Waking up on Monday morning, my arse still burning from the deserved caning I had received from Miss Chantelle, I hurried to prepare Miss Susan's breakfast, wondering and marvelling at what I'd got myself into; effectively I had become a slave to a nineteen-year-old law student, and I had just been thoroughly caned by my twenty-four-year-old PA. Taking Miss Susan her breakfast in bed, she had me turn to show her my arse. "mmmm Chantelle really did a good job there - nice evenly spaced lines. I'll have to take lessons from her!" After I had cleared up the breakfast things, I dressed for work; as always my barbell nipple rings, a lacy bra, blouse, suspender belt and stockings and my skirt suit. Before leaving, Miss Susan kissed me goodbye and told me to be sure to invite Miss Chantelle to spend the weekend with us.
Setting off for work, my tight pencil skirt and the taut rear straps on my suspender belt kept reminding me of the caning; well if I hadn't been so careless, it would not have happened. Arriving at the office, Miss Chantelle was already seated behind my desk, looking most imposing. She smiled and told me I was a good girl when I presented her with the bag containing the new dress I had bought to replace the one I had ruined. Standing, without saying a word, she walked around the desk, hiked her skirt and bent over, presenting me with her magnificent black arse.
Knowing my place, I knelt and eased her knickers down, before parting the cheeks and reverentially French kissing her arsehole. Pushing me back, she straightened, allowing me to pull her knickers back up and the hem of her skirt down. Turning to look down on me, she smiled, saying, "I do like a boss who knows her place; kiss my feet!" Bending low, I carefully kissed her shoes, before she said, "Now be a good girl, get the coffee and be quick about it!" Returning with the coffee I remembered to invite her for the weekend, at which she smiled, readily agreeing.
The following day was my monthly visit to Miss Christine at the beauty shop for my waxing. After the waxing, Miss Christine told me to remain on my back as Miss Susan had arranged for more work to be done. She had me put my feet flat on the table and push my knees wide apart, completely exposing myself. She warned that this might hurt as I was to be getting more piercings; my eyes were certainly watering by the time she had finished and I now had three rings through each of my outer labia and one through my clit hood. Before I left, she told me to be certain to fastidiously clean and bathe in saline solution as it would take longer to heal than my nipple piercings. As I was leaving, she handed me a box for Miss Susan.
On my arrival home, I stripped as usual, hanging up my work suit and blouse and putting my bra in the drawer, before changing my nipple rings. Miss Susan had me lie down so that she could inspect Miss Christine's handiwork. She was delighted with it, declaring it to be perfect, but a shame that it would be out of bounds for so long. Opening the box I had brought from Miss Christine, she took something out and clipped it to the ring in my clit hood; when she had me stand up, I realised what it was. I now had a bell similar to that on a cat's collar on a short chain hanging down, so that there was a tinkling noise as I moved. In fact, as I discovered later, it was not just a bell, it was a cluster of three! There was no getting away from the fact that, whether I was walking or crawling, Miss Susan would know exactly where I was.
By the Thursday, the stripes on my arse were beginning to disappear and I was a lot more comfortable! Arriving at the office, I greeted Miss Chantelle in what was becoming the accustomed manner, by French kissing her arsehole. There was an overnight bag in the corner of my office and Miss Chantelle instructed me to take it home with me when I left and to be sure to put the contents away neatly; her things for the upcoming weekend. When Miss Chantelle was working with me in my office, if the door was closed, people knew not to disturb us; by now, when this was the case, Miss Chantelle took the main seat behind the desk, whilst I took the secretarial seat to the side. We were working on a big corporate takeover and getting close to completing the project. Miss Chantelle told me that the clients wanted us on site for a visit to finish dotting the i's and crossing the Ts, before we finally signed the contracts. This would be in two weeks' time and she would make the hotel bookings for us.