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Subject: The Bank Manager's Radio Controlled Slave - part twenty-one
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'The Bank Manager's Radio Controlled Slave'
Part Twenty-one
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Copyright: 1986 thru 1997. Christine Stevenson.
He heard Karin clicking down the stairs a couple of
times during the day, she looked through a spyhole he
guessed, then went away again.
Then after dark she came in again, still wearing the
same outfit. Donal thought, 'Wow! Imagine walking
around like that all day, just as well it's summer'.
She was carrying a coiled bullwhip and Donal's decision
was made in a flash. He scurried over to her and kissed
her feet. "I'm sorry for my attitude earlier today
Madam, please forgive me. Please help me to reform my
ways, I promise to try as hard as I can to follow your
wishes."
Karin just stood there and basked in glow of conquest.
This was, without doubt, the moment she savoured the
most. They were all so predictable. They resisted a
little at first but eventually they broke and it was
'all over bar the shouting'. Of course sometimes you
would get a relapse, but they were rare. Something to
do with the stupid male ego she assumed, but nothing
she couldn't handle. Once they started down the path to
submission, the rest was just tailoring the psyche into
loyal and obedient acceptance of their servile
position.
Once Donal had started he found it difficult to stop.
In some ways it was a relief to at least have made a
decision, whatever might come of it in the future. His
enthusiasm bubbled over and he grovelled at her feet
begging for her forgiveness.
"Enough!" Karin ordered. "Now we can start to improve
things for you a little. Follow me," she turned and he
started to rise, "on your knees," she instructed. Donal
struggled up the stairs after her, the difficulty of
his progress at least had the effect of keeping his
erection in check. Following as he was behind her, he
could see her beautiful body tantalisingly displayed
above him, but his erection never fully developed.
Instead he concentrated on not banging his knees on the
stairs, and tried to remember his 'manners'. She led
him through to a small sitting room that had been
converted into her office.
She seated herself behind the desk, similar in almost
every respect, to the last one he had seen her at. She
pointed to the open front of the desk and said, "Kneel
there in front of the desk. I may have to communicate
with you in order to rehabilitate you, but I certainly
don't have to look at you!" Karin could be so cruel,
without even having to try hard.
It was true, kneeling in front of the desk he was
totally out of sight. He of course could either avert
his eyes or look through the open fronted desk at
Karin's seated body. She had long since got rid of the
modesty board as it would obviously have interfered
with her fun. He wished he had the strength of
character to avert his eyes, he knew he would pay for
it but he couldn't help staring at the crotch of her
knickers. She reclined in her chair, aggressively open
legged and apparently careless of displaying herself.
It was probably the cruellest insult of all. Showing no
modesty at all suggested that he had ceased to be
acknowledged as a man. Her total lack of concern as she
stood over him, legs astride or sat in positions that
allowed him such erotic sights, was either a deliberate
tease, or worse, it meant he was viewed as nothing more
than an object or pet.
He had never been so completely ignored in his life, it
was as if he did not exist - the invisible man.
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