Monogamy Is For Men Only ( Mary the femdom intern story)

CHAPTER 9: REFLECTION

Upon reflection, I can almost feel the extreme absolutely crippling pain of my throbbing dick that night. Without question, that was the most physical pain whatsoever I've experienced in my life. And, having played team sports, surfed, kayaked and rode BMX for years, I don't say that without many many painful experiences.

The emotional and mental anguish I experienced that night was equally devastating. Unfortunately, not the worse of my life. Although, at the time, I would not have believed it could get more emotional or mentally painful than that evening. In retrospect, I should have been preparing myself for more, much more for several years to come.

Instead, I was focused on trying to conceal the excruciating pain in my groin from my coworkers and my boss the following Monday. Not until my secretary poked her head into my office to remind me of my 3:00 pm staff meeting did I realize it wasn't working.

"Do you need to go the doctor for that?" she said.

"For what?"

"For whatever it is that's hurting you."

"Nothing is hurting me. I'm just tired," I replied without looking up.

"Tired? We all figured you must have been in a car wreck over the weekend. But at lunch, we noticed your truck wasn't smashed up. Now, the talk is you must have been mugged or beat up?"

WTF I thought! It's bad enough hearing I wasn't fooling anyone. OK, so everyone at work knows I am hurting. But, mugged or beat up. WTF.

I looked up at my secretary and tried to shrug it all off with, "Mugged or beat up. Of course NOT!"

As if on cue, Mary popped out from behind my secretary with a big smile and declared,

"Yep, she knows exactly why you are in so much pain."

Then Mary and my secretary both started hysterically laughing at me.

My secretary took a few steps into my office, stopped laughing and looked me in the eyes very seriously an said,

"Don't worry, I won't tell everyone the real reason you are hurting is that you have such a small cock that Mary had to punish it with a severe beating that lasted all weekend."

Still laughing, my secretary said goodbye to Mary and laughed all the way back to her desk.

Panicked, I looked at Mary. "Jesus Mary. My secretary! How fucking embarrassing!" I lamented.

Grinning ear to ear Mary said nothing. She just stood there looking ten feet tall and beaming at me. Holy shit. I was scarred out of my mind and Mary was getting off on it. I was panic-stricken, terrified and frightened.

I was a highly recruited business director brought in less then a month ago making 6 figures a year; one of six executives in a division with over 100 people who she just completely embarrassed and absolutely humiliated in front of his secretary. Mary triumphantly stood there smiling at me; not saying a word and laughing at me; loving every second of my misery.

I lowered my head and looked at my desk. I felt like shit: helpless, speechless, worthless, stupid, useless and depressed. Mary stood there silently for a couple of minutes and then left without saying anything. I looked up from my desk and watched Mary's beautiful tight young butt as she walked out office.

I followed that young tight ass straight to my secretary's desk. As my secretary and Mary shared another laugh, no doubt at my expense, I looked up at the clock. I had 10 minutes to gather up what was left of myself before the staff meeting.

I sat alone in the conference room waiting with 8 minutes left before the start of the staff meeting. After my secretary had informed me of the office-wide observation and speculation of my pain, I was more than a little self-conscious. I decided to be the first to the meeting and, ideally, be the last one leaving the conference room. I didn't want anyone that was going to attend the staff meeting to see me walking, sitting down &/or getting up from a seating position as, obviously, these were the activities that made it impossible to conceal my physical pain.

Hiding my anxiety, paranoia and worry was an entirely different story. Waiting in the empty, silent conference room, all I could think about was my secretary saying,

                            "Don't worry, I won't tell everyone the real reason you are hurting is that you have                                such a small cock that Mary had to punish it with a severe beating that lasted all                                   weekend."

It was the fact that my secretary said 'everyone' and not 'anyone' that had me now really freakin' out. Everyone about to attend this staff meeting all had secretaries. And, all secretaries talk gossip.

My secretary always chose her words carefully and deliberately when speaking. My secretary said 'everyone' instead of 'anyone' for a reason. I was terrified of the ramifications, which could be staggering.

She could exclude personally telling ONE person at work and perfectly fit the definition of not telling 'everyone'. Likewise, she could personally tell only ONE person at work; knowing/asking/telling that one person to 'spread the word'.

I was fucked! I had no way of predicting, knowing or preparing for the workplace ramifications coming from Mary telling my secretary, my secretary knowing and my secretary saying 'everyone' instead of 'anyone'.

My coworkers were arriving and the conference room table chairs were filling as I came to the conclusion that I had to move forward with this assumption. Everyone at work either knew already or were going to know shortly the real reason they saw me in so much pain and hurting: my cock was so small that the young hot-as-fuck and pretty intern Mary beat the shit out of it. The staff meeting was starting.

Thankfully, it was a long, demanding staff meeting that kept my mind focused on business dealings and way too busy to be thinking about what happened earlier with Mary, myself and my secretary. As planned, I purposely kept busy writing my notes up on the meeting so I was the last one to leave the conference room that evening. And, since the meeting didn't end until after 5:30 pm, the office was all but empty and I didn't have to see my secretary.

When I did see my secretary the next morning it was if nothing had happened. I kept waiting for my secretary to say something humiliating, or worse, something blackmailing. At the same time, I was on the constant look out for the slightest gesture, facial expression &/or words from every person at work to see if they treated me any differently; thus signaling that they knew something.

The next day turned into the next week and then the next month. Nothing! I almost forgot all about it. Almost! The workplace ramifications of Mary telling my secretary everything didn't come for nearly a year.