Web master

Ms. Louise

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(All the trouble I had with the last web master, is repaid!...Ms. Louise)

    The phone rang once again at the studio as Mistress Louise was about to step out for lunch. It was a call from mike purser, the man responsible for Her web site. "i finally got a chance to update that material You requested", he said. "What about the phone number, did you get that corrected?" asked Ms. Louise, "you know that's costing Me business." Her voice sounded firm as She waited for his reply. "That's all taken care of now, i'm sorry about that slight mishap," mike replied. As it turned out, the web site contained the wrong phone number on the home page and has been posted in that manner for 3 months now.
    "Did you finally get around to updating the stories I sent you as well?" the Mistress asked.
    "The two You sent me are now up and running in place of the two that were outdated," replied mr. purser. "Now i just need to get them rules up again from the previous site." A disappointed sign echoed over the line as if any patience the Mistress had just left in Her breath. "I asked for them to be up last week, I have been telling My clients to refer to rules that do not even exist on My site," She yelled. "You are making Me look silly, now aren't you?". mike needed to do some serious tap dancing at this point, as he assured the Mistress this was something he was going to address right away. "i'll do them now as soon as i get off the phone with You," he promised. "Very well then, be quick about it," Ms. Louise snapped, "and while you're at it, run Me off the stats for My web page for this week?" Feeling somewhat relieved, mike replied "No problem".
    With that the phone call ended. The rules were added to the site and the statistics were printed out for the week requested. Once again, the web master was able to buy time and avoid any further backlash from Louise... so he thought.
    On Monday the phone rang again only this time it was mr. purser's phone. It was Mistress Louise calling to see if the site was updated as promised. "Hold on a minute," mike said as he switched to another line. Mistress Louise did not take kindly to being put on hold and made to wait. "Everything has been taken care of Louise," mike assured. "Very well then are you going to make Me wait for My reports as well? Louise snipped. "No, i can run them over to You around 2 this afternoon if that is okay with You?" the web master responded. "That's fine," She said, "and while you're here can you take a look at My computer, the system always freezes up when I go to view My site." The Mistress wanted to be able to check up on his work as She knew from time to time he would slack off on Her projects. "No problem, i'll be there at 2," he said.
    When mr. purser arrived he knocked on the door to the studio and waited for the Mistress to respond. "Why, hello, mike," She welcomed as She grabbed the reports, "Go ahead and do what you have to on the computer I got things to do in the other room." She then walked toward the back room of Her studio. "i hope i am not disturbing anything," mike said. "Oh no, I've invited some clients over to do a discussion on My web page....kind of like a private chat room if you know what I mean," She smiled, "we are going to go over some of the concerns and these stats to further enhance the site and to get their feedback." mr. purser felt a little left out. "Is there something i can help with?" he asked. "Of course you will take part in it, but not until I need you," She said smirking. "For now just do what you have to do to get the computer running correctly."
    mike sat down and began doing checks on Her system and loading new software as needed. Mistress Louise was busy doing things in the back room. The studio door knocked and Ms. Louise called out, "Can you get that?" mr. purser got up to answer the door. There were two gentlemen standing in the doorway with a puzzled look on their faces. "Is Mistress Louise in?" one of the men asked. "Yea, She's right in the back expecting you," mike said as he pointed toward the back room.
    As they walked back, mike sat back down to continue his work. Just as he started to resume, the door knocked again. With a deep sigh he got up again and answered the door. It was another man looking for Mistress Louise. Once again mike directed him to the back room and returned to doing work on the computer.
    After about an hour of installing new software and running checks, the web master was finished. he went to grab his coat and tell Louise he had to run. "Wait," said the Mistress, "We want your input on the site." With that She grabbed his arm and dragged him into the back room. mr. purser really had no choice but to participate. In the room he saw the three men sitting in folding chairs in front of the spanking bench. Mistress Louise guided the web master there, hopped up onto the bench and continued speaking to the group. "Now that we have discussed these issues, I think it is only fair to get mr. purser involved," She stated, "after all, he's the one responsible for the site." The group of men agreed by nodding their heads as they sat.
    "We were just going over some of the problems we are having with the web site and felt you would be best able to answer up to them," said the Mistress. "No problem," assured mike "where do we begin?" As if he was going to be doing a question and answer session, mr. purser removed his coat and stood in front of the group. "We will begin with the phone number error you had on My site," stated Mistress Louise. “Just this weekend the reports show the site received 146 hits. That's 146 hits that showed the wrong number. How do you answer to this?" his voiced cracked as he began to speak, "Now that it is fixed, any hits you get will have the right number," he grumbled. With that the Mistress rose to Her feet. "I think it would only be appropriate if you received as many hits on your backside until we get the right number....say 146," Louise grinned. "Do you guys agree?" The gentlemen all nodded their heads in agreement of their Mistress.
    "Whoa, i thought this was to be a discussion," Mike said reaching for his coat. "We'll discuss it as we go. Now, if you walk out without participating fully, I will have to find someone else to do my site that can take responsibility." Mistress Louise informed him. "Fine, when we are done here, i'll pay for my mistake in the manner You stated." replied the web master "Now where were we?"
    "One thing at a time mr. purser!" Louise demanded firmly. "Now approach the bench and prepare yourself at once." A bit startled, mr. purser's eyes got big as he silently pleaded with the Mistress not to humiliate him in this fashion. his hand gestures and eye rolls had no effect as She waited for him to do as instructed. he slowly approached the bench, leaned his hands against it, and tapped his foot nervously. "Drop'em and bend, "The Mistress yelled. "Don't act as if it's the first time you've been over My bench!" mike reached to undo his pants and let them drop to his ankles. With hesitance, he draped himself over the bench and his bare butt was exposed to all in the room. It seemed like eternity as the Mistress fastened his wrists down and went to retrieve the appropriate equipment to do the task. As he waited, mr. purser tried to imagine none of this was happening and tried to lose himself in thoughts to avoid the humiliation he was feeling. That came to an abrupt halt as the first swat landed on his rear. "Ouch!" was all he could muster up as there was no use in pleading. That one stung as mike tried to guess which instrument was being used. By the 8th swat he figured it was the leather paddle with the holes that left marks that resembled swiss cheese. he knew there was no way he could take 146 of those without breaking down in pleas. As it ended up, only 30 were done in this fashion, which left a big impact on his upturned butt. The remaining punishment alternated between various implements at the discretion of the Mistress with the cane being used to finish off the last 25.
    At this point mr. purser was squirming frantically and near tears. The gentlemen with the ringside seats watched in amazement as they snickered and made comments amongst themselves. This was a severe beating that left marks to prove it.   mike was left to think about all 146 people who decided to view the page over the weekend and held in his own personal resentment. Why this weekend, was everyone so anxious to see Her site? It's not like the pictures were new or anything. None the less, the price was paid for that slip up and the talks resumed about the site. Mistress Louise hopped up on the bench, over mike's back and continued to address the audience and their concerns. "Now someone here brought up the fact that they do not have the plug-in necessary to view the site." She declared. One of the gentlemen spoke up and took claim to this complaint. "This makes it impossible for me to see the entire site," the spectator said. "Well lets see if our web master has the correct plug-in." Mistress Louise said as She spread mr. purser's ass cheeks apart. "Nope, no plug-in. This is something I can take care of now while we're here," She laughed out as She went to fetch a large plug from Her shelf. Mistress Louise took the plug and inserted it into mike's mouth. "Now get it nice and wet, It'll just make it easier on you going in," She told him as She moved the plug in and out of his mouth. After forcing him to lubricate the plug with his saliva, She pulled it out and inserted the plug into his butt.
    "See, now we have the correct plug-in!" She laughed as She held Her arms out to demonstrate Her handiwork. The Mistress then left the room without hesitation and left the web master bent over the bench with a plug up his ass for all to see.
    When She returned, She walked to the front of the bench and faced mr. purser. Louise put a wig on his head and began applying makeup to his lips. "Please," he whispered to Her trying to get Her to refrain from feminizing him. "This is not for My benefit mr. purser," She stated as She finished up the lipstick. With that said, the Mistress held a metal gadget in front of mike's face and instructed him to open his mouth. When he did so, She slipped the contraption into his mouth and began working it open. The devise was opened and locked, forcing mr. purser to keep his mouth open. She then called to Her audience. "Did everyone remember to bring their stored data like instructed?" She asked. The men all acknowledged that they had done as asked. "Very well then, come up here and gather around our web master," Mistress instructed. All three men got up, walked to the front of the bench and stood in front of mr. purser.
    "It seems another problem with My web site is the download time. These clients have to wait forever to view the pictures and stories they want to see," Louise stated. "And we all know what they like to do with those pictures and stories..... relieve themselves at my expense." The men were embarrassed as they looked at each other. "Do you have anything to say for yourself web master, to these guys who pay a monthly fee to use the internet for their pleasure?" She asked as She pulled on his ear. "Of course not, you cannot speak with your mouth wide open, ha-ha. you can give your excuse when we are finished." The Mistress resumed Her spot on top of the bench as She looked over Her reports. She flipped through them page by page as the men watched Her. "What is the bottom line here to this report mr. web master?" She asked all business like. "I dunt naw" mike was able to crack out. "That's the wrong answer mr. purser. I think I'll show you what a bottom line looks like so the next time I get a better answer," She snapped as She jumped down from the bench. The Mistress turned around, lifted Her skirt and exposed Her behind to the bent over mr. Purser. "This is a bottom line," She said as She grabbed his wig and forced Her butt crack into his face. This seemed to excite the three men present as the began shifting from one leg to another and trying to avoid absorbing too much.
    Louise pulled away hastily and began walking to the front room. After about 5 minutes She returned to the scene wearing a strap on dildo. She took Her place back on top of mike's back as She looked over the 3 men present. "Okay boys, I think it is only right that you spend the remainder of your time here downloading your saved data... " Louise laughed "Right here on his laptop, I mean LIPTOP." The men all looked at each other in confusion. "Drop your pants and relieve yourselves as you would if my pictures had been updated," She instructed. "Only this time, it's at our web master's expense. The wig and the lipstick was the best I could do to help." That said all three men dropped their pants and began stroking themselves. mr. purser was helplessly looking at three cocks inches away from his face. he began to shake his head in protest but the Mistress was not concerned. Instead She was removing the plug from his behind and preparing to grease him up for the strap-on. "While you gentlemen take care of your stored data, I am going to upload more RAM in his ass!" She said as She inserted the tip of the latex penis in his already stretched butt hole.
    mr. purser was now in tears as he was being slammed in the backside and ridiculed in front by the manhood staring at his face. This was total humiliation. One by one the three men downloaded their data on the web master's locked open mouth. his behind was throbbing from the beating and the banging it was taken and he was in shambles trying to collect himself. The Mistress withdrew Her strap-on from the web master and thanked the gentlemen for participating in the discussion. She then walked them out to the front room where the departed, thanking the Mistress for addressing their concerns. When She finished escorting them out, She returned to the heap of a man known as the web master. She proceeded to remove the metal gag from his mouth and untie his hands from the bench. It took him a few seconds to stand up as he was wiping the humiliation off his face. "And now I'd like to address the final problem, which occurs to me every time I go to view my site," The Mistress said softly. "It seems I always get locked up when I go to it." She the proceeded to the wall and grabbed the metal chastity device. "I think it's only fair that you get locked up yourself to know how it feels." With that, She placed the device over his manhood and instructed him to pull up his pants. he did as told and walked over to get his coat. "Can I at least go wash up and get this lipstick off?" he babbled. "I think you're left with enough memories tonight that the lipstick is really trivial, you may wash up and come out front when you're done," Louise said as She left him to do what he needed to salvage whatever dignity was left.
    "What about this?" mike asked pointing at his locked crotch. "When do I get this off?" "you may stop tomorrow morning to pick up photos and new story I'll have ready," She stated. "At this time I will remove the device and give you further instructions.”
    As planned the device was removed and new photos were given to the web master to upload onto the sight. To his amazement, they consisted of all the events that took place the night before. The humility did not stop there as his pictures would be exposed for all to see.

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