8 PM in South Korea and I'm last one in the office. The report is saved and almost all the lights are out in our open landscape. Home is only a stroll away so why not, I reason, as I open an incognito tab and start browsing.
A middle aged man stands with heads on his head taking several slaps aimed carefully at his crotch, as I watch mesmerized. Transfixed with the petite woman taking charge of him and administering his punishments, no doubt well deserved.
I have been here for just 6 months coming to the rescue to a project that suddenly lost its entire staff. The office is big with 60 or so people, hectic, and four Korean secretaries all in different ages.
All of them beautiful, each in their own way, and each one of them will turn on you like the devil wears Prada if you cross them. Sweet-talking the secretaries is important to get anything done. I have been caught staring so many times I have nearly given up, and my fantasies run wild on some days.
In particular the young miss Choi, a petite young woman with a mild temper, but a style of clothing that borders on inappropriate for an office environment.
On occasion she wears black leather shorts to work. She always sports a modern hairstyle, stopping just below her ears, and her face is just so cute she could be sugarcoated. Her tops are discreet usually, but always accentuates her shapely breasts that must be a C cup.
And if that wasn't enough she seems to be just an all-around nice person.
So who else would suddenly step up giggling behind me as I watch porn in the office? I close the window in panic, miss the button and minimizes so it just pops back up.
Being a gambling man I had already let some sound on at a low volume but this now sounds like full-on concert sound of a strict woman and whimpering man.
As I fumble around in panic, my erection is fully visible in my loose pants. "Interesting choice." She giggles out in her usual low tone of voice.
"Uhm..I ..eh, I am going home." I couldn't think of anything that could possibly explain or excuse me. The cat's out of the bag, and we both know it.
She just smiles and looks at me with intent and determination, something that has never been evident in her.
"Yes, you should." She just retorts, dryly. "But this Friday you will come to this address, same time as now. Don't be late." She says astutely and handing me a note with the address, having made some kind of decision involving me that I am not aware of as yet.
The rest of the week is awkward, at best. Her usual friendly smile now has a wicked flare to it each time we pass, and all I can do is look down.
I'm so nervous I can't even masturbate, and work goes by slowly. Mostly just browsing to make the days go by and I can constantly hear the secretaries giggling, all-encompassing the room as all I can think is the laughs are about me.
My logical sense tells me they were laughing just as much before, but that doesn't help. I cannot shake the feeling the giggling is aimed in my direction.
Friday finally comes and I knock on the door, discreetly. I don't know why but I am glad no-one saw me coming in, as if it would matter. It's not as if any part of the town is off limits or shoddy.
Miss Choi opening the door, wearing the damn leather shorts. She must have known they were driving me crazy. This time she is not smiling, she is grinning at my nervous disposition and her face does not show an inch of respect.
Without speaking she lets me enter, and as custom prescribes I take off my shoes upon entering.
"Undress." She says, with no hesitation, but determined even if her voice is still as low as ever. I know this is my fantasy but going through with it, living it, being that guy.
I never imagined I could. Having fantasies were always enough for me. I'm a careful guy, I never speak out of turn and I try to keep my head low.
There was never that need in me to live it out, I was perfectly happy as is. Yet here I am.
My face goes flustered, Miss Choi stares at me with a menacing glare, awaiting my next move. I am hesitant. What will happen if I leave? Would she report me?
Out me to my boss as the guy who clocks in on overtime, watching porn, and will he even care? And now that I am here does any of that really matter?
I decide on the latter as my sweaty hands go up and start unbuttoning my shirt. My ears are buzzing like there's a gale force wind blowing through.
Miss Choi taps her fingers and smiles, as my shirt comes off. I'm not a gym fanatic and my bare upper body is decidedly average, not too chubby and not too polished. Socks first or not?
The image of me in my boxers and socks repulses even myself so I take the socks off, clumsily. That couldn't have looked good.
Stepping back up I look at her with pleading eyes standing in my boxers. She raises an eyebrow and looks at them. "Well? I said undress." She confirms, putting any doubt aside, as if there ever was any.
The boxers scrape over my pubic hair as I pull them off and leave them on the shelf next to the door. I am trembling with nervousness; my penis is not even erect as I feel sick. She grins seeing my cock exposed bare, not a thread on my body.
"Not the biggest I have seen." She says, giggling, with that Korean honesty that often is amusing but at this moment feels even more inappropriate.
Even if she is probably right. I'm not tiny, but yet again she has discovered an average feature about me. She doesn't bother touching me; I have a feeling that is not what this is about.
She opens the drawer next to me and pulls out a leather collar and chain. Locking it around my neck she allows her soft little hand to just barely brush over my chest, making me gasp and the buzzing in my ear stop for just a second.
Only at this moment I hear the all too familiar laughing and giggling coming from inside the apartment. The twitch that went through my cock making it lift a little quickly subsides and the sick guttural feeling comes rushing back.
"Yes, I invited some other friends over. I think you know them." She says, cruelly.
She tugs firmly on my collar and pulls me towards the living room. I can barely breath, this may just be too much. I can feel my flaccid cock brush against my thighs, swaying freely as I am lead on naked.
There they all sit, Miss Park, Miss Kim and Miss Noh, laughing hysterically as I enter on Miss Choi's leash and command.
Standing naked before the secretaries that have helped me up till now, with translations, paper work and all the tedious operations of the office.
"Hello, Geoff, how nice to see you." Miss Park says sarcastically, the oldest of the group.
"Aren't you happy to see us?" Similarly aged Miss Noh says, with a wicked grin as she looks at my limp cock.
"I guess not." Miss Kim exclaims and crosses her legs, wearing an as short a skirt as usual and her white, firm thighs as sexy as ever.
Miss Choi drags me to the center of the room and makes me hold my own chain before she takes her seat in an impressive leather chair.
They all snap some pictures with their phones, now that I am not standing next to either one of them. Obviously this is all coordinated and planned.
"Now that our servant is here our party can begin." Miss Choi says to the others, with them nodding. "But maybe he needs some discipline first, so there are no mistakes."
Their laughs are a mix of cruelty and pleasure; they have been looking forward to this as much as I have feared it. Miss Park stands up and firmly places my hands on my head before she walks around me, the other girls giggling furiously.
On her second round she steps up front and quickly lets her flat hand come down over my cock. I fall to my knees and whimper like a little girl in surprise.
