She felt how fragile, how small she really was. she thought herself strong, but she was weak. As she struggled to build up her strength and keep the ...alls down, she put on a brave face. Those around her were fooled by her brave show, mostly. Those who knew her well, could feel the tension, the barriers built around her. she was not herself. she was a mere shell of the person she had thought she was. Time passed, and she pushed everything to the back of her mind. Two weeks went by, and she. Who sent you? The agency? No one outside of them knows who I am!”There was a moment of silence then the figure said, “All will be revealed when you hand me back my scythe.”Her eyes narrowing, she laughed, “Do I look that stupid? Hand a weapon back to an obvious enemy? No, I think I’ll hang on to this.”There was a sigh then the figure spoke again, “You don’t know who I am, do you? I made a mistake thinking that you would go down that easy. Alright, I am open to negotiation, what do you want in. The concept was that when someone was hung up on a task or asking you for something, they were putting a monkey on your back, even though you might be their boss or even in some other department. The monkeys weren’t there because of some intentional plot to get out of work or slow it down; it was just how people saw a particular job. Dave’s goal was to process all the emails and not end up with any monkeys on his back – tasks that he had to do. He also had some he’d accumulated to unload onto. You took me by surprise, bringing the crop right up between my legs on my pussy lips. "One, Master, thank you!" I cried out. You waited a second and hit me again - "Two, thank you, Master!" You kept going, patiently dragging it out while I shook with anticipation between each blow. Finally, at ten, you stopped, and knelt to gently kiss my sore and sopping pussy. Then you came up on the bed in front of me, kissing me and letting me taste myself as you undid the blindfold. As you broke away.