Please Control Me

I want her to trick and deceive me. I want her to be cruel to me by telling me half-truths and twisting things. I want to not be able to tell if she’s lying or telling the truth. I want to be confused and unsure if she means what she says or not.

Keep me off-balance. It will just increase my dependence on her when she chooses to use words of honey. I will long for those pretty words, beg for them.

And right after she tells me how much I mean to her and how much I excite her and how important I am to her, and just as I start to believe it, I want her to laugh in my face and tell me how pathetically gullible I am and that she is only using me for her amusement.

While I was at work, Mistress decided that I would wear clothes pins under my clothes when I went to lunch with work colleagues. Right before lunch she ordered me to go to the restroom and put them on.

I have to short pins that I put on my nipples. So long as I wear a baggy sweater or jacket, noone would notice. I also had to put four regular clothes pins on my balls. So accoutered I returned to the office and joined my colleagues for lunch.

Once away from my desk I was out of contact with Mistress. It’s one thing to suffer pain for someone when they’re there to enjoy it. But it’s another kind of suffering to go through it when you’re totally on your own. Then it’s just hellish.

Normally I have a decent tolerance for clothes pins, but that’s usually when I’m still and they are exposed. I realized pretty quickly that having them rubbing under my clothes, while walking to lunch, and having to hide the pain as I conversed casually with my colleagues was going to be tougher than I expected.

Noone wondered why I was walking slightly more wide-legged than usual as I tried to not rub the clothes pins on my balls. But it was my nipples that hurt the most. My shirt and sweater were pulling on them and despite the fact that they are very short it was still painful.

We got to the restaurant, got our food, and started to eat. I knew that I wasn’t going to make it and that I wouldn’t be able to have the pins on as long as I usually would.

I ate my food quickly, make an excuse to my colleagues, and hobbled as quickly as I could back to the office. I contacted Mistress on the way back to let her know I needed her permission to take the clothes pins off soon. There is a restroom in the building that is for a single person and is completely private. She instructed me to go there.

That rest room is on a somewhat busy corridor, and there is another restroom next to it. There is decent sound proofing but even so, it wouldn’t take a lot of noise for someone outside or in the next rest room to hear. The restroom is in a common area on the ground floor, so is services all floors, not just our office. Thus anyone around is most likely not going to be a colleague of mine.

I waited in the restroom until Mistress was ready and finally we were connected on the phone. She seemed to be enjoying my predicament and wanted to listen as I took the pins off. She instructed me in the order to take them off. I had to suppress my sounds of pain because I didn’t want the person in the next restroom or people in the corridor to hear me. Nevertheless I’m sure some sounds got out which Mistress surely enjoyed.