This morning, Mister again filled me with his cum , this time in my ass. He then plugged me, telling me that when I come up to the 12th floor to lunch with him, he will ‘attend to the plug’ then. He also had me dress in restrictive lingerie, stockings, heels, and a professional dress. He made sure the corset/girdle was quite tight while not impeding blood flow. I have excellent posture anyway, but today, I had no choice to be anything other than fully erect. I loved the feel of the silk and boning pressing against my skin.
Mister drove me to work, walked me to my reception desk in front of the main doors, then stated, “I’ll see you at 1:00.”
I sat gingerly on my wooden office chair, something Mister insisted upon, feeling the plug press into my body and smiling at the slight discomfort. I welcomed and directed fifteen clients into the building, directed a large number of phone calls, and escorted high level clients to the cafeteria while Jim manned the main Reception Desk. Before I knew it, it was 1:10 p.m. I was late.
I rushed to the elevator and had just pressed number 12 when my personal phone buzzed.
Mister: You’re late.
Me: I know, Mister. I’m sorry. I was escorting Clients to the cafeteria for Mr. Williams. Almost to the 12th floor now.
The elevators doors opened and I hurriedly strode to his office. I knocked on the door and waited for his, “Enter” before stepping. When I did, I immediately shut the door behind me, locked it, and lowered my eyes.
“Mister, I know I should have texted you to let you know I’d be late. I apologize and willing accept your loving correction,” I intoned, meaning every word.
He spun in his chair and pointed to the place directly in front of him. I came forward, knelt, unzipped his trousers, and began to suck his cock. He smelled of man and soap and musk. I was intoxicated.
“You’ve disappointed me, Meg. Which means, you, too, will be disappointed. No orgasms for you until tonight. After dinner. If you cause no further disappointments.”
He was panting. his cock enlarged slighted, and his exquisite balls tightened. obviously, I didn’t answer as my mouth was being utilized for more important purposes, yet I felt the rightness of his decree. Fair enough, I thought.
Just then, he grasped the back of my head and pushed it down, causing me to gag slightly, as he pumped his cream down my throat. Once he finished, I licked him clean and sat back on my heels.
He arranged himself, washed his hands in his private bathroom, and motioned for me to come to the small table on the side of his office. I crawled as he hadn’t given permission for me to stand. This pleased him and I breathed a sigh of relief. I WANTED that orgasm tonight! I stayed by his feet while he ate his lunch, feeding me bits of sandwich, apple, and grapes along with sips of water. Once we finished, he cleaned off the table and patted it.
“Come. It’s time to check that plug. You’ve had it in long enough, Meg.”
I stood and bent over the table. Mister pushed my panties down and off. Next, he slowly eased the plug from my body. I gasped when the widest part spread my anus. After it was out, I felt empty, bereft even.
“There. Now. Stay put. I don’t want something this large in you for too long, but that doesn’t mean you’ll be left without. Obviously, you need a reminder of our guidelines, don’t you?”
“I do, Mister. Thank you,” I murmured.
I bit my lip as he put on a glove and applied a thin covering of chili pepper paste to my bottom. The burn began immediate and I whimpered.
“Shhhh. You will be completely professional, won’t you?”
I sniffled, but replied, “I will, Mister.”
Next, he inserted a TON of lubrication into my anus and popped in bead after bead. I again felt full, but not uncomfortable, aside from my stinging skin.
I wanted to come. I needed to come. I absolutely could NOT come! After the four balls were fully inserted, he helped me put my panties back on, along with my skirt and blouse. Once I was again the professional, he kissed my cheek, patted my bottom and said, “I’ll meet you in the lobby at 5:30, Meg.”
I smiled and returned to my desk.
The hours DRAGGED by, and I couldn’t keep my mind completely off my ass (which continued to burn for two hours!) or my filled anus (every movement caused the balls to move, making me horny as hell!)
Eventually, Mister was in front of me and I was grabbing my bag. In the car he inquired how my afternoon went.
“Oh Mister, it was so very difficult to concentrate! All I wanted to do was rub my bottom or orgasm,” I admitted.
He laughed, helping me from the car when we reached home. “Good,” he answered. “Go put your clothes away, all of them. I’ll throw together something simple for dinner, but you will naked.”
I rushed to obey him. By the time I returned to the dining room, he had some crusty bread, soup, and a bottle of wine on the table. As we ate, I kept eyeing him. He truly was one of the most handsome men I’d every seen in my life. The anal beads still shifted with every movement I made and I wanted him so badly I could taste it!
He, however, tortured me by taking his sweet time with dinner. Finally, FINALLY, he said, “You look like you’re ready to pounce on me. I like that.”
“I’m glad, Mister, because I ready!”
He laughed and began gathering the dishes. “Excellent. Why don’t you head to the bedroom. Lie on the bed, belly down, hips raised on the wedge pillow. I’ll be there momentarily, Meg. And then,” he kissed the top of my head and continued, “I promise to make your dreams come true.”
Mister, is nothing, if not a man of his word.
Anarie Brady 