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Boardroom

“Right, I think we should take a break for coffee now”, said the chairman, and the members of the meeting all filed out of the boardroom into the next room.

“Just one moment, Mr Sanders”, said Miss Williams.

I stopped and turned to her. “Yes, can I help you, Miss Williams?”

She paused until everyone had left the boardroom and the door had closed. “Yes, boy, you can. I think you can guess what I need, boy.”

My eyes got wider. “Yes, Mistress, do you need it right here, right now?”

“Are you questioning me, boy? You know that’s not a good idea, don’t you?”

She was right, of course. In the year she had been my Mistress, and I had been her slave, she had always been right, and it had never been a good idea for me to question her. So I had learned to do as I was told.

I stood in front of her, dropped to my knees, and lifted up her skirt, ready to service her to one of the many orgasms she required during the day. I had made her cum before she unstrapped me from the bed this morning, and again in the car park before we came into the office, and I knew I would be making her moan this evening in whatever way she chose.

But when I lifted her skirt, expecting to find a hairless pussy needing attention, instead I found a leather harness with a metal ring on it. “Not that way”, she said.

I stood, confused. She opened her briefcase, which I could see was full of sex toys. She took out a pair of leather wrist restraints and I instinctively knew to turn my back on her. She secured my hands together behind my back, and I knew I had just lost any choice or control of the situation, as if I ever had any.

She pushed my head down onto the boardroom table, and I looked back at her as she took a large dildo from her briefcase and attached it to the harness she was wearing. I blurted out, “You can’t be serious, there’s people in the next room!”

She methodically picked out a ball gag, pushed it into my mouth, secured it tightly around my head forcing my jaw uncomfortably open and said, “You may regret speaking when you were not spoken to.”

Next, she unbuckled my trousers and let them drop to the floor, revealing the tight red rubber suit I’d been wearing all day which she locked onto me this morning. She felt around for the rear zip, unlocked it and pulled it open. I felt the relaxing of the tightness around me as it slid open.

She took hold of the steel tube enclosing my cock and said, “Hope that’s still keeping you under control?” I nodded – the chastity tube was securely locked onto me all the time and kept me constantly horny, but also constantly attentive to her needs. It was a small tube enclosing a large cock, and when she was around my cock was constantly trying to break free, but was never allowed to.

Next she turned her attention to the buttplug which was deep inside me which she pulled out. I could almost feel her relishing in rediscovering how wide and long it was, and reliving the experience this morning when she forced it into me and locked it in.

My relief at being free of it was short lived. I felt her hands on my hips then the harnessed dildo tease the mouth of my briefly empty arse. She pushed into me, I bit down on the ball gag, she moaned, I whimpered, and she buried the full length of her temporary cock into me, up to the hilt.

She started a fucking motion, working me in and out, pulling and pushing me to maximise the impact. My prostate was getting pummelled. My cock was as hard as I’d ever known it, crushed against the walls of steel encasing it. I could hear her stifled moan each time she pushed, knowing she wanted to scream out.

I couldn’t begin to imagine what the members of the meeting would have thought if they’d come back into the room now – one employee in rstraints bent over the board room table, another fucking him with a huge strap on dildo. Then I overheard someone in another rooms saying, “Do you think we should go back in now?”


I sat down, having given my presentation to the meeting. I sat down very carefully, since my Mistress had left the big dildo inside me when she locked my suit up. “That will teach you not to speak out of turn, boy”, she had said.

I don’t know if my presentation made any sense, I was saying the words but my mind was in another place, buzzing with humiliation and arse beating. I was paranoid that someone would notice my messy hair and somehow realise that it was covered in the precum that had been dripping from my cock tube, which my Mistress had scooped up and rubbed through my hair before removing my restraints.

I was horny as hell, looked a mess and stank of sex. Then I looked over to my Mistress, sitting with the other meeting members, staring into nothingness, blessed out on orgasm, and I knew that, whatever I had gone through, it was all worth it.


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