Mr. Mister, over the last few years, had remodeled his office with the help of both me and Janet, his Personal Assistant. Since the first time I’d brought him lunch, we had made my visits a weekly habit, more often if he requested it. With the updates to his desk and office, however, I could now spend more time there without his clients’ knowledge.
Today, after Mr. finished his lunch and had cum down my throat, he had unlocked his special closet next to his desk. Inside this closet, the doors were lined with various tools and implements. An assortment of O-rings attached to the back wall allowed for him to bind me in various poses.
Face the Wall.
I stepped into the deep closet, a small room, actually. Mr. Placed cuffs on my wrists and ankles, then, using carabiners, attached them to the wall rings in a standing spread eagle pose. He chose a soft cat which he applied evenly to my back, ass, thighs, and calves. I began to moan with pleasure.
Sir, Janet crisply stated, she’s going to have to remain completely silent. The next clients are very conservative and would never approve of our lifestyles.
Good point, Janet. Marissa? Hush now.
He continued the light flogging and I bit my lip. Finally, I couldn’t stop myself. I moaned again, my juices flowing down my thighs. I heard both Mr. and Janet sigh.
I glanced to my right as Janet chose a gag.
Yes. That will do. It will reminder her to keep quiet yet still allow for easy breathing.
The gag was silicone open mouth. My teeth fit around the opening, holding my mouth open. Technically, I could still mumble or moan, but I wouldn’t. If I did, a dildo would be placed in the opening, pressing my tongue down uncomfortably.
It’s time, Sir.
Mr. Mister replaced the flogger, kissed my neck, and murmured, Now be good, Marissa. I have a lovely afternoon planned for your and my enjoyment if you behave well for the next thirty minutes. If my client hears even one sound, though, you will need retraining.
I sucked in my breath. I nodded my understanding.
The door closed. The key turned in the lock. I focused on the muffled voices. The soft flogging had left my skin alive, needing more. Craving his touch. My nipples hardened. Time stopped.
I squealed in surprise when the door to the closet was flung open.
What do you think, Janet?
Well, Sir, she only made a small sound after the client left. I’m sure it was involuntary.
I heard Mr. Mister sigh before he said
Good point. Janet, add the notes from the meeting to the file, please, and begin coordinating the event.
Yes, Sir
Mr. unclipped my cuffs and led me to his desk. He bend me over it and ran a finger down my slick slit.
You are always wet, he murmured.
He eased his cock in and I moaned with pleasure. Gently, slowly, he made love to me, making sure I found my pleasure over and over. I bit down on the silicone gag, trying not to scream his name. We were, after all, still in his office. Far too soon, he found his pleasure as well.
He removed my gag and helped me lie on the futon hidden beneath his desk.
Take a nap, Marissa. I’ll wake you when I need you again.
Anarie Brady 