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About one week later she called me in her office again. My co workers immediately called me her pet. And the weren’t that wrong at all. I was on my way to become her pet. Her favorite pet.
Once more I headed up on the highest floor. A little bit nervous. Because I had no clue what to except. In front of her office, her secretary handed me some paperwork to sign: It was all about making sure that what was going on happened on consent. To ensure that I am not gonna sue her afterwards. And to ensure that I am fucked up when I tell anyone about what was going on. Her secretary explicitly told me that I can walk away always. Without any consequences for me. I signed on the pointed line.
I did that, because our first get together stuck with me. I jerked off while thinking about it always. Now I wanted more. And it was clear that more like that stuff that had already happened was gonna happen again.
But for now, it was waiting time. It is nothing but a part of the ritual. You at all times wait in front of the office of some higher up. Luckily this time it wasn’t that terrifying at all. I just swiped trough some random stuff on my phone. While being excited about what would happen once I am inside her office again.
After about ten minutes of waiting I was allowed to go in her office. Her secretary closed the door behind me. This time she was sitting on a comfy chair in one corner of the room. She was wearing a relatively short skirt, some high heels, a shirt and a blazer on that day. She looked beautiful. She didn’t wasted any time with some polite chit chat. She told me to get undressed. In her commanding tone.
I complied. I got out of my clothes. I stripped totally naked. My dick was already rock hard this time. Seeing my boner put a smile on her face: “I see, you are happy to see me. From now on you address me as mistress, understood?”
“Yes, mistress. I understand.”
“That was fast. I see some potential in you. You’ll get somewhere in this company.”
Then she ordered me to go down on all my four. To crawl over to her. I did as she told me. When I arrived in front of her she padded my head: “You are such a good boy. Now clean my dirty shoes. And don’t dare to look up. Because I don’t wear any panties today.”
She kept on reading some papers while my tongue cleaned her high heels. All that was in my head was: “Don’t look up. Don’t look up. It will make her angry. Really angry. So don’t look up.”
I tried really hard to follow her order. But I looked up. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She had a dick and a pair of balls. I stopped licking. I just had to stare. I was surprised. Neither in a positive, nor in a negative way. Just surprised.
She caught me starring: “Have I told you to stop? You looked up, don’t you, you little pervert. You still are looking up. So you see something you like, don’t you? If you behave, maybe one day you can suck on it. Now go on, clean my shoes.”
A shiver drove through my body. My dick got even harder. Saliva was dripping out of my mouth and on her shoes. She looked down on me. She had an angry expression on her face: “Keep on cleaning my shoes until I tell you to stop. Can’t you even execute a simple order? Try harder.”
I excused myself: “Sorry, mistress.”
A few seconds later my tongue was on her shoes again. I cleaned them until I saw my own reflection in them. She totally ignored me. She still was busy reading her papers. All of sudden she made a break. She looked down on me. Then was pleased when she saw me licking her shoes clean. She told me to stop. She slipped out of her shoes. The inspected them. She was pleased with the result: “You did well, you can sniff my feet now. You can suck on my toes to if you want.”
I must say, I have no foot fetish at all. But sniffing her feat, turned me on even more on that day. She even allowed me to suck on her toes. I sucked on them for a few minutes. I was so turned on, I had too touch myself. I tried too, but I couldn’t withstand the urge. She saw what I as doing.
It annoyed the shit out of her. She got angry. She bowed down to me: “Do I have allowed you to touch yourself? Stop now, you pervert.”
She was more than just angry. She was disappointed: “I allow you to suck on my toes, to sniff my feet. I even forgave you for peeking up my skirt. And that is how you behave? You start touching yourself without even asking? Everything else okay with you?”
I immediately stopped touching myself. I felt nothing but sorry for what I had done. I begged for her forgiveness. All she told me that I should stop simping around: “Be a man. Grow yourself some balls. Real man don’t beg. But now, we have to punish you for your doing. To prevent you from misbehaving in the future.”
After she spoke those words she stood up and headed over to her desk. She called her male secretary in the room. When he entered the office she told him to lock the door behind him. He followed her orders. Then she ordered him to stand next to me. And to drop his pants and underwear. Then my mistress gave me one order: “Suck him off.”
No, I am not into guys at all. Not even bi. I struggled to obey her order. Desperation came up in me. All she did was getting impatient. She crossed her arms and tipped with one of her feet: “I am waiting.”
The secretary now had an even bigger smile on his face. I fought hard to pull that stunt. I jerked him off first. He got rock solid within a few seconds. Then I wrapped my lips around his glans. His dick tasted neutral. I sucked on him off. My mistress stood next to us. She was watching: “Don’t forget his balls. Give them some attention too. He loves that.”
My hand was on his balls shortly after she gave me the order. The secretary began to moan out loud. Her office being soundproof made totally sense now. My mistress kept on giving orders: “Be a good boy. Take him deeper.”
Needless to say I took him as deep as I could. Not deep enough for the secretary. He grabbed my head and pushed me onto his dick. Luckily he wasn’t that hung. He used me, he fucked my face for a few minutes. My mistress watched it all. With a big smile on her head. And a bulge between her legs.
I felt his dick pulsating in my mouth. A few more thrusts and he unloaded his nasty load down my throat while letting out one last moan. I swallowed every last drop of his cum. After the secretary pulled his dick out of my throat, my mistress ordered him to get dressed and leave the office. Then she devoted her attention to me again: “From now on, you belong to me. I have your phone number. Whenever I call you, you are available. No matter were you are. You pick up, you listen to my order, then you execute my order. Understood?”
“Yes, mistress. I will obey you.”
She called me her good boy again. She petted my head. While standing next to me. I could feel her rock hard dick touching my face. Still covered by her skirt, but it felt amazing. Then she told me to get dressed. To leave her office. She ordered me back to work.
After I was out of her office the secretary smiled at me. He told me one thing: “She really seems to like you. She was not even half that forgiving to anyone else that she invited in her office before you.”
His saying put a smile on my face. I even got a warm feeling inside my stomach: She liked me. Then I went over to the elevator, I headed down to my level and went back to work. I totally ignored all my coworkers comments. Just fuck them.
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