Help Wanted [*Complete*]

15

"On occasion, Sir may take on the submissive or slave of another to help facilitate in training or correcting reoccurring bad behavior. It is a submissive's duty to never show their discomfort at such an arrangement, though it is perfectly acceptable to voice one's opinions during aftercare."

The day was business as usual, and by usual I meant usual for anyone else. There were no sex games played, no subtle hint that he owned me. That cool professional distance resumed, it somehow made all my soreness that much more pronounced.

When we returned to the penthouse Mr. Emery took me up to his room and opened the door to that secret closet. Belinda was blindfolded while suspended from the ceiling in elaborate bondage with the ring gag still in place. A wand vibrator pressed flush to the apex of her body. She panted and moaned as an orgasm ripped through her body, tensing through it. Against her pale palms were two boxes.

Belinda held my attention, a slight thread of envy ran through me as she writhed causing her body to slowly turn around revealing ear buds tucked in place.

"It's not as cruel as it looks. The yellow button stops the vibrator for thirty minutes. If she had hit the red twice she'd have been lowered, the cuffs would have released and the door would unlock. And I'd have received a text message to get her."

He walked over to the panel on the wall hitting a few buttons, the web which held Belinda lowered to the ground and her wrists released.

"Natalia, I'm going to bathe Belinda. I expect you naked by the door to my office by the time I finish." He slung her over his shoulder and stepped past me. For a while I lingered staring into the closet. Ending up there was if I agreed to become an official Society slave.

Returning to my bathroom, I stripped down and quickly showered, careful not to get my hair or makeup wet. As I stood nude in that distractingly white room the deep brown of the mehndi tattoo caught my attention in the mirror. I liked to look at it knowing that mark claimed me as his. I stroked my fingers under the script as a smile tugged my lips.

I went to take my spot beside the door to his office. Left to my own thoughts I'd realized how engrossed in Mr. Emery I'd become.

I kept my eyes shut until Mr. Emery touched my chin tilting my face up toward his. Belinda was crawling awkwardly on all fours behind him. Placing one of us on either side of his desk, he turned on the small television against the wall. He wasn't one for clutter the office looked about as well lived in as a freshly renovated hotel room.

"May I lay down, Sir?" Belinda asked, drawing my attention.

"No." Mr. Emery responded not even looking up. His fingers continued to frantically clack at the keys. "Natalia, would you make me some coffee?" Though he phrased it as a question I knew it really wasn't one.

"Of course, Mr. Emery." I complied.

When I returned I found Belinda slung across Mr. Emery's knees as he spanked her. She squealed though I could tell from the sound his hand made as it hit the curve of her bottom that he wasn't hitting her hard. After spending the day more or less neglected I set the coffee mug beside his keyboard and turned my attention to the television.

Calm down. He's not your boyfriend, remember?

My reassuring thoughts did nothing to stop my eyes from growing dry as tears threatened. Friday couldn't come soon enough. I wanted Belinda gone, the sooner the better. I didn't cry, but I did stare unblinkingly at the television for a while.