Erik sighed as he walked back toward his office from the kitchen, a fresh cup of coffee in one hand and a blueberry scone in his left, wrapped in a soft cloth. His day was dragging on, and this next meeting was going to be the worst by far. It had been called by the CEO, it was an all-hands for management and project teams, which meant easily 60 attendees all trying to curry favor, guard their budgets, and generally justify their existence. His team was not likely on the chopping block, but he still needed to attend, still needed to represent, which meant he'd have to weigh in at least a few times, and couldn't just duck out and keep his camera off. Randy, the CEO, insisted that everyone on the meeting have their cameras on and be on screen for the whole meeting. It was insufferable. But, Erik had a plan to make this meeting much more interesting, and as he opened the door to his room a lovely and welcome sight greeted him.
His desk dominated the office, large and imposing, solid wood refinished a few times and dwarfing his company-issued laptop with its gigantic proportions. On it sat a small potted pothos, a little stuffed cow tucked out of sight from the laptop camera, a few coasters, and a framed portrait of him and his wife from a vacation a few years ago, both of them making silly faces with a wind-whipped sea behind them. And beneath the desk... well, that was where things got really interesting.
A padded mat took up the space below the desk, a good six feet wide and four feet deep, and atop the mat was a person, on all fours. This individual was stripped completely nude, their fair skin shimmering in the late morning light coming in through the windows, scattered with small freckles on the shoulders, forearms, and lower back. Their frame was slight, their body covered in a fine coat of short, soft, reddened hairs, and a curly sea of equally red hair fell gracefully from their head over one wide, but slender shoulder. Their chest was flat, muscles showing through the skin not those of one who builds their body, but of someone naturally slender and strong. Their ribs showed with each nervous breath, each inhale expanding their flat chest and stomach and accentuating each lovely curve and depression in their torso. Their face was covered, their eyes obscured by a black sleep mask tied tight to prevent slipping, their aquiline nose holding it in place as well, and their mouth and jaw were obscured by a blue scarf wrapped tightly around several times to keep the noise to a minimum. Their sweet little ass was only inches from the wall under the desk, its gentle curve swaying with each movement as they tried to keep upright. And finally, between the figure's legs swung a metal cage, holding a straining cock tight in its grip with the balls swinging and aching just beneath.
Erik looked to the figure and smiled, admiring his own handiwork as he stepped into the room. He chuckled gently to himself and walked over, placing his coffee on a coaster and his scone next to it before bending down slightly, grasping the figure's angular shin in his long fingers and drawing the face upward as if to look them in the eye. He reached with his other hand as the figure moaned gently behind the cloth and pulled the scarf down, exposing soft, round lips and a mouth gasping with desire, fear, and anticipation. Erik bent further and pressed his own lips to those, the figure desperately lurching into the kiss with an eagerness that nearly tumbled them both over, but Erik pushed the figure back and let his lips part. "Calm, Little One, be good for me and you'll be able to serve me all morning." The figure whimpered, whined, and pulled in a deep shuddering breath as they tried to control their desire. "Now no more sounds, Pet. I'm going to start my meeting, and I expect you to do a good job taking care of me without embarrassing me." Erik's words were slow, silky, seductive, and meant to test his Pet's loyalty, patience, and obedience.
The Pet did as they were instructed, taking a few deep breaths to compose themselves and then got back into position, all fours with face forward as Erik pulled back the rolling office chair and sat in it. Erik pushed himself into position in front of his laptop and the Pet's face rested firmly between his thighs, a few inches from his khaki's zipper as the hot breath from his Pet's shuddering breath slowly warmed him. He smiled and took a slow sip of his coffee, listening with delight to the struggling breath and restrained desire of his Pet as he slowly opened the link to his meeting. As the system loaded, he reached down with his left hand and pulled gently on the end of his belt, threading it through the metal clasp and opening it. He felt his Pet's breath catch in their throat, felt them hold that breath in anticipation as they heard the belt, the button, and then the slow, agonizing crawl of the zipper as it slid open.
