Page 23 of The Secret Job: Into the Depths of Depravity
“True,” I nod my head in agreement. Sophie’s life intrigues me. The kink scene and the people in it intrigue me. I must be in the right place if I’m not appalled I guess.
“Ok honey, I need to get a wiggle on. I have a facial booked in at 3pm.”
I narrow my eyes at her and ask coyly, “What kind of facial, Sophie?”
Looking up from her bag she sees the twinkle in my eye, “Not that kind of facial you minx!”
Laughing together we stand from the table and leave. As usual we have a hug and go on our way. I head back to my office as it’s time to start boxing up its contents and work out what to do with the remaining stock.
The moment I sit down at my desk, I open my laptop and seek out the jobs I remember seeing last week. I log on to the Playmate Portal and click on the Red job board. The DDLG job is gone but there is a Needle play on Friday. I check my calendar for Friday and don’t have anything in. I considerasking James but I think we’re past the stage of checking in on the kind of jobs I want to do. Especially since the seven day captive one. I know the Red jobs are new, but I feel almost no different trying them then I did on say the Green board. Everything is new to me, yes piercing my skin with needles sounds a bit extreme but I can’t help what the body wants. I click on the job for more details:
Friday 6pm – 4hrs, MM/FP, Needle play $12,000
Come along and be my patient as I extract your piercing pain for my pleasure. Allow me to create a work of art on your most private parts. I use new hypodermic needles and a doctor’s grade sanitation level of before and after care. Once you are suitably pierced to perfection, I will turn you over and make love to your arsehole. Once we get into play, I ask for silence whilst I work on my creation. A bare pussy is required.
Member 657
Well that doesn’t remind me too much of Frankenstein,I think to myself. And yet my curiosity spikes at the person behind wanting to do this to someone’s body. My mind takes me back to Carl and how he took so much care shaving me intimately and that’s all I need to apply for the job. I know this guy won’t be Carl, but I’m not afraid of what he wants to do to my body. I want to feel what he does to my body, I want to know how he is going to make me feel. And with that, I click apply.
Dear Member 657,
Please use my body to create the art that turns you on so much that you turn me over and fuck me. I want to feel the needles caressmy skin, I want to feel your touch as you push the needles into my most private parts for your pleasure and mine.
Roxy
I sit back and re-read my reply. It’s short, but to the point. Much like his job post. I hit send and it’s done. I close out of the portal and get back to what I am meant to be doing in the office, sorting out my stock. I put my audiobook on and get to work.
After three incredibly boring hours of sorting out six years’ worth of built up ‘stuff’ in every box and cupboard in my office, I open my laptop to check on the job I applied for before leaving for the day. My heart does a flutter in my chest when I see the results:
Accepted
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Thursday rolls around quickly in a week of just day-to-day normality. No kids off school sick, work at the café is fun and fine, packing up the office is slow going but getting there. It’s mundane at its finest but also perfect whilst everyone is happy and healthy. I don’t wish for excitement because excitement comes to me and today is going to be anything but mundane and usual. Today I’m not going to my office now my Clarendon morning shift has finished. Today I’m going home to my husband for a couple of hours of adult playtime and that gives me a pep in my step.
I open my front door and put my handbag down. I climb the stairs in pursuit of my husband. When I get to his office and say hi, he turns his chair from facing his two desktop screens to look at me. Without so much as a hello back he says in a low voice, “Take off your clothes.”
His eyes are laser focused on my body as I comply obediently and begin to unbutton my work blouse. James’ eyes follow my fingers as I unclasp each button, they move to my shoulders as I ease the fabric from my body and drop it to the floor. The heat in his eyes makes my hands move to the back ofmy skirt faster and I unzip it before pulling it down and stepping out of it. My body begins to tingle at the prospect of what’s coming, whatever James has planned for me, for us. I unclasp my bra and feel the relief of my breasts dropping free. The way he’s making me feel has me reaching up to my hard nipples and tugging on them.
“No touching unless I give you permission,” James snaps and I freeze in motion. I lower my hands to my last remaining piece of clothing and tug down my thong, over my hips and bottom, passed my knees and I step out of them as they drop to the floor. I stand perfectly still as James sits there, his eyes devouring my naked body.
“Come to me,” rasps James. I walk briskly to his seated position. “Kneel in front of me.” I do as he asks and watch as he pulls out the box that holds my collar inside. Taking it out, James fastens the collar to my neck. I’ve missed my collar this week, I like the way it makes me feel in James’ full control and at his complete mercy. James runs a hand to the side of my breast admiring the tattoo I have there, the one he made me get done, the rose with his name on it. He lowers his head and sucks deeply on my nipple which forces an audible moan from my throat. I want to touch myself; I want to give myself quick relief that is so easily there with just a few strokes of my clit but he instructed me to not touch myself.
Unlatching himself, James’ eyes move to my other breast, and he mutters, “I need to claim this one too, we need to go back and have you branded here,” he strokes down my left breast before leaning in and sucking the side of it deeply, harshly. I know what he’s doing. He’s marking me in place of the missing branding.
When he’s finished and left a deep purple mark he straightens up and orders, “Lean back on your heels, I want to see your pussy, I want to see my brand.” I lean back, placing my hands on the floor and my butt on my heels. James strokes theside of my pussy lips where his other branding is tattooed as if checking to make sure it’s still there.
“What job did you sign up for this week, Rosie?” he asks as he runs his thumb up my seam, stopping and pressing his thumb harder than usual on my clit. The sensitivity has me buckling forward.
“I got the needles job for tomorrow—I thought I told y—” He cuts me off.
“I don’t remember giving you permission for some kinky bastard to use what is mine as a pin cushion.”
“I—”
“I haven’t finished talking, Wife.” I abruptly close my mouth as James’ fierce eyes look into mine and he pinches my clit jolting me again.
“I don’t mind you applying for jobs and attending them. But as my submissive, I expect you to ask me for my permission, do you understand?”
