Emma : The Day After Part I

Discovered by Michelle

i was suddenly awoken by the sense of someone in my presence. Bleary eyed i blinked a few times and a pair of Women’s Nike trainers came slowly into focus.

It took me a moment to register that i had at some point fallen asleep, then suddenly the images of last nights humiliation at the hand of Emma rushed through my mind.

“What the fuck is this?” a Feminine voice demanded. Lifting my head i found myself looking directly into the piercing gray eyes of Michelle,  the petite, curvy blonde who works at the club.

“Is that cum? For fucks sake! This isn't a brothel you dumb shit!”

I quickly glanced down at the white, crystalline splatters on the hardwood floor. Emma’s handiwork and my shame.

While my mind reeled I realized two things. One was that Michelle had snapped a few pics of my predicament and was typing what seemed like a text message into Her phone. The second was that i had become semi-hard. A demanding Feminine voice having its usual effect.

Checking me out from behind she demanded, “how am I supposed to get you out of those things?”

“the keys are over there Ma’am, in the far corner”. As She strutted across the room i couldn’t help but admire the sublime curvature or Michelle’s behind through Her tight yoga pants, Her golden hair shimmered in the morning light streaming through the windows as She bent over to collect the keys.

Turning back towards me She revealed a serious expression, rather pissed off i’d say. She moved quickly and after fumbling a bit i felt one of the manacles unsnap.

i was free. Painfully i pulled my arms back around in front of myself, trying to stretch out the discomfort from many hours in that position.

Michelle made it clear that was the extent of the help She was giving me. She contemptuously through the keys onto the floor between my legs.

“The rest you can do yourself”

“Thank You, Ma’am”

“Yeah what-ever” was all i got in return.

Slowly standing i hoped to make a quick escape from this latest shameful scene but before i could even make a single step towards the exit Michelle had other plans.

“Where do you think your going? You don’t actually think I’m going to clean up your disgusting mess do you...you slut?”

“slut”, the word practically dripped from Her voluptuous lips.

“There’s a utility closet in the hallway, get some cleaning supplies from there. I want to see that floor shine, I don't want to find even one of your dead little swimmers left on that floor, do I make myself clear?”

Though She radiated anger and disgust I thought I saw just a glimmer of amusement in Her sparkling eyes.

“Yes Ma’am, right away!”

With Her command properly acknowledged i quickly ran towards the door, my naked feet pattering across the cold floor as my hardness bobbed up and down.

Returning quickly with some spray cleaner and cloths i dropped to my knees , squirted some solution onto the spots of dried cum and got scrubbing, down on hands and knees as Michelle stood over me, arms crossed but to my surprise  making a video of the whole humiliating incident.

When i was finished i kneeled up seeking Her approval. Michelle took Her time, circling slowly around the newly polished floor, before declaring my work satisfactory. She circled around behind me and delivered a hard kick to my right ass cheek.

“Get out of my sight!”

With that I ran swiftly, naked as adam, through the hallway, down the stairs and into the performers changing room and directly to my storage space. It must still be early since i didn’t see anyone else around. As i collected some clothes and got dressed i was filled with dread. I should be able to catch a train back to Goddesses house but then what, how will i explain the fact that i was out all night, how on Earth can i explain Emma? Filled with dread i nervously rushed to the side exit and into the cool morning air of the alleyway.

Out of the frying pan and into the fire.

Then just as I reached the end of the alley and turned the corner there She was.

Leaning against the rear fender of Her cheery red A5 coupe was Goddess.

She spotted me probably before my mind even processed what i was seeing.

Oh fuck, how did She know?

Michelle, it must have been Michelle who turned me in. Dammit, now what?

Goddess just stared at me coldly. Her icy blue eyes locked on me, a stern expression formed on Her lips.

She looked PISSED OFF!

She crooked a red lacquered finger tip at me, beckoning me towards Her.

Rushing to Her, driven by fear and shame, without even thinking about it i dropped to my knees in front of Her right there on the sidewalk and began planting contrite kisses on Her black leather, stiletto heeled knee-high boot.

She let me linger there for an exceptionally long time. i could sense the passers by, sometimes hear giggles and muffled gasps but She didn’t care one bit. I was to going demonstrate submissiveness until She decided it was enough. After what felt like an eternity She kicked me off Her boot and i pressed my face to the sidewalk, not daring to move.

“Get up”

As I rose to face Her She just slapped the Audi’s key fob against my chest.

“Drive me to the office” She demanded almost without emotion, just a heart stopping, icy stare.

With that i scrambled to open the cars long door and guide Her into the seat, carefully shutting it and rushing behind the car to the drivers side.

I nervously fumbled getting the car in motion. The whole way to the office She remained silent. my mind raced trying to find something to say, anything to diffuse the tension but ultimately i decided that keeping my mouth shut was for the best.

‘boys should be seen and not heard’ being Her usual rule.

Today i’m not sure she even wanted to see me.