Wacky Wednesday

···Jack···

I'm not one to sweat easily.

Then again, I'm not one to get my neck stuck on the wheels of my office chair.Besides, I am sweating in Amon's body now, maybe it's because his pores are thicker than mine.

In short, I was sweating profusely at this time, and I had to wipe the sweat from my nose with my sleeve.

I heard footsteps outside the door.

"Wes." I said hoarsely, feeling like Kate Winslet who saw the lifeboat at the end of "Titanic".

I don't want to shout and draw attention, but I think it's a bit of a stretch to do it on my own.

I hold my tie with one hand to keep it from getting tighter, and with the other I fumble across the table until my fingers touch the phone.

I freed a finger to hook the power cord and pulled the phone to the edge of the table.That way I can dial up.

I click on the contact "Wes".

He doesn't answer.

Who else can I find?Carol?I don't know anyone else's extension other than Amon's telling me to call Melissa Kramer home in sick on extension 2854.

Now I'm really starting to regret not calling in sick and leaving.

Wittmeyer's file is gone, as are Carol's, Arnold's, and Wes''s.Those files were likely passed around the building, with calls to the local newspaper breaking the news that Wittmeyer had Crohn's disease.I imagined the scene of Wittmeyer suing A&L: in court, Amon stood in the dock knitting a sweater, trying to win the sympathy of the jury.

Or Amon could go to the court at all and be strangled to death in the office.

Headlines will be headlined: Shocked!The HR director was strangled by the office chair—the tie was caught in the ergonomic swivel chair, and the high-end design turned out to be a deadly weapon.

I suddenly had an idea: If I confess here, who will die?Is it me or Amon?Will Amon's consciousness stay in my body forever?

I don't want to keep thinking about it.I just want to think about the fried crab horns at Luciana Diamonte's party.

I tried again to rip the tie in half.I used Amon's muscles, so the idea worked.

But his tie was really well made.

I tried the pick saw tie with the paperclip, without success.I need a pair of scissors urgently.

I reached for my phone and called Wes again.

"Hello," he said.

"Hi, Wes!"

"what happened?"

"Can you come here right away?"

"I'm full of business right now—"

"I'm 'stuffed up' too, Wes. But this is very important. I hereby give you permission to drop your business and order you to come to my office. This is an order, not a request."

He paused. "Okay. Let me send this email first."

Do you know what will happen if I refuse the order directly issued by Amon?Spank.

This little assistant is very kind.

I take a deep breath.

If Amon had been around, he would have persuaded me to do so.

***

On Amon's birthday, I'm going to take him to San Francisco for the Folsom Street Festival.

Note ①: FolsomStreetFair, a famous BDSM cultural celebration and parade in San Francisco.

I didn't want him to pay half a dime - airfare, accommodation, three meals, souvenir horsewhip for BDSM, I paid for it all.I want to surprise him, make him happy, pamper him.

Show him the men and women of leather that march for miles.

He loves this.I'm not as fond of four letters as he is, but I love seeing him having fun with it.

Don't get me wrong.I also enjoyed those leather daddies dressed up: bondage harnesses, chaps, boots, Brando hats, whips on belts... I wore bondage harnesses with chains last year Tou and leather pants went to Luciana's party, feeling too sexy and hot.I like the look of the bracelet around my wrist and the collar around my neck.

Note ②: It is a bit like a peaked cap with a shallow brim, named after Marlon Brando wearing it.

But I don't need everything.

Some things scare me, like nipple clips, slings, and...the scary "purple wand③" just to think about it.

Note ③: The front end can be equipped with various "accessories" of fun electric toys.

I'm pretty happy with what I have with Amon.The way we played on D/s was exactly who we were — Amon in his work clothes and tie, me in a T-shirt and jeans.This stormy and brat-like costume is not our role-playing, but our true colors.

I know Amon likes that too.But I also know he's a huge fan of sex toys, costumes, contraptions, and sex parties.

The Folsom Street Festival lasts a week, and it's a four-letter fan fest—buying and shopping in the thirteen blocks during the day, dungeon parties and dances at night.I think that Amon and I can have fun at the festival.

I've been saving money for a long time.I know that my credit card will be used to cover the travel expenses, but I figured that as long as the library pays me twice more, the money will be paid off.

It hurts me to think of Amon having to earn money to support the two of us.While I was still working full-time, I was able to cover my daily expenses, rent, and utility bills.Now I go to school and earn what I can, but Amon pays most of the expenses.He said it was okay, his salary was enough for us, but that wasn't the point.

He was good enough to me and didn't need to take care of me financially.

That's why I work in the library and let Grogan comment on my hair and nails and brow rings.I also want to make a small contribution to this family.

One of my favorite vacations was a weekend trip to Baltimore with Amon.He was on a business trip there for a meeting, and A&L put him in a really nice high-rise hotel.We had only been living together for two months at the time, and he had just started the project of "spice up our sex life".Highlights: rope, whip, and butt plug.I get aroused just thinking about it, but at the same time I'm kind of scared.

We had a very romantic dinner of crab the first night, and the meal left an unromantic scent on us.Out of fear, I swallowed a big mouthful of crab meat without chewing, and told Amon: He can do whatever he wants with me tonight.

Today, even in the worst of times, I can still remember the smile he gave me at that time—it was my only medicine to cheer myself up.

We went back to the hotel, kicked off our shoes, and got stuck on the bed like two bloody teenagers for nearly an hour.He grabbed my upper arm with two big hands, pinned me down, and held me immobile while he attacked my lips.Every once in a while, his hand would run between my legs and squeeze until I moaned.

He took off my shirt and ran his fingers up and down my body, brushing my nipples each time until they hardened and I was short of breath.He leaned forward and bit my chin lightly.

"Shall I give you a mouth?" I asked in a low voice.

He shook his head, reached behind his hand into my pants, and squeezed my butt through the panties.I groaned and pressed my butt against his palm.He withdrew his hand and gently placed me on the bed. "Turn over."

I turned over as I said, my heart pounding through the mattress.He lifted my ass, undid my jeans, and pulled them down.He sucked and kissed my lower back for a long time, and then stopped to lick the meat socket there.I can't describe to him how good I am, only sigh.He leaned his head down, licking my tailbone, then bit the waistband of the underwear with his teeth, and pulled it down to accompany the jeans.

Then he came back to rub my tailbone.

I resisted not begging him, but urged him with low whimpers and leaning forward, trying to let his tongue fall between my buttocks.He understood what I meant, but he didn't put his tongue on the top of my buttocks until I was completely still, and slowly slid it down.I gripped the sheets tightly when the tip of his tongue touched my anus.When I hit the balls, I fucked against the bed.

He stood up.I almost didn't cry.I've never wanted anything as badly as I wanted his tongue in my anus.He climbed onto the bed on one side, facing away from my head, and straddled my back.He slowly leaned over, and his jeans-clad legs on either side of me slid back, until his hot, heavy ass touched the back of my shoulders.The smooth fabric of his shirt touched my bare back.I can feel his chin resting on my tailbone.

He parted my buttocks, raised his head, and stuck his tongue in.I rocked back and forth as he licked my ass, wishing his tongue was a foot long so I could feel what it was like to be pushed all the way down my gut by his moist, wonderful tongue muscles.

Finally, he withdrew his tongue and licked the bottom of my balls thoroughly.At that time, I even felt that I had lost my voice at all.I could do nothing but tremble with excitement.

He grabbed my ass, running his fingers from my pelvis to the side of my waist.He got his hands between the mattress and my chest and squeezed and squeezed my nipples.I let out a breath, wishing I had telekinesis, the ability to send his cock up my ass with a single thought.

He sat up and got off my back.

I was so angry.He laughed softly when he saw this. "Stand up," he said.

He must be kidding me.I stayed still, hoping that he would stop having a seizure and come to date me soon.Instead he slapped me on the butt and repeated the order.

I stood up with my trousers hanging over my ankles, walking awkwardly and waddlingly.I was dizzy and my body was hot.The ejaculation that flowed before covered my entire crotch, and when I stood in front of the air conditioner, the cold wind made it chilly.Amon pulled the bed cover off the bed, folded it into a rectangle and put it on the bed.He walked over to the sofa bed again, opened its storage compartment, and removed the sheet.He folded the sheets in the same way, on top of the previous one.

"Take off your pants," he said.

I kicked off my jeans and panties and stood watching him, curious, dazed, and a little nervous.

He picked up the first sheet and started wrapping around me, starting from the upper body, pinning my hands to my sides.He tied me from neck to stomach.I moved my arms tentatively, but I couldn't move at all because I was wrapped in the sheets.

My first instinct is to ask questions.Minutes, jokes, protests—anything that distracts me and calms my restless mind.But when I carefully tried to free the sheets wrapped around my body and found that I was bound very tightly, I felt calm and had no distracting thoughts.I put all my attention on Amon, who was smiling and approaching me with another sheet in hand. "No problem?" he asked.

I nodded.

"You can talk if you want."

I do not want to.

He wrapped the sheets around my legs from the base of my thighs to my ankles.Once tied up, just my ass, cock and balls were blown out, which was weird.

I want to move my legs, but every time I do, I feel like I'm going to fall over.I looked at Amon with pleading eyes, and he seemed to understand what I meant, nodded, picked me up and put me on the bed, and leaned over to kiss me wrapped like a mummy.

Then I turned around and went to buy a soda.

I'm not making this up.He really left me wrapped up like a baby in a swaddle and my dick so hard that it was red and hurting, I was left alone on the bed, and I went to the vending machine to buy drinks by myself.

During the time he was gone, I struggled with the sheets on my body. I didn't use much force, and I didn't have to achieve my goal.But I tested and confirmed that I couldn't get out at all.Oddly enough, this realization calms me.I had to wait for Amon to come back.I can't even move - at least not as much as I want.

I wondered if I should roll up on my stomach so I could cum and cum on the bed.But I was very calm and peaceful, and I didn't want to waste this effort at all.

Amon is back.He sat on the chair opposite the bed, took a few sips of soda, and held up another pack of MM chocolate beans. "Do you eat?"

I nodded.

He stuffed me with a pillow, unwrapped it, and poured a little on his hand.He raised his hand to my mouth.I feasted on him.After eating, I licked his palm to show my gratitude.He also ate a few, and then fed me some more.

After the bag was empty, I licked all the pigment out of his hand.

He kissed me and walked to the suitcase.

He searched under his clothes for a long time, and found a loose-tailed whip: the handle was thick and made of leather, with a large flat tassel.

My heart seemed to be whipped forward, jumping forward.

He went to the bed and raised the whip.I sniffed it and studied it carefully.

He ran the end of the thong across my face so I could feel its weight.

The whip ran down my sheet-covered chest, past my exposed cock.I gasped.He stuck the whip between my legs for a while.I moved my body and rubbed against it.Then he let the whip continue down between my bound legs.

He lightly hit the sole of my foot with the tail of his whip.There was no pain at all, he just patted gently, which made my nerves tense up a bit.He hit it again.I twisted, enjoying the sensation.When another slap came, I curled my toes and tried to catch the whip tassel.

Amon went to the head of the bed and took away the pillow under me.He turned the whip a few times.The whip lightly patted my chest wrapped in the sheet.Then I took another shot.Again.Every time the whip fell, the force increased.He turned his target on my belly.I was a little nervous that he was going to hit my cock.But Amon has a good idea in his heart.Every time the pimp fell on the place where the sheet was wrapped.My cock throbs with every tap.

He turned me over.I felt a chill in my buttocks, and my body couldn't help but stiffen.Amon waved his whip lazily over my exposed flesh.The whip tassels didn't touch me, but I could feel them within millimeters of me.

Then the whip came down, hard enough to sting and take my breath away.This is different from the pain caused by Amon's hands or clapping.The pain went away quickly, and the sound—a loud whoosh—made me think it should have hurt more.

Amon paused for a moment to let me process the feeling.Then he gave me another whip.

He spanked my ass for a while, varying speeds and angles.That rhythm put me into a kind of trance.Even though I'm still sexually high, I'm not as hungry as I was before.I just want to lie flat and let the whip swish me.I fell in love with the sound that filled the hotel room.

He switched to whipping my upper back and shoulders, back to the back of my thighs, and then again to the soles of my feet.

I didn't expect myself to come out.Not one of those quick, hard ejaculations, but long, trembling orgasms that exhausted me.

Seeing that my whole body was limp, Amon immediately stopped.He put down his whip and rubbed the back of my neck.I'm almost falling asleep.He unfastened the sheets, rolled me out, and put my head in his lap to sleep.

When I woke up, the room was pitch black.The clock read: 3:06.Amon was snoring beside me.I moved over to cling to him.Suddenly, tenderness flooded into my heart.Suddenly I just had to concentrate and wait for it to subside.I kissed his shoulders, everywhere I could, then got down on my hands and knees to kiss more.I don't care if he wakes up or not.

He moaned as I kissed his left nipple.He gasped as I sucked his swollen cock.He groped his hands in the dark to find my hair.He didn't grab it, just put his hand there.He thrusts gently down my throat, getting harder as he's about to climax.He came in my mouth and the cum dripped from my mouth, onto his pubic hair, and between his thighs.As I licked him clean, I thought: He's mine.This man is mine.

When Amon wasn't in meetings that weekend, we'd be playing whip.We literally played everything we had.He put me on my stomach, put the hotel phone book, the Bible, and some big biography he was reading on my back, and fucked me with the stack of books.I was so crushed that I couldn't move, so I could only lie on my stomach and let him fuck me.He lays me on my back and scrapes the client opinion card across my stomach, the sharp corners of the card running along the nipples.He let the ice cubes melt under my armpits and between my buttocks.He whipped my shoulder so he could bite into the red marks when he reared me.

We went from MM beans to chocolate cake delivered by room service.

I swore to accept everything he brought me, forever.

He asked me what I wanted from him.

I didn't quite understand what such a question meant at the time.

I said something like "fucked by your dick forever".

Wouldn't it be good enough for both of us that he decides what he wants?

***

When Wes Gravender opened the door, I couldn't see his face, blocked by the table.But I felt him stop after taking a few steps.

"Mr. Monterey?"

"I'm down there."

He came to the side of the table. "Who are you--"

"Wes, my tie's stuck in the chair. I have a meeting in half an hour. My paper clips are all over the floor. I'm just—I don't know what to do."

"I have scissors in my office."

"That's great."

He turned to go.

"Wes..." He turned around. "Don't tell anyone."

He nodded, leaving me crouched on my back, my face almost touching the carpet.

This pose is very familiar to me.

A few minutes later, he returned with the scissors. "Nobody knows?" I asked.

"No. I'll help you out right away."

His face was so kind and dignified: like a chubby little angel, understanding and intelligent.But he seemed to be trying to hold back a laugh when he saw me in such a troubled situation.This is a bit irritating.

He knelt down beside me and set the scissors.Only a few clicks were heard, and I was liberated!

He helped me up. "Wes, you're such a nice guy." I wiped the sweat from my brow. "You will take over my position sooner or later."

"really?"

"I didn't—maybe."

"Glad I could help you. Do you want a tie? I can give you mine."

"No, Wes. I never want to touch a tie again in my life."

The woman who had asked me for the ten-dollar gift I hadn't given her as a parting gift for Julia knocked on the door and poked her head in. "Amon? Dear?"

Even when she noticed my half-cut tie, or a bit of the end of our good times with Wes, she managed to keep her face in check. "What's up?"

"Did you park in the handicapped parking space?"

"how is this possible."

"Are you sure? I just went out to relax and saw a tow truck that seemed to take your car away."

"I parked in the VIP parking space, right next to the bushes with the weird pink leaves."

"That's the disabled parking. The VIP parking is on the other side of the bush."

I can't speak.Maybe I was too eager to go to Amon's office to sit in his wheelchair and play with his computer, so I didn't pay much attention to what was written on the sign in front of the parking space.But how can the maliciousness in the dark have the heart to send me this again after I've been through so many things-lost files, scattered paper clips, almost strangled to death, thanks to Wes for coming forward?

"White Lightning"?Towed away?

"Wow - kill me for a thousand years." I said.

"I can call for you and ask 'respect tea'." The woman suggested.That's what she really said, tea. "Ask where they took your car."

she left.I turned to face Wes. "Wes, listen to me. I have money, but I don't have it. I put my bank card in another wallet. I had a very, very bad day, left my bank card at home, and got my tie stuck , and entrust you to do me a favor." I took a breath. "Can you go to the towing yard and help me get the car back? I promise to give you the money tomorrow, and I can give you an extra 100 yuan to run the road. Please, Wes."

"I'm not the owner of the car."

"Just try, Wes. Please, just try! Please."

"I'll need, well, registration certificates and insurance or something, and maybe a letter from you."

"I have no idea what you're talking about. The certificates and insurance are in the under-dash compartment, and I'll give you the car keys. What's your middle initial?"

"Uh, P."

I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote:

I hereby grant my highly respected colleague, Wesley P. Gravind, the right to pick up my vehicle from the towing yard on September 26th.

I scribbled the year, signed it, my job title and job number, and handed it to Wes.

"I really don't know if this thing will work," he said.

"Beg them, bribe them, Wes. Do whatever you need, but bring the car back."

I don't know if it was out of pity, fear, or longing for the $[-] I was promised, but Wes took my keys and said, "I'll do what I can."

I give him a hug. In SW2, this is called "sexual harassment".I call this the "Love Hug."

When I get my wallet back from Amon tonight, I'll prepare the money and send it to Wes.

Depend on.What if Wes brought this up with Amon tomorrow?

I had to tell him not to bring it up again.Telling him about it pained me so much I never wanted to bring it up again.How much does it cost to bail a car?several hundred?several thousand?No matter how much it costs, it will be cut from my fund for the trip to San Francisco.

fine.I could work overtime in the library, sell twine jewelry on the street, and give blowjobs in the alley.I can do anything as long as I can make money.

Amon's 40th birthday will definitely be the happiest 40th birthday in the world.

He would never know about White Lightning being pulled by a trailer.

Two forty-seven.I have to go to conference hall B.

Humiliation of Bernard Wittmeyer was probably the only thing that would bring me back together on such a miserable afternoon.

I just can't wait.