She wasn’t sure how she got there, but she saw herself in the mirror that was on the ceiling. Bruises dotted her body from her struggles before. The... straps were the next thing she noticed, holding her arms above her head and her legs spread wide on the cream sheets. A lush red comforter lay crumpled at the base, half off the bed on the deep burgundy carpet. She didn’t feel inclined to move. A voice in her head told her she was obediently staying still, and that was a good thing. It tingled in. I went into the bathroom. My bottom was still a bit stingy from the punishment and I was still wearing my wrist cuffs, thigh highs, panties and high heels. I opened box 2 and found a thin but long wooden paddle. My heart almost sunk. I did not think I could endure another punishment but knew that I had to do as I was ordered. Then I opened box 3, inside was a pair of nipple clamps and a large, heavy wooden bar with metal loops attached. I quickly retouched my face and returned to the room with. She asked `what the hell is this`? i told her it was a joke and that i was sorry and explained it wasn`t meant for her,she sat opposite me crossing her legs and tapped the tip of her pen on the notepad asked me `what do you think ive got to do Daz`? ,`Sack me i said` gingerly,`look im sorry Jane,ive messed up and it was a mistake,it wont happen again` i quickly added.Jane agreed it was a sackable offence but would keep it from her boss and keep it between us if i promised to do one. But I do travel for the charities fairly often and I dont want to get bored while on the road. I also have a disposal team that does a daily pick up of dead cunts from my basement. No one but me knows anything about either team and though it might seem risky to have anyone but myself involved, Ill tell you why its not. First of all, theyre all well paid, very well paid, they have their own great houses and lives. Second, they get to fuck all the cunts they bring me and all the live cunts before.