It’s 7pm and the office is empty, except for Vivian’s private suite in the far corner. I unlock the door with trembling hands, my heart already racing in anticipation of what’s to come.
Vivian sits regally behind her massive mahogany desk, an imposing figure in her crisp business suit and stiletto heels. Her piercing green eyes rake over me as I approach and kneel at her feet.
“Late again, Jason.” Her voice is pure ice. “You know I expect punctuality. Especially for our special sessions.”
I cast my eyes down, shame burning my cheeks. “I’m sorry, Mistress. It won’t happen again.”
“I expect not. Now remove your clothes. Slowly. I want to drink in every inch of you.”
Trembling, I begin unbuttoning my shirt, revealing myself to her hungry gaze. She circles behind me, her sharp nails tracing my shoulders and down my spine, raising goosebumps in their wake. When I’m fully bared to her, she settles back into her chair.
“Good boy. Now put on your collar and cuffs.”
I slip on the butter-soft black leather, the weight of the metal rings heavy on my skin. Binding me to her. I feel myself harden at the sensation. She smirks, noticing.
“Eager, aren’t we? Already so desperate for your Mistress’ attention. You’ll have to wait for that privilege.”
She snaps her fingers and I scamper to retrieve a vibrator from the attaché case by her desk. Prostrating myself before her, I look up through my lashes.
“Please Mistress,” I breathe. “Please let me please you.”
Her lips curve in a wicked smile. “If you beg prettily enough, pet. But first…”
She boosts her legs up onto the desk, hiking her pencil skirt up to reveal garters and a tiny lacy thong. I drink in the sight greedily. She spreads herself, revealing her dripping sex.
“Pleasure me with your tongue. If you do well enough, I may let you come.”
I dive in eagerly, lapping at her through the lace until she pushes it aside impatiently. I feast on her, savoring her musky taste, the way her thighs tremble against my face. She directs me with searing commands and tugs on my hair, bringing me to the brink.
“Yes, yes, just like that, you filthy boy – ahhh! Don’t you dare come! Focus on worshipping me!”
I whimper around her clit, the vibrator buzzing maddeningly against my hard, weeping cock. She rides my face harder, her cries rising. With a strangled scream, she comes undone, gushing into my mouth.
I lick her through it, drinking down her release. She shoves me back, panting. I’m quivering with need, the vibrator still pulsing against my bare flesh.
“Did you come?” Vivian demands, eyes flashing.
“N-no Mistress! I didn’t!”
“Good boy. You may have a treat.” She flicks two fingers at me. “Climax for me. Now.”
With a choked sob, I let go, spilling myself in thick ropes across the carpet, wave after wave until I’m spent. I collapse at her feet, broken and blissed out.
Vivian cups my face almost tenderly. “Such a good boy,” she purrs. “You pleased your Mistress very well. Very well indeed.”
My heart soars at her praise. I’ll do anything, be anything, as long as I can keep earning that look of satisfaction on her face. Of pure, utter devotion. I am hers, now and forever.
As she cleans me with a soft cloth and helps me dress, I know I’m exactly where I belong – under Vivian’s total control, with my collar snug around my throat. Her perfect, obedient toy.