The Trap

The Trap, Part Two

The next day at work all William could think about was the overwhelming Ms. Caroline Tanaka. Over and over he replayed in his mind all the events of the previous night, how she had invited him over to her company's corporate suite, accused him of attempted rape, and then taught him how she thought he should treat women from then on. He couldn't get out of his mind the image of her taking him with her strap-on, but, even more, the exhilarating feeling of her being in such total control of him. He'd had fantasies in that direction, but he had been barely aware of them as they floated around in his sub-conscious. Now they had been liberated by last night's events and he found them overwhelming in their power. He couldn't be productive at work at all as his brain raced. Fortunately, Ms. Tanaka had instructed him to return directly after work at 6pm. He felt he could barely wait even that long.

William wanted to make sure he was on time so he left work with plenty of time to spare and arrived at her building a half hour early. He paced around the block numerous times until the appointed minute upon which time he presented himself to the doorman and was buzzed up. He took the private elevator to the penthouse and rang her door. And waited. And waited some more.

"I know she's there or else the doorman wouldn't have sent me up when he checked," he mused to himself. "Well, guess I just have to stand here. I can't bear to go away and not see her. But why is she making me wait like this? I'm not used to being treated this way."

Caroline Tanaka, meanwhile, was on the phone with her client, Mr. Sato.

"Yes, he's here right now, as a matter of fact, waiting patiently just outside the entrance. I'm watching him on the closed circuit. He keeps shifting his weight from one foot to the other, but he's waiting as patiently as a dog left tied up outside a store while the owner buys groceries. Very cute. Nice to have it on tape, though not as nice as the bedroom scenes I recorded last night."

"Excellent work. I knew we could count on you," replied Mr. Sato. "I believe we could already approach William with our after-hours trading plan and get him to accept. But the regulators are becoming much tougher about prosecuting such practices, so it will be more prudent to get him to perform other work for us first to put him in a, shall we say, 'delicate position', as an intermediary step. Tell William that you want him to prepare a research report for us, giving his views on the direction of interest rates and their likely effect on American stock prices. He will do it to please you, of course, but make sure to pay him also. It is important for him to already have received money from us when we make the real approach."

"It is as good as done," replied Caroline before signing off.

Caroline made William wait an additional ten minutes after the call was concluded and then she answered the door.

She opened it with a welcoming smile but then noticed that William couldn't keep an expression of annoyance and reproach from his face.

"What kind of face is that?" she reprimanded him.

"Well, I was on time, but you just left me wait—"

he started to whine, but Ms. Tanaka cut him off.

"Don't you bark at me! I can see we'd better start Lesson Six before I even let you in my door."

William's jaw dropped. Yes, the lessons. The very thought of them made his cock rise in a second. He felt like he should protest that infringement on his dignity, but he didn't want to miss the amazing sexuality of submitting to the gorgeous Ms. Tanaka so he just stood there with his mouth open wanting to protest, without a sound issuing from his mouth.

"Lesson Six: Humility. Get down on your hands and knees and crawl into my apartment. Now."

"What? Get down on my knees in a hallway?"

Ms. Tanaka just glared. William couldn't meet her gaze and he felt his knees getting extremely weak. He got down on his knees and crawled after her to the center of the living room. The view from the floor wasn't bad. Ms. Tanaka was wearing a dress with a long slit up the side showing off her athletic and beautifully proportioned legs.

William couldn't help leering.

"Well, what now?" he asked.

"Stay," said Ms. Tanaka.

She marched to the other side of the room and picked up a Wall Street Journal. She came back rolling it up as she walked and arriving in front of William whacked him hard in the nose with the rolled up paper.

"Part of humility is knowing your place. Knowing your place includes not speaking unless spoken to. Understand?"

"But Ms. Tanaka, shouldn't you tell me the rules before you punish me for violating them?"

WHACK. WHACK. William received two more swats to the nose, much harder than the first one. He had no idea a rolled up paper could hurt like that. Why don't dogs bite people more often in response, he wondered.

"Do I need to get the cane, like last night?"

William shook his head no and just waited shivering to see what Ms. Tanaka wanted next.

"Come," she said and walked out of the living room, down the hall, and into the bedroom. William trotted behind her and stopped when she did.

"Good boy," she said and reached down to scratch him behind the ear.

William responded by pressing his cheek against the side of her boot. He worried that she might think that too forward and hit him again, but she seemed okay with it, more than okay actually.

"Ohhh, you like my boots I see. If you like them, you must kiss them for me."

William looked up at her questioningly. Did she really mean that? She had spoken with a playful tone but her expression now, as William looked up at her breathtaking face, was completely serious.

William bent forward and planted a kiss on Ms. Tanaka's boot. He felt an electric shock go through his body, feeling the symbolism of making that gesture. Ms. Tanaka, however, was unimpressed.

"Not like that, silly," she laughed. "Lick them up and down. Make them spotless, doggy."

William was used to praise for how well he did things. We wasn't used to this upside-down world where nothing he did seemed to measure up. His pride was wounded and his competitive nature was aroused. He became determined to do a better job of satisfying her wishes, maybe even figuring them out and fulfilling them before she even had a chance to voice them. He bent forward and slavishly devoted himself to her boots. He lost himself in the boots and they became his whole universe. He licked them to a beautiful shine and he even enjoyed their taste and the way he could feel Ms. Tanaka's feet through them and actually felt a sense of loss when she commanded him to stop.

"That's enough, doggy. My, my, you certainly took to that task. I might make you my official boot cleaner – if you behave."

William desperately wanted to be good.

"You do look silly wearing clothes however. Take them off immediately. From now on, remove them as soon as you enter this apartment."

William pealed off his clothes in a hurry and threw them in a pile against the wall. He then returned to all fours. Ms. Tanaka slowly walked around him, inspecting him.

"Legs further apart," she commanded and he complied, feeling his member dangling completely exposed.

As she arrived at his backside she suddenly reached down and grabbed his testicles in her right hand. First she caressed them, making William shiver with delight. Then she squeezed them and he cried out and wondered how badly she would hurt him. Then she caught him off guard by caressing him again. Then another hard squeeze. William didn't know what to prepare for, pleasure or pain. He felt intensely vulnerable. Only Ms. Tanaka knew what would happen next and what happened next could be blissful or painful beyond belief. He was entirely in her hands and they both knew it.

Still grasping his testicles she queried, "Who do these belong to, boy?"

William knew the answer he must give. "They belong to you, Ms. Tanaka," he acknowledged.

Ms. Tanaka released his balls and put the back of her hand in front of his face. William knew a cue when he saw one and wanted to please her. He licked the back of her hand and kept licking until she pulled her hand away.

"You've been such a good puppy so far that I am going to reward you. I am going to let you worship my legs. And if you do a good job who knows how high I might let you go.

Because you've already started on Lesson Seven: Use Your Tongue to Please Her."

Ms. Tanaka removed her boots, panty hose and panties.

"Begin."

William began to lick her feet. He had never done that to any woman before and didn't feel any attraction to feet, if anything a mild aversion. But Ms. Tanaka's feet were as graceful and appealing as the rest of her and William got a thrill out of the debasement of kissing her there.

"Move to the back. To my heels."

William kissed Ms. Tanaka's heels. He licked them; he sucked on them. He moved up to her ankles, kissing them lightly and tenderly, paying attention to how she reacted to each kiss, intuiting what would please her by her response. He kissed higher, feeling so excited as he moved closer to where he was dying to arrive. He kissed the back of her knees and paid homage to her upper legs. The slit in Ms. Tanaka's dress allowed him to keep moving upward, but as he came closer to her rear he found the top of his head blocked. As always, Ms. Tanaka had a solution. She hiked her dress up.

"Continue."

William kissed and licked and nibbled higher, so excited that he was about to reach Ms. Tanaka's rear. Then he got there! He lavished kisses all over her behind. It was so sleek and smooth and he loved her Asian coloration.

He could smell her more distinctly now that he was so near her pussy and ass and his nose grazed her satiny skin as he kissed and kissed and kissed.

Having covered Ms. Tanaka's rear three times over with subservient kisses William looked for the next way to please her thinking that if he got her excited enough maybe she would let him kiss her pussy and who knew where things could go from there.

He took a long lick between the cleft of her buttocks.

From the appreciative noise she made he knew he was on the right track. He licked her there again and again. Then he went to her now moistened anus and planted a loving kiss. He could tell she liked that, so he kissed her there more and then even began to lick, inserting his tongue just a little. William was not usually an especially generous lover, but something Ms. Tanaka had done to him made him want to give. His dick was rock hard as he licked her ass.

Maybe soon he would be at her pussy!

"Stop."

Ms. Tanaka pulled away from him and pushed her dress back down.

"Come."

Ms. Tanaka left the bedroom and went back to the living room, this time the side of it that had a kitchenette and wet bar. She pulled a seaweed salad out of the fridge and also made herself a gin and tonic. As she sat at a table to enjoy her repast, William was left to lay at her feet.

As he lay there he kept hoping Ms. Tanaka would pay attention to him. Talk to him. Cuddle him. Even hit him; just something to acknowledge him. But she just finished her salad and drink and only when done did she stand up and look at William and see the sorrowful, needy look in his eye caused by twenty minutes of her inattention.

"Aww, is doggy hungry?" she queried.

That hadn't been the problem, but now William did realize his stomach indeed felt empty. He nodded. Somehow he realized that his current 'doggy' status placed a premium on non-verbal communication.

Ms. Tanaka got a dog bowl out of the cabinet, filled it with fruit loops and placed it on the floor for William.

Tears came to William's eyes. What the fuck was he doing? Now she wanted him to eat out of a dog dish?

"You think you can make me into a dog for you?" he protested.

"You've always been a dog compared with me. I'm just showing you what you are."

"Well, you're wrong. I'm not going to put up with this."

William rose.

Ms. Tanaka's eyes widened in anger.

"How dare you! Get back down on the floor this instant!"

William couldn't meet her furious glare. But he also didn't drop back done to the floor, though he felt a powerful compulsion to do so. He just stood there weakly, not complying, but not asserting himself either.

Ms. Tanaka swept out of the room and stormed back in carrying her rattan cane. Angrily she rained blows upon William and they hurt even more than they had the previous evening because they were more forceful, because they hit some of the previous spots which were still very sore, and because they hit some new spots that were more naturally tender, like William's genitals.

William felt too intimidated to even try to block the blows raining down on him and he was beaten to the ground. Soon he was sobbing. His body was on fire and he just wanted the pain to stop.

"Please! Please! I'll be good. Promise. Promise."

Finally, Ms. Tanaka stopped beating him. She folded her arms in front of her and looked down on him.

"We could go about this a different way," she said. "I could come forward about your attempted rape and we could see what happens with your employer and with the District Attorney."

She stared down at him to let that sink in.

William was still too overwhelmed by the beating to respond to that. He just kept on weeping.

"Or I could modify the training routine: fewer rewards for good behavior, just more beatings – that seems to be what gets your attention best."

William raised his head to protest. Tears still pouring down his cheeks he looked up at Ms. Tanaka with pleading eyes and imploringly shook his head no. He started to beg verbally, but Ms. Tanaka shushed him before he could get out more than a syllable.

"Don't tell me, William, show me."

William painfully inched forward and kissed Ms. Tanaka's feet in complete surrender.

"Good. Good. Now lick the cane."

William looked at the cane that was capable of hurting him so badly and licked it and, seeing Ms. Tanaka wanted him to continue, kept licking it.

"Put the end of it in your mouth and suck it. Suck it like a cock."

William did as he was told.

Ms. Tanaka pulled the cane out of his mouth and kicked him in the direction of the dog dish. William bent down at the dish to feed. He knew better than to dare to use his hands, but just grazed with his mouth. Each mouthful confirmed his new status.

When he was not quite finished, Ms. Tanaka pulled his hair, pulling his face out of the bowl.

"Come, boy."

William crawled after her to the middle of the living room.

"I am going to let you speak now, boy. What have we learned today? What was Lesson Six?"

"Lesson Six is Humility," replied William.

"Good. And Lesson Seven?"

"Use Your Tongue to Please Her," replied William, who knew from the night before that he would probably have to remember the Lessons word for word.

"Yes. So now, being a generous owner, I am going to give you a chance to demonstrate that you have internalized both lessons. Come."

Ms. Tanaka led William to the bathroom and motioned for him place his head at the toilet face-up while maintaining an uncomfortable crab-walk position.

"Good boy. It looks like you are beginning to know your place. Now, open wide."

Ms. Tanaka hiked up her dress and seated herself on William's face. He watched enthralled for the too brief seconds it took for her pussy to descend on him and make itself comfortable.

"Mmm," said Ms. Tanaka with pleasure as she sat on William's face.

Soon a flow of golden liquid entered William's mouth and shot to the back of his throat. Although Ms. Tanaka took care to pee slowly this first time it was tough for William to gulp it down as he was only accustomed to drinking when vertical. The warm liquid poured into him and he found he disliked the taste, though not as much as he might have imagined. But, then again, his own likes and dislikes no longer had much to do with how he was expected to act.

"Now, lick me clean, boy," ordered Ms. Tanaka. And he did.

Ms. Tanaka got off of him and let him stand up too. His neck felt like he strained it. Ms. Tanaka regarded him appraisingly, noting the look of complete vulnerability in his eyes and also the couple drops of her pee that had splattered on him and stayed glistening on his lips and cheeks. She giggled and took a face towel, wet it, and wiped him clean.

"That's enough Lessons for now, William. Here, come with me to the living room."

Ms. Tanaka took William's hand and led him to the living room sofa, the very same sofa where his life had changed so drastically the night before.

Ms. Tanaka took the conversation over a variety of normal subjects. They discussed the economy and the markets, world affairs, past vacations and growing up experiences. William was in an other-worldly state, but even on automatic pilot could handle those topics. Finally, Ms. Tanaka yawned and stretched.

"Oh, my goodness. It's almost 11. You'd better get home to wifey now."

William looked disappointed but acknowledged she was correct.

"You don't really want to go yet do you?"

William shook his head.

"Well, I don't see that there's any choice; I'm not quite ready to take you in. But, you know what? There is something else I'd been meaning to talk to you about. Mr. Sato and Mr. Watanabe were extremely impressed by your market acumen while they were in the country this trip. They told me they really wanted to get your thoughts on the direction of interest rates next quarter, Fed policy and all that, you know. Just six or eight pages; they are more interested in your judgment than any long research and statistics. It would be a huge feather in my cap if you'd do it. And they'd pay you really well too. I happen to know they have an especially big research budget they have to spend or lose by the end of the fiscal year."

William pondered. He knew he shouldn't accept outside employment, even for a small project, without getting prior approval from his firm. He knew approval wouldn't be granted in the case of a customer, like Mr. Sato's firm – too much chance of conflict of interest. But there was no way writing an innocuous report on interest rates could actually hurt his own firm. And it was flattering that the Japanese clients respected his ability to want to know his thoughts on rates. Perhaps this could even lead to a big job offer. And then, then, wow, he'd be working at Caroline Tanaka's firm. They might have all kinds of excuses to see each other. William fantasized about working directly for Ms. Tanaka, carrying out 'assignments' for her, being called into her private office to perform for her behind the locked door.

"William, I just know you'll do a great job. It's important for me that you do this. What do you say?"

William didn't want to disappoint her. He needed her too badly.

"Sure. Yeah, okay. When do you need it?"

Caroline impulsively flung her arms around his neck in a brief hug and gave him a kiss right on the lips.

"Friday, Mr. Sato said. That gives you three days. I'm going out of town on business, but I'll be back Friday and you can give it to me then."

"I won't be able to see you until Friday?" William replied, crestfallen.

"Sorry, my cute little puppy, but I work too, you know. But I do have one piece of good news! I'm authorized to pay you in advance."

Caroline moved to a desk at the end of the room and made out a corporate check with a flourish. She brought in back to him and he looked at it. It was for $5,000. William was astonished. He wrote reports like the one they were asked for a couple times a month. He was really moving up in the world if his judgment was respected enough to gain this rate of pay. Meeting Ms. Tanaka might not only mean an amazing sexual and romantic encounter, but it also might lead to incredible advances in his career.

William stood there naked, gazing at the weighty check in his hands.

"Time to leave now, silly. Hey, want to make me really happy?"

"Sure."

"Go out the same way you came in, crawling, naked this time though. You can put your clothes back on in the hallway."

"How many other apartments are there on the top floor?" William asked.

"Just one other," replied Ms. Tanaka, looking very disappointed in William for bringing it up.

William went to get his clothes, but at Ms. Tanaka's command 'down' he crawled to get them instead and, crawling, carried them and the check through the penthouse door that Ms. Tanaka held open for him. I guess there will be no good-night kiss, William thought sadly. Ms. Tanaka shut the door leaving William in the corridor feeling very naked in the slightly public space. He rushed to get his clothes back on and hurried down to his car. Every inch of him ached from the cruel beatings he had received on successive days from the surprisingly strong and brutal woman. He worried that his wife might see some of the marks and planned how to stay covered when near her for the next few days. No matter what precautions he took that would still be a risk. But, on the other hand, he was suddenly $5,000 richer. He might be in line for a great job offer, who knows. And he was in love, in love, with Ms. Caroline Tanaka.

Ms. Tanaka, meanwhile, was already on the phone with Mr. Sato.

"Did William accept the research project idea?"

"Of course."

"And you paid him already?"

"Of course."

"Excellent. Then he is ours. A few days after he turns in the report tell him about the after hours trading idea. We can make millions of dollars buying or selling his company's mutual fund shares at the closing price even though the stocks in the portfolio have continued to fluctuate in after-hours trading over the counter. We have your rape allegation to hang over him. We have the video tapes of the, ah, 'unusual and embarrassing activities' he's engaged in with you, and now we have his accepting a large unexplained sum of money from us without gaining company approval."

"Yes," said Caroline Tanaka. "It appears we have William by the balls."

She laughed merrily and poured herself a celebratory drink. Life was good.