On Thursday night, an occurrence transpired at a parking facility.
The telephone rings, and your name pops up on the screen. I press the call button.
"It's been a long week," you say, your voice tired yet with a hint of breathless anticipation. "I work late on Thursday evening, but I have Friday and Monday off... could you...?" You pause, hesitant to ask directly.
"Yes? You have to say it."
Your voice drops, as though you're afraid someone might hear even with the door of your office closed. Your words tumble out in a flurry of hushed, pleading tones, "Please sir, can you... can you just take control? Just for a little while? Please sir, I just don't want..."
"Yes? Speak up. Tell me what you want."
Your voice lowers further, "Please sir, I just don't want to have to think this weekend. Will you take charge of me? Please?"
"What's your name this weekend?"
You don't hesitate, your tone turning defiant, "Patrice."
"And has Patrice been well-behaved this week?"
You become more assertive, "No sir. No, she has not been very well-behaved at all."
"I see." Silence, during which I can hear you breathing heavily.
"Sir? Please sir?" A note of pleading enters your voice. "Please sir, I think I just really need this."
"Of course, Patrice - you've asked very nicely, and I can make sure you receive what you deserve."
"Thank you sir. I think..."
I interrupt. "Patrice, I'll pick you up at the top level of the parking garage at your workplace on Thursday evening at 8:07."
"Yes sir, thank you sir. Should I..."
I hang up.
On Thursday at 8:11, you're walking quickly from the elevators, looking around anxiously until you spot the car. You're dressed formally, with a suit jacket and skirt and a designer purse, and I imagine the clicking of your heels on the concrete as you come closer. Determined and formidable in your environment. I remain in the car, watching impassively as you open the door and seat yourself, then smile at me.
"I hope you weren't..."
Before you can finish, a slap across your cheek comes swiftly, but not hard, startling you more than hurting. You were taken aback, before realizing we're beginning this experience.
"Patrice, I don't know what my lovely has told you about me, but you are late, and that won't be tolerated. By getting into my car, you're now following my rules. You can step out now if you've changed your mind."
You shake your head quickly, saying, "No," then again, louder, "Sir. No sir. I'll stay. I'm sorry for being late, sir."
"How many minutes late?"
A quick glance at the dashboard reveals "Nine minutes."
I lean across you and firmly grasp your throat and jaw with one hand, watching your pupils dilate. "Count them out," I growl. I alternately hit both sides of your face, and this time I make sure they cause your face to sting, your eyes reddening and tears flowing from your eyes as you cry out, counting each of the nine strikes. Once I let go, you reach for a handkerchief and dab at your eyes and runny nose, gasping and sobbing quietly.
I return the handkerchief to you and let you collect yourself for a moment. Then I speak once more. "This weekend, Patrice, you will recount to me every cruel, cunning thing you made my lovely suffer this week. While you do, I'll punish and sexually assault your body and mind in ways that will leave you utterly traumatized as you recall them for the rest of your life. If I conclude that you've adequately atoned for your behavior and show genuine remorse for harming my lovely, I'll release you Tuesday morning. The slate will be cleared. Do you understand?"
Your breathing, which had almost normalized, is now racing again as you hear our plans for the weekend. Your pupils are still very wide, and your hands tremble as they clutch your skirt. "Yes sir."
"Give me your rings and necklace." I want to have these valuable items later. You hand over your jewelry, leaving your watch on since you'll need it for work.
"Take off your panties."(
You keep your eyes downcast, your face flushed and teary, hands tightly clasped together.
"Patrice, you'll need to remove your necklace and any other jewelry. I'll need them for my use later."
You quickly remove them, not wanting to aggravate me.
Quietly you wriggle and squirm in the seat, raising your dress up as you slide down your black lace panties from your thighs, Wills through your calves, then off your ankles. These are gently passed towards me, their odor filling the car.
I shake my head. "Toss them out the window." Obediently, you lower the window, then reverse out of the parking space, stopping the vehicle in the parking ramp's isle, discarding the panties,
A black leather collar with a silver buckle and a small silver medallion dangling from the hoop is presented to you in my hand. You examine it, believing the engraving on the disk's one side that contains the words "please hurt me" and the other with "If lost, fuck me first, then call" along with my number.
"Here's what's occurring next, darling." You seem puzzled as I give this collar to you. "Shortly, I'll start the engine. You have the responsibility of placing this collar on your neck, stripping naked, also, throw all of your garments out of the window, and have my cock inside your mouth before we leave the parking garage. Fail to finish this target, and I'll kick you out of the vehicle wherever you're dressed on the side of the road, and this will be over. Do you understand?"
With wide eyes and shaky hands, you carefully accept the collar from me with a "Yes, sir."
I put the car into drive and step on the gas.