When they reach the door to the office, he ties the leash to the handle, and disappears inside.When they reach the door to the office, he ties the leash to the handle, and disappears inside. She assumes the waiting position, glad for the fact that, this time, she has been allowed her clothing. The searing pain has diminished somewhat, although sitting back on her heels is enough of a discomfort to keep her from settling back completely. As she listens, the sounds of desk and cabinet drawers being opened and closed filters through the door, and the sound of unidentifiable items being set carelessly down on the desk. She shivers. The ache in her body is not completely from what she has already been subjected to; rather, there is a tension forming, of its own free will it seems, in her breasts and between her legs. Tied to the door until he is ready for her, she waits. Minutes tick by interminably. There are no clocks in this hallway, nor any windows to tell her how dark, or how late it has become. Her knees are becoming sore, and her shoulders have commenced a slow throb from being used as unfamiliar sources of locomotion. She continues to shift her weight back and forth, finding that the slight rocking motion accompanying her adjustments tends to push the warm flesh between her legs tight against her clit. Almost distractedly, she begins to rock a little bit faster, the movements becoming swifter, shorter, and a little more forcefully. The muscles in her legs twitch in unison with the twinges of pleasure beginning to form in her groin, and she consciously needs to control her breathing; the amplification of the empty hallway would certainly carry the sounds of her growing arousal through the door. Almost oblivious to the slight swing of the leash, she digs the fingers clenched at the back of her neck into a fist, her legs rocking her towards an orgasm which, if she doesn't get now, will be forced to wait a considerable amount of time for, at the hands of her master. She is aware of the heat and the wet between her legs, and closes her eyes against the onslaught ... ...only to be jerked forward a moment too soon by the door opening suddenly. He stands in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, watching her with an almost amused smile. |