I emptied my bladder into that pipe.Some time later, I heard footsteps, and the light came on. Someone flipped the lid up and I saw Julie, in a simila... outfit as when I met her in Eddie's Friday night, looking down at me."Hi Julie!" I said, so happy to see her again.Without a word, Julie reached up and opened that cabinet door, removed sort of leather strap, and slapped me with it. "Didn't Mistress Erica explain how to be a proper slave?" she scolded me."Yes, Mistress Julie," I gasped.She. I bent over to touch my toes. My futa-cock swayed before me as I leaned over more and more. My blonde hair fell down past my head. I strained, fingers extended for my toes. I fought to keep my legs straight as my stomach began to burn. My cock wiggled and wagged, drawing my eyes.It thrust at my face now, thick and hard. A bead of precum grew at the tip. I could just get my eyes to focus on it. But it was so close to me. The slightest movement made it bob wildly from side to side, almost dancing. I stood there in silence and shock. Susie spoke with the man and he grabbed me by the wrist and led me deeper into the dungeon.I began to sob as I realized I had no control over what was happening and things were getting strange. He sat down and forced my naked body over his lap and said, "Count sissy," as his hand came down on my bottom. I let out a shrieking, "One," and he smiled. The blows continued for some time. When we reached fifty he let up and the girls all clapped their hands and. It helps that we flirt mercilessly, and she's totally filthy.So to say I was disappointed when I found out that she had to go home for a month would be a serious understatement. Don't get me wrong, there are many other fine women at work, as I mentioned, but she's a special one. She's also my wank fantasy of choice at the moment. Usually in the work showers (I play tennis beside work but use the work changing rooms as they're nicer than the tennis club's).As it turned out though, things.