Sir

"Damn, what an asshole. And how did I ever put up with him for so long. It's even annoying that he turned out to be such a snot, such a jerk. And I'm a fool for falling for such an idiot. 'Sorry, but there can't be anything more between us.' Oh, please. Can't even fuck properly, and he's already pontificating about what can and can't be..." — thoughts were spinning wildly in my head. I was fuming about what my ex-boyfriend had just told me. I was sitting in my office, fiddling with a pencil in my hand. I mindlessly tried to bend it. Suddenly, just as it snapped with a crack, Lena walked into the office.

"Hey there. What are you doing here?"

she chirped cheerfully.

"Oh, nothing. Just pissed off at these assholes, these men."

"Don't be so categorical. I think there are worthy specimens out there."

"Maybe you can help me find one," I just threw out casually.

We laughed. Then Lena looked at my computer screen. The screensaver was a drawn picture of a huge Lucifer tormenting a slender girl in his embrace. He dug his claws into her body, wrapped his tail around her legs. Thin streams of scarlet blood seeped from under his claws. The devil opened his mouth with huge teeth, trying to bite the girl on the neck, which she had inadvertently left exposed while trying to evade him.

"What's that? Do you like it?"

"Yeah, sort of. Sometimes I get in a lyrical mood. So I set it. For some reason, I want to feel defenseless in a man's hands. And they're all, not that strong..." — I got emotional for some reason and felt uncomfortable. I lowered my eyes.

"Want to feel truly submissive to a man?" — Lena placed her palm on top of mine, which was resting on the desk. She looked into my eyes with an insistent gaze when I raised them.

I couldn't answer right away, but my quickened breathing probably gave away my desire. I think I even got wet between my legs. Lena felt me trembling.

"There's an option. I wanted you to like it."

"But?" — I mumbled quietly.

"Trust me and do what I say. Even if you have doubts, don't back down. You'll understand later. So, what do you say, agree?"

"Well, sort of..."

"Should I call?"

I could only let out a helpless sigh.

"Give me the phone."

I handed Lena the phone receiver. She dialed a number. Waited for a few rings.

"Good day, Sir."

"Why didn't she say his surname after 'Sir'?" — flashed through my head. "And the tone of address isn't very businesslike. Almost apologetic."

"Yes, yes, I remember everything," Lena continued quietly into the receiver. "I also wanted to say I won't be alone. Yes, yes, I told her everything, Sir. Yes, I'll explain. Don't worry, Sir. Understood. We'll be at your place by 6 PM. Okay." — she hung up.

"Maybe we shouldn't?" — I started having doubts. I had a feeling I'd gotten myself into something.

"Well. There's no turning back now. They'll be expecting us this evening."

"But I wasn't planning on having sex with anyone today. Especially group sex. What have you gotten me into?" — I tried to pull my hand out from under Lena's.

"Calm down. It's not exactly sex. Though you will have to be naked. Trust me." — she pressed my palm harder against the desk, and I calmed down. "Better let's figure out how to slip out of the office unnoticed and quickly. Because being late for the meeting could get us punished."

"Oh, is that a problem? Pashka's on duty today. You know how he stares at short skirts?" — I glanced at Lena's knees. "I'll whisper to him to register us later."

"Okay. Then let's go."

Lena and I left the office, got into her car, and drove towards the northern part of the city, where the private house district was located. The feeling that something extraordinary was about to happen scared me and at the same time enticed me. On the way, Lena explained that we were going to a man's house. She's been seeing him for a long time. But their meetings are more like games than sex. She really likes obeying him, his rude whims, his light sadism. According to her, he is both cruel and tender at the same time. Anyway, I'll see for myself soon.

We arrived. A nice, small house. Lena takes out a remote to open the gates, opens them. We drive into the yard. Get out of the car. I look around. Neatly trimmed grass, a few bushes in front of the house, flowers.

"Like it?"

"Yes, good taste."

"He's not back yet. We have time to prepare."

"Ah, we need to prepare?"

"Alright, don't grumble. Let's go into the house quickly."

Lena took me by the hand and dragged me into the house. Inside, everything was cozy and clean too. As if a single man didn't live here. Large windows let in plenty of light.

"Yeah, I clean here sometimes," Lena said, as if understanding my silent question. "Maybe you will too..."

I let out a scoffing breath.

"Let's go downstairs. Our place today isn't here." — Lena took my hand again and pulled me down the stairs.

We went down a level and Lena opened a door. We went inside. It was a closed room without windows, so completely dark. Lena turned on the light with a switch by the entrance. A single dim bulb barely illuminated the room, creating a semi-darkness.

So, this is what Lena was hinting at. I've come across websites with pictures and videos of girls being tied up and tortured online a few times. I was ashamed to even admit it to myself, but I really wanted to be in their place. I wanted a man to.....

"Like it?" — Lena's voice brought me back to reality.

"What is this?" — I tried to feign incomprehension.

"Oh. How to put it? Have you never heard of S&M, submission, role-playing sex, and other manifestations of unusual sexual attraction?"

"Well, I've heard something..."

"Want to try?" — Lena asked me directly, holding my hand.

"Yes," — I whispered quietly.

"Then let's not get distracted. Our Master doesn't like it when he's not listened to."

"Our?" — I tried to look surprised.

"For now, only mine, but I hope he'll become ours. Don't resist, do what I advise. Get undressed?" — Lena, setting an example, started taking off her office suit. Her skirt and jacket landed on one of the stools. Then she quickly unclasped and removed her bra, remaining only in lace panties, stockings with lace tops, and shoes.

She nodded with her eyes for me to take off my trousers and blouse. With uncooperative hands, I unbuttoned and took off my blouse, then unzipped my trousers and pulled them down. Bending over, I stuck out my butt in a thong for Lena.

"Oh! You were preparing for sex today."

"Yeah, I was preparing," — I grumbled, remembering my asshole.

"Don't worry, you didn't prepare for nothing. Don't take off your shoes. The Master likes high heels."

"The Master?"

"Try calling him that. Otherwise, you'll get extra punishment."

"Even that?" — my pride sometimes returned.

"Wait here a second. I'm going upstairs."

Lena went out the door, from which a beam of sunlight flashed. It was a bit eerie to be alone in this dark basement. She was gone for a few minutes. Then the sound of her heels on the wooden stairs was heard, bright light again when the door opened, and semi-darkness again.

Lena brought three glasses, a bottle of wine, fruit, cigarettes, and a lighter, which she placed on a small table near the armchair. She uncorked the bottle, poured wine into only one glass. After that, she lit the candles in the candlesticks. It became brighter, and the flames danced merrily, casting shadows on the walls. For the first time, I looked at Lena as a very sexy girl, with a slender figure, long hair. For a second, I wanted to become a lesbian.

"I think he's here," Lena said, listening to the sounds upstairs. "Try to get into it and do everything he says."

I still didn't comprehend what I would do next, just decided to let things take their course. Meanwhile, Lena took me by the hand, led me to the door, indicated for me to stand by the door so that the person entering could walk past me, straight to the armchair. She herself stood next to me, only closer to the door, turned off the light bulb, leaving only the candles to illuminate the room. She put her hands behind her back, clasping her palms there. She pressed her legs tightly together, standing on the floor. With a look, she indicated for me to do the same.

"We will wait for the Master," Lena said, bowing her head.

Inside me, the desire to follow her, created by the atmosphere of submission, and the desire to remain proud began to fight. "Alright, whatever will be, will be."

A tedious wait began. Upstairs, hollow sounds of someone walking could be heard. This went on for quite a while, as if no one was planning to come down to us. I looked questioningly at Lena. She glanced at me and made it clear that this was how it should be, and quickly lowered her eyes again. She seemed to have already sunk into some kind of mini-trance.

Finally, footsteps were heard descending the stairs to us.

"Bow," Lena hissed quietly.

"Why should I bow?" — I wanted to think, but then the door swung open sharply, bathing us in bright light, and immediately closed. A man, about forty years old, passed by us without pausing even for a microsecond, not even glancing at us. He was quite solidly built, broad-shouldered, with a confident, firm gait and movements. Very regular and slightly angular facial features revealed an authoritative nature.

Approaching the armchair, he sat down and continued looking not in our direction. He took a cigarette, a lighter, and lit up. He did all this so casually that I was already looking at him with admiration. "What a stud Lena's snagged for herself!" — flashed through my head.

"What is this?" — he suddenly said in a low, velvety voice. That timbre suddenly made me start getting wet down below. I didn't immediately understand what he was talking about.

"Come here and explain, bitch, what is this?"

Lena, who knew her Master well, approached the armchair and, standing to the side, began to speak:

"This is my friend, the one I told you about. Forgive her, I explained to her, but she's not yet in the know."

"Ah, so that's who he meant! He said 'what' about me. What a bastard! If I were closer, I'd slap him." — proud indignation flared up inside me.

"Come here." — his gaze was like an arrow thrown in my direction for the first time. Moreover, he didn't even let it touch my body. He was just drilling into my eyes with his. His hand was pointing to the space in front of the armchair, in front of his feet resting on the footstool, where I probably should move.

And where did my pride go at that moment? Like an obedient rabbit, I approached and stood before him, continuing to hold my hands behind my back. Now I was completely before him. He examined me all over, lingering for a long time on my hips, panties, breasts.

"What's your name?" — He asked, and without even waiting for an answer, continued, "Though, what difference does it make what your real name is. It has no meaning here. I'll give you another one later. And you will respond to it, just like she," — He nodded at Lena, — "responds to 'bitch'. I hope that's clear?"

My contradictory essence tried to object, but He quickly stood up and came close. Only a couple of centimeters separated him from me. He leaned slightly over my shoulder. I heard his breathing near my ear; I even thought a wolf was growling. It seems He inhaled the scent of my hair. I was melting at the prospect of being fucked by him right now.

But. He didn't touch me with any part of his body. He began to circle me, examining my ass, back, shoulders, shoulder blades. While he was circling, I saw Lena's approving, smiling gaze, still standing nearby.

"I sense you're headstrong. Though, of course, quite beautiful." — his voice was stern.

"Thank you."

"More correctly, 'Thank you, Master'," Lena prompted.

"Thank you, Master," I repeated.

"Hmm." — a half-smile flashed across his face for a split second. "Alright. Anyway, you still need to be taught and taught. To start, we'll learn to hold our hands." — He walked to the wall, took down a pair of handcuffs, and handed them to Lena.

Lena came up behind me.

"Move your hands back a little," she whispered to me.

For some reason, I myself wanted to be shackled by the handcuffs. I moved my hands slightly away from my back and felt the iron bands close around my wrists. I tried to pull my hands apart, but they were firmly locked together. For the first time, I felt an awkward discomfort.

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