Free Disobedience by Darker Pleasures Page B

early, yet again, from a trip. If you want them to
hurt, then I can hurt them.
    I had to find creative ways of hiding the
braless look for a week, and I had to stay in concealing tops for
another week after that. Had I been in a cubical cubicle instead of
a corner office, it would have been difficult at best,. nNot that
sitting on my bruised bottom all that time wasn’t difficult.
    But, punishment or not, I can always tell he
enjoys it because of the way he takes me afterward—rough,
wonderfully rough, using me just to slake the need that had built
watching all my best parts bounce and shift as he delivered lash
after lash.
    It’s obvious that it is his favorite way to
torment me. But he is a good Master, probably one of the best. He
truly loves me, he follows the contract, and he never makes up
reasons to punish me that way—no matter how much he enjoys it.
    Tonight, however, he didn’t need to make up
reasons. He had every right, and I was sure this was going to be a
breast and pussy night. He hated Rita. I started gearing myself up
for it, remembering all the benefits that offset the pain.
    But he didn’t mention it at all. Instead, he
went into the den and made a short phone call then came into the
family room and turned on the TV to watch the news. It was Friday
night, and it was still early, so there was still a lot of time
left in the evening for him to take me downstairs for
punishment.
    I picked up the book I was reading,
“ Dreamcatcher” , by Stephen King. I liked
the book, but found I couldn’t concentrate on it. I read the same
paragraph over and over and still didn’t know what it said. I
couldn’t get the idea that he was planning something out of my
head.
    “It’s about time to go, Jessie.”
    As wrapped up as I was in my thoughts, I
jumped when he spoke. I thought he had changed his mind about going
out, and I was sitting there waiting for him to tell me to go
downstairs. We were going out after all.
    “Where are we going, Master? What should I
wear?”
    “Nothing,” he replied.
    I was certain I’d misheard him.
“Nothing?”
    “Nothing but your black collar.”
    Nothing but my black collar? He’s taking
me out naked? I couldn’t believe it. He had never taken me out
naked before. I’d gotten undressed at other places, but never
leaving the house that way.
    “Are you serious? I’m supposed to go with no
clothes on?” I couldn’t help it. It wasn’t as if I was a housewife,
like Rita. I knew people.
    His eyes met mine. They were as hard as
steel, flashing anger at my response. He was dead serious, and he
was still within his rights. God, naked!
    I went to my room and took off my clothes and
the gold collar, as much good as it had done. I just sat on the
edge of the bed with the black collar in my hands. If I had any
idea he would do this, I would never have disobeyed. I had to
admit, a part of me enjoyed the occasional punishment—it was
probably a subconscious part of the reason I went out to begin
with—but this, this humiliation, came out of left field. Naked!
He is taking me out naked!
    “Jessie, get down here!”
    I jumped up, hastily put the collar around my
neck, and ran to the family room. I felt my breasts bouncing and my
bottom jiggling the entire way. My pussy felt way too bare. It
wasn’t as if I was concerned about my looks. I was always
comfortable with my body. My Master had seen to that. The only time
I thought twice about things was when he was punishing or playing
with them. But the knowledge that I was going to be in public this
way made everything seem exposed.
    He was standing there waiting for me, my
leash in hand. Without a word, he snapped the leash on the collar
and led me into the garage.
    “We’ll take the Lexus tonight.”
    Normally, I love going out in the Lexus, but
tonight I didn’t want to go in it, or in anything. Naked! God!
He is taking me out, and I’m stark naked! It was all I could
think of. At least it’s dark, maybe no one will see.