed on her.
“Aaaaaaaaaarrghhhhh!!!....OOOhhhhH!!!!”
Her breasts were on fire. She knew nobody could understand just how they felt at that moment. She was finding it difficult to stand, and difficult to control herself too. She never knew that pain could take her so close to the edge. But what was her boss doing now? Slowly he bent down, and teasingly took one of her nipples in between his lips and began to lick it and suck on it.
Rita lost all control of her innards then, and came in a torrent of juices. She moaned in embarrassment at having come in front of her boss, but he continued sucking on her nipples, and she knew that she was thoroughly enjoying it.
She could feel herself sinking down on the bathroom floor, till she was lying on her back on the cold wet tiles. Her boss was on top of her, and she noticed that he too had stripped. But when he had done so had escaped her. He gently inserted his member into her cavity, and she moaned as she felt the thrusts. His lips were playing with her upper body, caressing her areolas, nibbling at her throbbing nipples, kissing her feminine neck. When they both came to the edge, she found his lips locked passionately around hers and they rolled over on the bathroom floor together.
When she was dressed and ready to go, her boss gave her two conical shaped objects which she knew was for her nipples.
“But Sir, I already have two of these.”
“These are different Rita. Do put them on.”
She did, and then stared at him intently, waiting for him to give her a taste of what they were like.
“Not today,” he said, “You’ll find out in due course of time.”
Her boss smiled, and gave her a kiss on her lips, and an affectionate (but stinging) press of her boobs. She rode the elevator down to her car. It was dark and the road outside was deserted. Her chest felt a bit constricted. Suddenly she had a brilliant idea. She took off her T-shirt and then her bra. Then with her seatbelt on, and the conical nipple cups acting as her pasties, she drove home thinking about her first sexual encounter in years.
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