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Slowly and carefully, she raised her leg out of the bubble bath. Checking closely, she made sure she’d shave well. Maestro did not tolerate imperfections that were in her control. It was a soothing ritual for her. The hot water, the scented bubbles that smelled of a much younger woman than she really was, and the lotions she would apply afterwards.

He was very meticulous and that pleased her. She needed him to be. She needed him to be strict, harsh even, and relentless with her this weekend. Miroslava Petruchski was a woman of power. CEO of her own company she started from nothing. They were now a global enterprise worth billions. She ran it with an iron fist…or crop. She grinned to herself. She knew full well what her underlings thought of her. In some ways, they were right. If it were allowed, she might have used a whip on a few of the lesser able men of business who constantly failed her.

Maestro knew. He knew who she was before she became what he wanted, what she wanted. He was not impressed by money or business power. She knew what he craved and gave it to him. She giggled. She paid him for it and his discretion. Four times a year, she had this getaway, this transformation for a full weekend. She always scheduled a full spa day for the following Monday to transition back to her CEO self.

Oh, she’d still wince as she sat in the board meetings until all the welts were healed but it was part of the enjoyment. It amused her to think how shocked these stuffy suits would be to see her ass a crisscross of lines from a cane, or a belt, or a tawse…or all three. She shivered. Mmm… she’d beg for all three this weekend.

Stepping out of the tub in the penthouse suite Maestro always kept ready for such assignations, she inspected herself carefully in the full length mirror. Turning this way and that, she made sure she was up to his standards. Her pubic hair was shaved very close but still visible. That and the hair on her head and her eyebrows were the only places he’d find any.

Marislava began to rub the lotions into her thighs, shins, buttocks, stomach, breasts, neck, and lastly, her face. As she did so, she felt the change taking place. She was no longer Marislava, CEO. She was now Maestro’s Tatiana who was being tutored in the arts of love and submission. He was a good teacher. He explained well and gave her good practice before he would punish her for not being good enough yet.

When she’d began, Tatiana thought she knew about sex but she’d been so very wrong. He’d taught her things that astounded and shocked her at times but they felt so deliciously satisfying. Oh, most of them were involved with various torture devices on her body or body parts. She’d bought some for that old lady CEO to play with sometimes when she missed Maestro.

Nipple clamps attached to a clit clip while she was being given the Quarterly Reports on Finance. The CEO woman was weird but Tatiana didn’t mind helping her. After all, she paid for Tatiana’s lessons! One did not bite the hand that fed you.

First, the knee socks, so pristine white and a supposed sign of her purity. She knew he liked her to look so sweet and innocent while he would strip her not only of her clothes but her dignity and pride. Under the socks, the crisply starched green plaid school skirt, the soft white cotton blouse, yes, and even the white ribbon in her hair above the little pigtail braid she started working to make, she knew what she was to him, for him. His naughty little slut, his moaning and begging whore, a sexual slave to his whims.

Maestro was an excellent sadist and had been doing this for several years. Tatiana didn’t delude herself that she was his only. The CEO lady had checked and found out there were at least five others he saw regularly. She’d been very surprised at a couple of the names. No one would ever have guessed it of those soft, sweet, innocent faces of actresses and models and even politicians. Conservative, Tatiana’s ass!

The white panties and bra of a young girl were in place but wouldn’t be for long. The skirt was smoothed into place. She tied the ribbon and did her makeup. Fresh cheeks, naughty red lipstick, dark eyeshadow and liner. She was ready.

Tatiana walked in her Mary Jane shoes to the door of his Room. Kneeling, she knocked three times and waited. Sometimes he opened it quickly but other times he made her wait. She would wait like a good girl. Her head bowed, her arms behind her, and knees together was her postion.

The door finally opened and he looked down at her. She did not look up yet for he’d not allowed it.

“Eyes.” He murmured.

She looked up and felt the same thrill she always did. He had dark hair, peppered with some grey. His beard was more grey than black but he kept it shaved short…like her pussy hair. She knew from experience how his beard tickled and sometimes scraped her most sensitive areas. His eyes were what always made her begin to feel very wet and her nipples jump to attention. Those cold, ice-blue eyes that saw into her soul and she could not hide from. It was no use. He always got what he wanted from her and even had her begging for him to do it.

“Did you do your homework, Taty?” His pet name for her.

She sighed and slowly shook her head. “I did most of it but I have failed to do it all, Maestro.”

He smiled slowly. “Well, you know what that means.”

“I do, Sir.” She nodded.

“Come inside. Get the Nursery Cane..hmmm…the three-tongued tawse and one of the chilled glass plugs from the freezer. Oh, don’t forget the ginger oil as well.” He turned around and left her to rise and obey.

She did so and began to walk to the needed supplies. Tatiana knew he was standing by the huge oak desk she’d be bent over as he flayed her bottom with the tawse first, probably, and finish with the whippy cane. Oh, she’d be singing his favorite tunes very soon. The ginger oil on the frozen glass anal plug would be…she grinned…the clencher.

Closing the door behind her, she locked it and went to get what he wanted to punish her with to start things off. Her heart races and her panties were already drenched before she was three steps away from the door. Two days and nights with this man who could teach the Marquis de Sade a few things! Her trembling was parts excitement, arousal, and a dash of fear.

There’s been no homework. It was his way of seeing if she wanted to start right away of wanted to be fucked or suck him first. She’d chosen to be punished first because she’d be bent over the desk. Tatiana loved anal and prayed he’d fuck her ass before he plugged it. It was up to him though. She knew all her holes would be well-worked before their time was through.

“Well?” He said impatiently.

“Sorry, Maestro.” She whimpered and began to hurry.

The fun was just beginning.