She was kneeling on the floor in a corner, the steel collar gleaming in the dark when she heard the door opening. Silently, she moved toward the desk on her fours, like a swift ferret. Even if she wore an eye mask, she had learned how to find her position, and be ready when he sat on his chair and unzipped his trousers. She had learned to take his penis and let it rest in her mouth as if it was his natural raw leather box. The agreement was clear when he had hired her; her position as Marketing Assistant no more than a disguise of her actual position which was...well, she couldn't say.
They had met on a dating app, where she had been intrigued by his very specific requirements.
He was not very tall, balding, but she had sharp, demanding eyes. She had a soft body, without being fat, a little round nose that she thought made people laugh, long lips to which she liked to apply a lipstick a shade too red. They had sex after dinner and a few more dates later with no strings attached. She felt she could fall in love. Then he made the proposal which at the beginning sounded like a joke or a kinky game. In truth, she loved the feel, the smell of his penis; how it filled her mouth; how it expanded, how it shrank, the silky skin moistened by her saliva.
After hearing it, she laughed at his idea, but then it started to haunt her, to be the last thought before sleeping. It felt like a dare: could she do it? Once she woke up with the very real feeling that she had kept his penis in her mouth for the whole night: she turned at the other side of the bed, but he was not there (he had never slept in her flat, as a matter of fact); still, the acrid taste of his sex lingered in her mouth. After breakfast, she messaged him: "I'll do it."
His reply arrived only at lunchtime after she had spent a restless morning, thinking one hundred times to recall the message or deny it, or simply demand an answer from him. When it arrived it said: "Come to my office at 6 PM."
When she arrived at the small building, he came to pick her up at the door. Everybody had already left the open space that they crossed to reach his private office.
He sat at his desk and looked ironically at her, standing in front of him. "Undress." She looked around, suddenly shy.
"You'll spend most of the time naked in this office," he added smiling. " You have seen my body before..." she objected feebly. He just looked at her smiling and silent, until she started pulling off her jumper, her skirt, and then the rest until she was naked in front of him.
The heating was off, so she suddenly felt cold and goosebumps run over her body.
The only thing she could do was to wrap her arms around her chest.
"For a start, you will come to the office at seven-thirty. You'll wait every day in that corner, naked, with an eye mask and this collar." She showed her a thick steel collar, with a ring for a leash. "When I come in, you'll rush to the desk and take my penis in your mouth.No sucking or pulling off, unless I instruct you. This will last one hour. Then your start your job, and at six you will come back, and hold my penis for another hour. Later I might change this arrangement, if so it pleases me. Are you fine with this?" She could only reply with another question. "You said there will be a job..I mean, to justify my presence..."
She was surprised by how real all this sounded. "I think...you could be a marketing assistant..collect information, organize fairs...you will be paid, of course." She wanted to object to the latest part, she was no whore, but then she realized it was the only way that this could work and support her presence there. "Let's start now." "Now?" she replied startled. "Yes...you'll need to practice to reach the table from the corner."
He stood, put and locked the collar on her, attached a leash, covered her eyes with a mask, and made her kneel. The collar was cold and heavy, it took her into the space of submission; she dropped to the floor without a word.
He led her blindfolded through the room until she lost her bearings. Sometimes she hit some pieces of furniture, as she moved clumsily around. "Raise your knees from the floor." He ordered. They continued moving, sometimes he pulled the leash to change her direction and this made her neck ache. Finally, he ordered her to stop and rest. She breathed heavily.
"This is your corner. Wait here, your ass high, until you hear me coming." He quickly pushed her thighs sharply against her chest, so that her buttocks were obscenely outstretched. " I will take you to the desk." He led her until she felt pushed against the drawer chest, her head brushing the bottom part of the desk.
He did it a couple of times, back and forth, and then she unhooked the leash and just gave her orders: "Go!" "Back!"
Sometimes he hit her, probably with a ruler, if she didn't get it right.
Her body was sweating - it was not cold anymore - and she was exhausted.
"All right," she heard him say at last, and then he took off the mask, made her rise, took off the collar, and told her to dress up.
When she was ready, she waited for him, who was working at the computer, to acknowledge her presence.
When it happened, he simply said: "You can leave now. This is the key to get in the office tomorrow morning. Be punctual. Good night."
She left in the cold night, alone.
She had hoped that they would have spent the night together but he seemed to think differently.
She thought of the sensations while she was naked on the floor, sometimes she wanted to rebel, sometimes she felt she had Most of the times she had just hoped that the perverse game could end and that they could make love brutally on the floor.
She couldn't help feeling aroused and wet, even after the shower she took when she reached her flat.
Still, she couldn't touch herself, afraid to acknowledge the emotions that had stirred her body.
The first day it was unreal to wait naked in the corner, to rush to the desk, but then, when his penis rested in her mouth, it felt oddly rewarding.
She had to fight the desire - no - the impulse to suck him, and she could feel he was fighting too the temptation to fuck her mouth: the penis has sudden movements, uncontrolled thrusts.
She felt he wasn't up to much, unable to work while she wrapped his sex - this seemed her sweet revenge.
It wasn't easy, to keep the position, to stretch the jaws...time passed until he slipped his dick out and told her to dress and go.
She shared the open space where she had her desk with his assistant and four more employees sat.
Nobody seemed surprised by her presence, and by the fact she was there before all of them and left later.
The assistant was a wiry woman in her thirties, who could have been attractive if she could just try to go beyond plainness.
She was the one that taught her basics and assigned her tasks.
They had often lunch together, discussing small office issues, fashionable restaurants, or exchanging gossips on celebrities.
If it wasn't for the morning and evening rites, she felt like any other working girl she met in the crowded subway - sometimes she even had the odd thought that they too - all of them - had secrets to hide, just like her.
When she had this thought she smiled at them, and the fact that they smiled back seemed to prove she wasn't wrong.
Sometimes he let himself go. He simply pulled the leash, and she started to suck with energy until he came.
When this happened, she let his load flow gently in her throat.
The ejaculation was no reason to stop. Actually, he liked to keep his penis inside, resting.
A few times it had grown hard again and when this happened he fucked her mouth hard like it was her fault and she had to be punished for it.
He was a man of rites: in any case, he let the hour pass, until, as a final act she cleaned the cock, with her lips and the tongue indulging on the red, rubbery tip.
"There's no need to hide it," the assistant told her once over lunch.
"W...what?" she replied, blushing involuntarily.
"The whole office knows what's going on...you're not the first."
She looked at her, at her eyes, hard and piercing.
"You know...I date...the boss..." she stuttered.
The assistant laughed hard:" I won't call that dating. But don't worry...we don't care. Just...I believe that the arrangement should be changed. Let's talk to the boss later, at six."
The assistant didn't say anything more, and she didn't dare to ask. Did she really know? Did all of them really know? Who were the other girls? But then, why she should be the only one? He was so sure in his words, in his orders: surely there had been others...if so, how it had ended? Had he grown tired of them? Or had they felt the humiliation, the degradation of that routine and had escaped it?
She contemplated leaving before six. Of course, if she left, she couldn't and wouldn't come back. All her efforts...would have been useless. She would not know how all this would finish.
While all these questions and doubts filled her head time passed, and suddenly there were only few minutes to six, and she felt paralyzed, the hands of the large round clock on the wall moving forward, inexorable, until it was six, and it was time to go to serve him.
Today nobody had left yet and when she walked to his office, she exchanged a glance with the assistant, who looked at her and simply smiled, reassuring.
She entered the room. He was having and call.
She undressed and got ready in the corner.
He whispered "Come," and she slipped under the desk, unzipped his trousers, and took his cock in her mouth.
After the turmoil of the afternoon it was relaxing, she had the silly thought that it was a large, alive pacifier.
He stopped talking and for a moment there was silence. Both of them had become, with practice, more skilled. There was no useless resistance in her, no unbridled awakening in him: the penis rested, like a little, warm bird on her tongue.
Someone knocked at the door: was it the assistant? She had a sudden reflex and he pulled the leash, pushing her against the penis, which rubbed the back of her throat. She gagged, and then he loosened the leash a little and she relaxed and steadied.
"Come in," he said.
Her heart raced, imagining what the assistant would see: her naked ass below the desk, the rest easily guessed. She remained still, this being the only possible course of action.
"We all know about her, sir. There's no need to hide it, and we think you want to take this further.
The little work she does out of this room is useless, and it can be managed by me and the other staff, as we have always done.
She can spend all the time here serving you.
