For a moment, I panicked; I wondered if he would even come back, hoping he wouldn’t leave me in the state I was. But, I calmed myself and realized h... would never do that to me. I lay there, tied up, naked, lost in my thoughts, guessing his plans for me. Soon, I heard him coming back into the room. There was another sound as well, a faint clinking. I couldn’t guess what he had brought. I felt him near me and then a fraction of his weight on me. Suddenly his mouth was on my breasts, lightly. But she'd cut off my nuts if she found me cheating with a chick. Now get over here and get to work."I crawled across the cold cement floor and ran my hand over the enormous outline of Craig's cock. I mouthed his rod through his thin wool slacks, tasting the precum that had soaked through the material."That's it bitch. Use your mouth and unzip me. Put those hands behind your back and keep them there."I was shaking with anticipation and did my best to unzip his pants with my teeth. He wasn't. My name is Mick O’Dell and I am the brains of the outfit. No, that’s BS. I am the idea man. I am the one who says “Let’s do this!”. Bert is the one who tells me if it can or can’t be done. If he says it can’t be done, I ask what do we have to do to do it?Gloria was the zookeeper. She was the one who calmed down the fights and fired us up the times we felt lost. As the company expanded she, at one time or another did the book keeping and payroll. She was HR. She answered the phones and saw to it. I showed it to her and watched her tremble with terrible anticipation. I had only given it to her twice before and she probably retained those ordeals in her memory bank. Of course, I first asked her ritualistically if she was at peace with her punishment. I would never force her training on her because that would defeat the purpose of self-imposed behavior modification. The beautiful girl had tears in her eyes but she cried out loud and clear, “Yes, master, please give me the cane. I am so.