The Story begins here. At precisely 1:00 p.m. I knocked on Mister’s door. I’d already greeted his assistant, Barry, but I never just walked into Mister’s office. I always knocked and waited. Mister had taught me this lesson a few months ago, but that’s a story for another day. When I heard him bid me enter, I stepped into his office. He greeted me with a hug and kiss, then asked how I was feeling. “Tender and wonderful,” I answered. “Perfect!” he said with a laugh. He has a small table with two chairs in his office where he (probably Barry, actually) had set out a couple of sandwiches and glasses of lemon water. He held one chair out for me and we ate our lunch, chatting over various topics. When we finished eating, he reached into his pocked and handed me a small metal plug. “Suck,” he ordered. I opened my mouth and put the plug it. He continued to chat, this time about what he planned to do with me once we got home. I would remove my clothing before fixing dinner. While he ate, I would kneel beneath the table, sucking his cock. Only after he had come would I be allowed to eat. (At this point I was so wet I was worried it was seeping through my already damp panties and marking my dress!) Then, he would return the favor by eating his dessert – me – while I enjoyed my dinner.  I would not come until I’d cleaned my plate. He went on from there – to be continued at a later blog,. Then, he held out his hand to help me stand. He bent me over the table then removed the plug from my mouth. He pushed up my skirt and pulled my white panties aside. I closed my eyes, and quietly said, “Please, sir. Not all afternoon. Please. It’s so hard to work when you have me plugged. Isn’t the sore bottom enough? I can’t move without remembering this morning.” Naturally, he ignored me and inserted the plug. He told me to stand and straighten my dress. I did so, head bowed. I absolutely hate (but also love) when he does this. At least it will only be for half a day. In the past, he’s plugged me for the entire day! He kissed me, patted my bottom then held the door open for me. “I’ll pick you up at your desk at five,” he said, a satisfied grin on his face. I waved to Barry and made my way to the elevator. It was going to be a long, tortuous, lovely afternoon.