Caught: Punished by Her Boss by Claire Thompson

eyes, but hadn't spoken, which was good. Slaves should not speak unless spoken too. He’d unlocked the cage and placed the urinal at her feet, without saying a word to her. It had been tempting to take her out and play with her, but he had responsibilities now as her master. She was being punished, and would have no attention from him until she was properly chastened.
    Instead he’d spent the evening alone, scrolling through porn and thinking up all the ways he planned to train, punish and sexually torture the woman he had locked up in his basement. There was no going back now. If he let her out, there was no telling what she would do. She said she’d just disappear, but he couldn’t take the risk. She was his now—not only his prisoner, but his responsibility as well.
    He was excited by the challenge of breaking her will, of taking this hellcat, this spitfire of a woman and shaping her into his ideal, submissive and highly sexed slave girl. He’d been boning up on the Internet, reading the blogs, advice columns and forums about how to best train your slave. The sites were careful to note the relationships were consensual, safewords should be used, blah, blah, but that was for amateurs. He would write his own rules, and she would obey them, or else.
    He was especially fascinated with the concepts he had recently read about sexualizing the suffering and eroticizing the pain of a slave. Sir Stephen and Maestro were big on that, also including lots of forced orgasms for their slave girls, along with the punishments and the torture.
    J. would be a particular challenge, since she wasn’t submissive to start with. He would have to condition her to the point that she lived for not only the pleasure, but also the pain. Each orgasm would be accompanied by a whipping or some other torture. She would earn her pleasure, and her suffering, until they were so blended and fused in her mind that she would seek both with equal intensity and desire.
    No one knew where she was. He had her wallet and her cell phone. Later he would force her to tell him her email accounts and passwords so he could let all her clients know she was leaving town and no longer had need of their services. He would shut down her porn site and close out her bank accounts, after he emptied them. Using her email account, he would alert her landlord that she’d had to leave under unexpected circumstances and he’d clean out the place.
    He’d considered forcing her to continue filming for the site, or even to do some of the filming himself, but had decided it was too risky. No one else could know she was still in Houston. For all intents and purposes, she would vanish from the face of the earth.
    Eric returned to his desk, waiting for Tony and Blake to come in. He’d thought of a dozen scenarios to explain where their office manager had gone, and had decided to keep it simple.
    Once the two men were seated in front of him, Eric started to speak, but Tony interrupted him. “Holy shit, Eric. What the hell happened to your face and neck? Have a rough date?” He smirked, unaware of how close to the mark he was.
    Eric touched the three scratches on his face and grinned back to show he got the joke. “Neighbor’s cat. She was stuck in a tree. I was the fool who thought he’d play good Samaritan and get her down.”
    “Ouch.” Blake looked sympathetic.
    “Anyway,” Eric continued brusquely, glad they couldn’t hear his heart, which was beating too fast, or see the sweat on his palms as he launched into his carefully prepared speech. “Jessie had a family emergency back in El Paso. She’s moving back to take care of things.”
    “Wow, what happened?” Tony asked.
    “Her mother was killed in a car crash. No dad in the picture, apparently. She’s got little brothers and sisters who need her.”
    “Huh,” Blake interjected, furrowing his eyebrows. “I don’t remember Jessie ever mentioning any family.”
    Eric tensed and was about to reply, but Tony said,