My secretary came in, carrying the bag of equipment I had requested. I stripped Cindy and told her to bend over a typing desk. Her stomach rested on t...e desk; her torso hung over its edge. I tied her hands to each of the front legs, and then tied her ankles to the back legs, making sure to pull the ropes tight. Her ass protruded upwards, giving me a nice view up into the cleft between her ass-cheeks. I got a pair of vicious nipple clips out of the bag and clipped them onto Cindy's tits. She. I couldn’t believe my eyes. “I thought I told you to lay down,” she said, pushing me back on the bed. “Yes ma’am,” I said. “Mistress,” she said firmly, reaching for the cuffs. “From now on, you shall call me Mistress, or you will feel the sting of my crop.” Ha! The sting of my crop. Nice – she’s really getting into this role-play thing. Without warning, she whacked my hard-on with the business end of a black riding crop. Where the fuck did that come from? “Yes, Mistress,” I grunted through. Part of me, most strangely of all, didn't even want her to remember that I existed. Part of me, didn't want her to feel bad for simply being who she was. I loved who she was, though it killed me inside, and all I could do was run around in circles inside my head, trying to ignore what I knew was true: Charlotte was cheating on me, and thoroughly enjoying it. And why shouldn't she? I didn't own her. I didn't even deserve her. She owes me nothing. Maybe we could still be friends. Maybe she'd let. We settled on the sofa and had been chatting through ideas for the project. I was just getting into it when she suddenly grabbed my thigh." Oh my god I forgot to tell you...'' Grace launched into some gossip about the accounts department. But I wasn't listening, I was flustered from the wine and she hadn't moved her hand from my leg. My heart was racing.'' Hold that thought, I really need to use your bathroom, it must be the wine," I giggled nervously and I made my excuses and escaped to the.