"Come in Doug. The door is open."
I watched as the meek young accountant pushed open my office door and stepped inside. I didn't understand how such a hot little twink had ended up in such a boring job, but it was working out well for me. Our office only had two male workers and I had both of them in my office right now. Of course, Doug didn't know that his buddy Tom was already in here, stashed away under my desk like the good pet I'd long ago made him into. Doug was new and it was time to break him in just like I'd broken Tom in. Tom was a hunky, tan, muscular guy. He seemed to be a total ladies' man out there in the main office, but in here, we knew better. He was crouched naked under my desk. If that wasn't a testament to my power and his lack thereof, I didn't know what was.
"Sit down," I invited Doug, gesturing to my own chair. "The other chairs are being reupholstered," I lied, explaining the lack of furniture in front of the desk. Doug hesitated and then sat down in my chair, his eyes on me the whole time. And why shouldn't they be? I looked fantastic. I was wearing a dark blue business suit, but it wasn't really business-appropriate. The skirt ended at least six inches above my knee, making it a mini skirt. And I wore no blouse under my low-cut blazer, just a lacy black pushup bra that matched my lacy black thong. I paired that with my favorite black stilettos and the two men in the office couldn't stop staring.
Doug was cute, he really was. He wore suits and took lunch breaks that were exactly the half hour allotted. Other employees dressed far more casually and took lengthy lunch breaks. Doug was a model employee; he was so desperate to please. He'd only been on the job about three weeks. He had a hot body and a cute boyish face. I'd hired him for his looks more than his credentials...I knew as soon as I saw him that he needed to be dominated and his eyes opened to what he was really meant to do.
"Doug, you've been here for three weeks now, right?" I sat on the edge of my desk, my skirt riding up to show more thigh. His eyes followed my skirt's progress upwards. "Well I think that it's time for us to have a serious talk." As I spoke, I heard the sound of a zipper lowering and saw Doug jump slightly. But I kept talking, forcing him to keep eye contact by staring intently at him and leaning over the desk slightly. When his eyes weren't on mine, they were on the cleavage I was pressing towards him. I continued to speak about his job security and how it was hard to keep on new employees in this economy. I was speaking nonsense; using big words that I knew wouldn't register with him. I could hear the soft slurping sounds from under the desk and I knew that my pet Tom had found Doug's cock in his pants and drawn it out to suckle. Doug was fidgeting in his chair and I drew his attention back. "Doug, look at me. I'm going to leave you in here to think about my offer." I had made no offer, but I could see the panic in his eyes as he tried to recall something I had supposedly said.