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Punish Me Master: I Need Slave Bondage

slave trainingMy boss was out of the office for a few hours. I know the rules. But, I thought it would be fun to play around in his office for a bit. He would never know. I sat in his big comfy office chair and masturbated. He never lets me cum, so I played naughty secretary at his desk. I should have known better. He had a hidden camera in his office because he cannot trust me. He texted, “Someone needs more slave training.” I knew I was in trouble. I went back to my office, scared, awaiting my punishment.

There was no apologizing to master. I violated the trust. I needed punished. I needed slave bondage. He made me disrobe. I received 32 lashes with his whip. A lash for each minute I sat in his office chair. He put nipple clamps on my worthless tits and attached a chain to my clit so when he yanked it, he hurt all three of my sensitive spots at once. He was just warming up. I had to put on the sensory deprivation suit. I hate it. It restricts my movement and breathing. Plus it is so tight on my curvy body, I sweat like a pig. Master suspended me in his office, above his desk. I was hanging like a bug trapped in a spider web. Sweating, struggling to breathe, unable to move, receiving electric shocks to my breasts in 32 second intervals. Master loves to punish me.

I hung above his desk not for 32 minutes, but 32 hours. When he released me, I was close to passing out. “Next time you violate the rules of the office, I will leave you hanging for 32 days, whore,” he seethed as he spit in my face. I cleaned up and completed my work duties. I am both scared and aroused by my master. I’m such a punishment whore.

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