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As soon as I entered the office, I knew it was gonna be a kinky day. Master had sent me a note the night before, instructing me to wear my tightest pencil skirt, sheerest blouse, and highest heels; he never failed to make my heart race just at the wondered of him.

“Good morning, Sir,” I greeted him, my voice barely above a whisper as I walked towards his desk, unable to withstand the urge to glance at the bulge in his pants.

“Good morning, my submissive secretary,” he replied, his voice deep and seductive, sending shivers down my spine. “I have a special task for you today.”

My heart skipped a beat at his words, excited to see what master had in store for me. He handed me a small envelope, and I opened it slowly, my eyes widening as I read the instructions inside. He had invited one of his colleagues to the office and ordered me to serve him as his submissive for the day.

I felt my cheeks flush at the wondered of being on display, but I bit my lip and nodded my head obediently, ready to fulfill his desires.

I spent the whole day at my new Master’s beck and call, serving him as he saw fit. I would bend down to pick up a file, revealing my lacy panties to him, and he would slap my ass in appreciation. I would pour him drinks, and he would grope my breasts as he drank, whispering all sorts of crude and filthy things in my ear.

However, the real eroticism came towards the end of the day, when my Master and his colleague joined forces and started experimenting with me. They would restrain me to the chair with my stockings, gagging me with one of my own pantyhose before taking turns to tease and torment my body.

As they spanked me, pinched my nipples, and licked my clit, I lost all sense of time and space, completely submitting to their every desire. I felt like a slut, a mere plaything for their pleasure, but it was a feeling I enjoyed immensely.

Eventually, the day came to an end, and my Master sent his colleague home, the two of us left alone in the office. He took off my gag, kissed me deeply, and handed me a small wrapped box.

“Open it,” he ordered, his eyes dancing with pleasure.

I did as he said, and inside was a collar made of real leather, with a silver tag that read “Property of my Master.”

I felt tears prick my eyes as I realized what his gift meant, the depth of his commitment to me as his submissive secretary.

I slid the collar around my neck and smiled up at him, feeling complete and fulfilled in a way I never had before.

“Thank you, Sir,” I whispered.

“I’m your Master, not your Sir, my dear,” he said, grinning wickedly.

“Yes, Master,” I replied, loving the thrill of submitting to him. “Thank you, Master. I can’t wait to see what you have planned for me tomorrow.”
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