I arrived at work early Wednesday morning, excited about what I had in store for Arianna that day. I had brought her a small gift, and I had decided I'd like to take her on another excursion out of the office since the one the day before had gone so well.
"Hi there," I said as Arianna arrived and walked past my desk.
"Good morning," she replied with a smile. She made her way to the refrigerator and placed her lunch inside and sat down at her desk.
"Meet me in the conference room," I texted her about a half hour later, after we had both settled in and finished up a couple of pressing tasks. "I have something for you.
We went into the conference room, and I closed the blinds as usual. I snickered to myself as I wondered if my coworkers had any idea why I sometimes drew the blinds when Arianna and I went in there together. It wasn't that unusual of a thing to do in our office, as it tended to block out distractions outside the conference room that might otherwise be easily seen - but still.
"How was your night last night?" I asked her.
"It was good."
"Did you give your boyfriend a blowjob like I told you?"
"Yes," she said. "And no, I didn't cum."
"Tell me about it," I said as she sat down. I began caressing her back as she began to speak.
"Well, I - I went in the bedroom. I put on some lingerie, and -"
"Describe it for me, sweetie."
"The lingerie?"
"Yes."
"Umm - it was red. Red with like, black trim, and it had a little black bow right here," she said, pointing in between her breasts. "And another one here," she said pointing to the area just above her pussy. "And it was sort of - lace and sort of see through, but not that much."
"Okay, and after you put it on?"
"I went out into the living room, and I - I, um - I told him I was sorry for last night and I wanted to make it up to him."
"And then?"
"Then I sat on his lap and danced to get him hard, and then I pulled down his pants and sucked his dick."
"And did you enjoy it?"
"Yeah. But I was - I felt like such a cheating slut. Because the whole time I was blowing him, all I could think about was the fact that I was sucking his dick while I had your piss sloshing around inside my stomach."
"That's a good girl," I said. "Did he fuck you?"
"No. I was afraid - I was afraid I would cum. So I just told him it was all about me making it up to him and I just wanted to suck his dick and that was all."
"You know, you shouldn't withhold sex from him because of me," I said, smiling. "You just can't cum when he fucks you without my permission. So what I want you to do is - tonight I want you to let him fuck you. Fuck your pussy. But don't you dare cum. Understand?"
"That's going to be really hard," she protested.
"I know," I said, laughing a little at her unintended pun. "But you can be a good girl for me and keep yourself from cumming, can't you?"
"I'll do my best."
I slapped her quickly across the face, taking my hands off her back.
"No, you will not cum. No doing your best, your best is not good enough unless you keep yourself from cumming. Understand?"
"Yes. Sorry, sir," she said, her eyes cast down.
"Good. Now, I want to give you something. Another present." I reached into my pocket and produced it - a shiny metallic object, bulbous in shape, with a flattened round wide end.
"Is that a -"
"Yes. It's a butt plug, Ari. I want you to put it in."
"Right now?"
"Yes. Here." I handed her the plug. It was on the smaller side, perfect for someone just getting started with this type of play, or someone wearing one for a lengthy amount of time.
I watched as she stood. Today, she had worn a pair of blue pants. They were tight, and hugged her ass nicely, although I would have preferred to see her in a skirt. "Eventually, I'll get her to a point where I have total control of what she wears to work," I thought. I imagined her wearing slightly sexy yet professional clothing on a daily basis - mid-thigh skirts and dresses, tops that were low-cut but not so much that they were unprofessional. Of course, she wore these things occasionally, but I wanted badly to make it an everyday occurrence.
For a top, she had worn a white blouse, with a "v" cut into the front. It was not a button-up blouse, and when I touched the fabric, it seemed to feel silky, although it did not look silken. I could see that she had a white camisole underneath it, and beneath that, a white bra. It was a professional outfit, and there want much sexual about it, except the very small portion of her cleavage exposed by the V-design, and I could see the cami and bra were cut deeper than the blouse.
She slowly unbuttoned and lowered her pants, exposing her pink lace panties. I really did enjoy watching her undress. No matter how conservatively she was dressed on the outside, I could usually count on her wearing something sexy underneath, and today was no exception; the lace garment looked as if the designer was running short of fabric. The leg openings were cut very high so that just a thin string connected the front half to the back half, and the rear portion barely covered her asshole, just as the front barely covered her pussy.
Arianna soon lowered her panties as well. Her ass was plump and inviting, just as it always was. She took her left hand and lifted up her blouse and camisole, which had covered most of her ass after she had lowered her pants.
"Lick it," I said to her. "It will make it easier to slide in."
She looked at me and rolled her eyes, but did as she was told, taking the object and putting it into her mouth, sucking it, licking it to get it moist, making sure I was watching the sensual show she was putting on. She stuck her ass out as she leaned over the table and spread her legs.'
"Is that what you did for your boyfriend last night?" I asked, obviously referring to the way she worked the plug in her mouth.
"Yes," she said.
"Did you swallow his cum?"
"No, I - I didn't," she admitted.
"That's a shame," I said. "I'm a little disappointed."
"I'm sorry, I just - I wasn't sure if you wanted me to. Plus I felt like such a whore. I mean, it seemed weird to me to mix his cum and your piss inside of me, if that makes any sense."
"So where did he cum, then?"
"I - he came in my mouth. I let it run out and down on my tits."
"Oh, so you won't mix his cum and my piss, but you'll let his cum run down all over the tits you showed off and tortured for me all day?"
"Yeah, I guess - I mean, it sounds silly now, but -"
"But what?"
"I don't know. Sometimes I feel so bad, you know - playing with you all day and going home - with him - like, he has no idea. About us."
"He didn't notice your raw nipples then, I take it?" Slowly I reached up under her blouse from behind, under her bra, pinching her nipples.
"Ohhhhh - no, he didn't - he didn't notice," she said, moaning.
"Good. Now you know you can swallow his cum whenever you like. In fact, I think you should swallow whenever he cums in your mouth. Understand?"
"Yes, Master," she said with a sigh.
"Good. Now put that in your ass."
Slowly she lifted her blouse again with her left hand as she bent over the table, legs spread. I watched as she took the plug in her right hand and slowly pushed it into her ass.
"Ohhhh, fuck, ohhhh!" She moaned.
"Does that feel good?" I asked.
"Yeah, it - it - it's turning me on," she said. "It stings a little, but I like it."
"Good. Now put your pants back up." She did as she was told, pulling her panties up over her ass, then fixing her blouse as she pulled her pants back up.
"You'll be wearing that plug for most of the day," I said. "No taking it out without permission. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," she replied.
"Good. Now go over to the other side of the table, get on your knees and open your mouth."
I watched as she slowly stood up and began to make her way over to the other side - the side away from the blinds. I could see some sort of expression on her face, it looked almost quizzical, but I wasn't sure what she was thinking.
"Master, am I, like - are you going to - an I supposed to drink your piss?"
"That's the idea. Is there a problem?"
"I mean, no - well - I don't want any on this shirt. It's going to look awful if it gets on here," she said.
"Ari, I can see why that might be a problem. I guess you had better not spill any then, right?" I smiled at her. She just shook her head and rolled her eyes, and then she finished her journey to the other side of the table, knelt, and opened her mouth. I unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock, and rested it on her bottom lip.
"Ahhhh, swallow it, slut," I moaned as I filled her mouth up. I cut off my stream just long enough for her to swallow and open her mouth again. She didn't struggle too much with the first mouthful. "Maybe she's finally starting to get used to it," I thought. I started pissing in her mouth again. "Mmmmm, you know you want this, don't you?"
"Yes, Master," she conceded after she swallowed again. She coughed, then straightened up and opened her mouth again. I didn't start pissing right away, though, I just teased her with my cock, pushing it a little farther in her mouth, then pulling it out.
"Please, Master?" She begged.
"Please what?"
"Please. I want more."
"More what?"
"Please, I want more piss. In my mouth."
I let loose another stream, mostly filling her mouth up before stopping so she could swallow. She tilted her head down, closed her eyes, and struggled a little as she swallowed.
"You don't look like you want more," I observed.
"Please. It makes me feel like an owned urinal whore."
