Sunday – the Day of Retribution. The day I atone for my mistakes from Friday and Saturday. The morning began with me waking up after Boss. He had left a note on his pillow: Come to my office immediately. do not stop by the bathroom. Do not dress.

I groaned and did as he said despite my full bladder. He was seated behind his desk, dressed in black jeans and a white, button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms. He looked every inch The Boss. I stood before his desk, arms at my sides, eyes down.

“From my accounting, here’s the list of misdeeds from the last two days. One – sucking my cock without permission. Two – Allowing a whiskey stone to fall from your pussy. Three – Not using my title at least twice. Four – Coming without permission. Five – Stopping Fellatio without permission. Six – Asking for a butt plug to be removed.” He looked up at me. “Anything more to add?”

I gulped, thought, then added quietly, “Well, I did try to pull away when you were attaching the second nipple clip around the tree yesterday.”

“Ah. So you did.” He made scribbling sounds which I assumed meant he was adding that offense to his list. “Let’s begin, then. I’m afraid it’s going to be a long, uncomfortable day for you.”

He stood and walked around the desk to me. “Open your mouth.”

I did so. He inserted a rubber covered metal device which held my mouth wide open. “This is a strapless Ring gag. You will wear it periodically throughout the day. It is adjustable, so sometimes, it will be barely open, others, quite wide. You will not be able to speak, eat or drink while this is inserted, but you may scream or moan. I’ll start with it barely open. Bend over the desk now.”

The gag wasn’t terribly uncomfortable at the moment, but I could see where it would be if opened wider. I bent over his desk where he attached ankle cuffs and anchored them to the legs of his desk. Then, he showed me what he would be using. I paled. a flogger made of metal beads.

Luckily, his swing was quite gentle, a warm up really, until he began aiming it at my open and vulnerable pussy. Despite his gentle swing, I did indeed scream through my gag. Once the tears, snot and drool were flowing, he stopped, walked in front of me, and adjusted the mouth gag to it’s widest. He unzipped his trousers, grasped my hair tightly, and began to fuck my open mouth. I gagged. I spluttered. I clawed the desk. And, I exploded with pleasure.

“Tsk, Tsk. Again, you’ve orgasmed without permission,” he scolded as he released his cum down my throat. “Swallow it all.”

No easy task, but I managed it. By this point, my mouth had been held open for close to an hour. Thank fully, he released my gag.

“How’s that bladder?” he asked.

Damn. I’d forgotten until he said that. Now, I really, really needed to pee!! However, I was still locked to his desk.

“Please, Boss. Please let me use that bathroom,” I begged.

He laughed and said I had to earn that privilege. He did, though, place a metal bucket between my legs and said, “Go ahead. When you finish, I’ll release you and you can empty and scrub your bucket. After, fix my breakfast and seat yourself at my feet.”

Silently, I did so. Boss proceeded to feed me from his plate. This would be our routine for the rest of the day when it came to meals.

“Pinch your nipples,” he commanded. “Prepare them for clipping.”

I moaned, and did so. He bent down and screwed on the clips. At first, they weren’t very tight, for which I was grateful. I cleaned up the table and breakfast things while he read the paper. Then, he ordered me to stand in front of him and recite my rules.

“Always use your title when we are in a scene.” He tightened the right clip.

“Come only with permission.” He tightened the left clip.

“When allowed to be on top, my ass will always be filled.” Tightening.

“What you put in or on me only you may remove.” Tightening. By this point, tears were forming in my eyes.

“Use my safeword only if I am in danger or need a break.” Tightening.

“While I may ask for clarification, you set all expectations.” Tightening. I cried out.

“All retributions will be accepted with grace and dignity.” Tightening.

I was sobbing by this time. Boss stood then pushed me down onto the hard table, flattening my breasts against it. He grabbed the stick of butter still on the table, still chilled from the fridge, and inserted it into my anus. He then grabbed a fork he had kept when I cleaned off the table and began to run it over my back and bottom, scratching hard enough to leave marks, but not hard enough to hurt. I was sobbing, which he wisely ignored. I could feel the butter melt inside of me and begin to drip from my body. He also saw this and thrust his cock deep inside of me.

It was probably too soon for him to come again, so this was simply for the pleasure of fucking. I absolutely adore his cock in my ass and soon began to beg for permission to orgasm.

“I don’t think so,” he ground out. “You haven’t earned that yet.”

He pulled out of me, ordered me to clean him with a warm wash cloth, then to clean up the mess on the floor. Before I could begin, however, he again inserted the mouth guard, opening it wide.

“You’re going to be dripping butter for a while, so to help you, I’m going to put in a stopper,” he stated. I was kneeling on the floor, washing away the drips I had caused. “Ass up.”

He inserted a very large, metal ball plug. “Now,” he explained as I continued to scrub, “soon you will begin to cramp and need to evacuate your bowels. Come to me when that happens. Bring your bucket. Kneel with ass in the air facing me. I’ll remove the plug. You will then sit on the bucket while I fuck your mouth. You’d better have eliminated by the time I come down your throat or that plug will go right back in.”

I groaned. About twenty minutes later, I had to follow his orders to the letter. Then, I emptied and scrubbed my disgusting bucket.

This process of humiliation, punishment, and pain continued throughout the day. Finally, around 7:30 that evening, Boss had me lying on the table again, this time on my back, my legs on his shoulders, his cock again buried in my ass, and finally, he gave permission for me to come. I did. Exploding. Thanking him. Babbling. Seeing colors behind my closed eyes.

After my shower and use of the actual toilet, I cuddled next to him on the couch. “Boss?” I said.

“Hmmmm?”

“This weekend was amazing.”

He laughed and said, “It was. You’re going to be very sore for several days, though. Was it worth it?”

Feeling warm, snuggled, and very loved, I replied, “Every minute of it.”