A pizza boy. Here I am with a college degree in philosophy and starting my first day as delivery boy for Itza Pizza Place. Turns out all that time and money I've invested doesn't add up to a career right now. The student loans I have are adding up though, hence the new job. God this was going to be fun.
Several houses and several hours later I was praying for this night to end. Most people were nice but they treated you as if you were a machine not a person. Take the money and walk away. The less they saw of you the better. God, it was so dehumanizing. Reaching the last stop I sighed in relief. It was a nondescript looking building on the edge of town.
I knocked on the cold metal door. The woman who answered blew my mind. She was tall & fair skinned with wavy red hair flowing over her shoulders. She wore knee high black stiletto boots, fishnet stockings, a very short leather mini-skirt, a tight black leather corset that showed off her ample cleavage. In her long black leather glove adorned hairs she held a crop. I stared at her mouth agape for a second.
"Oh good, food. I'm starving. Come with me."
I followed into a large and very strange room. A black leather table with shackles hanging off the edge sat next to a wall-mountain trident shaped bondage cross and a high sitting wooden chairs with shackles hanging from the rear legs. Oh, she was a dominatrix. That explained a lot.
"Let me see it."
"Excuse me?"
"The pizza, boy. I'm not paying for it until I check it."
"OK," I said confused, handing her the pie.
She opened the box and looked inside. Her face changed. It was suddenly filled with rage. She tossed it into the trash.
"What the hell?" I asked.
"Anchovies. I've you people time and time again no anchovies."
Letting out a growl of pure frustration she grabbed me and drug me over to a set of wooden stocks. She forced my head and hands into the holes locking them in place. She then yanked down my pants.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
She grabbed a paddle and began whacking me on the ass. Each blow sent a fresh sting of pain into my body.
"I. Keep. Telling. You. I. Hate. Anchovies!"
"Please, stop! I'm just the delivery boy!"
"You're right."
She grabbed her phone and placed a call.
"Yes, this is Miranda Harrington. No, I did not enjoy my pizza. Why? BECAUSE OF THE FUCKING ANCHOVIES! I've told you time and time again I hate them. Yet you keep putting them on my pizza! I want my money back. All of it! For every pizza I've ever bought from you! Until you do you won't be getting your pizza boy back."
She hung up the phone.
"What the hell Lady! You can't be serious!" I shouted.
Big mistake. She stormed over and spanked me several times as hard as she could.
"Never to talk to your Mistress like that again."
"Goddammit woman just let me go!"
"Such an unruly boy. You need to learn to behave. Until that money comes I'm going to have to train you up. Now show that ass again. It needs a few more good hard whacks."
"No, please, don't. I'll do anything."
"Trust me, you soon will."