Money is Power (part 5)

I woke up feeling rested, hungry, and a little confused. I wasn’t in my regular bed. I was in a hotel. Then full consciousness and reality gave the dream world a slap to the back of my head and I remembered everything. I smiled.

I was in a mid-floor room at the Bellagio Hotel in Las Vegas. I reached my hand to the other side of the bed and felt what I knew to be the slumbering Mindy. Mindy and I had worked for the same company for more than 10 years. I was leaving the company because I had come into a great deal of money, and really didn’t need to work anymore. Mindy needed $30,000 because she had a gambling problem. Her problem became her church’s problem when she embezzled the 30K from them. This was about to become the problem of her boyfriend and co-homeowner (why this church couple isn’t married is beside me), because he is the church treasurer and has no idea the money is missing. The annual audit of the books is Monday.

Today is Saturday morning and Mindy and just spend the first evening earning her 30 large by being my sex slave. That would explain my grin. The time, 10 AM, would explain my hunger. Now why the feeling of confusion? Now it was my subconscious turn to issue it’s own bitch-slap, and it hit me. Mindy was supposed to have come up with a creative way to awaken me this morning. I warned her that her cute little ass depended on it.

I looked to the other side of the bed and was rewarded with the sight of her bare chest. Mindy has a very nice rack. She is in her mid-thirties, but could pass for younger. Her bare breasts could as well. They sagged just a bit and were capped by pink half-dollar sized areolas, and the nicest erasure-like nipples I had ever seen. They were just made for sucking and tweaking. So, I reached over and started to twirl one between my thumb and forefinger, watching it get hard. She stirred a bit, probably just seconds from full realization and then I twisted it; hard.

“AHHHHHHHHH!” she cried in pain.

“Good morning, sunshine” I said with false brightness “Weren’t you supposed to wake me in an interesting manner this morning?”

“Shit!” she said as she rubbed her sore nub “I must have set the alarm wrong! Please, I’m sorry!’

“This won’t do. It just won’t do” I said matter of factly “We are going to have to make sure this doesn’t happen again”

She looked crestfallen and beaten. I had taken out my displeasure in the past on her shapely bottom. Mindy had a classic hour-glass figure, long tan legs that draw the eye of every heterosexual male, and a taut, high, heart shaped ass that caused traffic accidents when she was in pants. I saw no reason to alter my routine, as I really enjoyed spanking and fucking that ass.

“But, first. I have to take a nature break” I said as I got out of bed and delivered a loud slap to her bare ass.

I finished with a shake of my Johnson, and was about to walk back into the room, when Mindy appeared and was going to go past me.

“Where are you going?” I asked

“I have to go, too.” Mindy replied.

“Nah. You can hold it while I paddle you ass”

“Please.” She said starting to get a little emotional “I’ll pee myself. I won’t be able to hold it. Please.”

I didn’t particularly want her to soil the carpet or me, but I didn’t feel like giving her an inch either. She needed to remember, that I was in control.

“OK. You pee first and I used the ping pong paddle on your ass. You pee after we are done, and I use my bare hand. You piss on me or the floor; I finish with the riding crop.”

I had never spanked her with my hand. Her first spanking had been in my office back home, with a ping pong paddle that I made her go buy. It hurt like hell, but it was nothing compared to the riding crop, which could lay her ass raw and bleeding.

She looked anxious and resigned all at the same time.

“I’ll go pee and take the paddle” she said in exasperated sigh.

I followed her in the bathroom. She had planned to close to door, but she could see that was not happening, so she just went over to the toilet and sat. We had both slept naked, so there was nothing in the way.

“Don’t start, yet. You aren’t ready” I began

She thought about asking why, and thought better of it. I did not hear the stream of water, so she was doing what I demanded. I walked over, stroking my cock, straddled her, and put my rod right in her face.

“Why don’t you make yourself useful, first” I said.

It was very clear what I wanted and she opened her mouth to accept my cock.

“When my balls are on your chin, you can piss. If I cum, you can piss. If I hear water and my cock is not drained or down your throat, the deal is off and I will beat your ass raw with the riding crop”

This was somewhat of a bluff. I had used the riding crop on her, but only of a few lashes. I had even taken it easy on her with the force of the blows. There is a limit on how much pain anyone will take, and I thought it likely if I pushed her past her limit she would call this whole thing off, go home, and just take her chances with the court, the church, and her boyfriend.