Max dropped Julie off at the rear entry to the museum, then went to park his car. He smiled with pleasure at how his BMW handled the twisty campus roads. Max was all about precision and control, and his new car exceeded his expectations in both respects. This early in the morning he could push the speed limit a bit and not have to worry about mowing down any students. He parked in his reserved spot, picked up his computer bag, and walked briskly back to the museum. By now, Julie would have disarmed the complex alarm system, unlocked the elevator, and fired up the espresso machine in the break area near Max's office.
When Max reached his office, Julie was just setting his first double espresso of the day on his desk. He nodded his approval at her then sat down, opening his bag and sliding his laptop into its docking station in one efficient motion. His eyes rested on Julie while he picked up the bone china cup, sniffed appreciatively, then downed the contents in one swallow.
Julie had positioned herself in front of his desk, widening her stance as much as her narrow skirt allowed and lacing her hands together on the back of her neck. Her back was deeply arched, her lips parted, her eyes on Max. She didn't move while his eyes studied her. He could fault nothing. But then he had selected everything she wore, from her Italian-made slim leather pumps to her French stockings, tailored black English gabardine skirt and matching short jacket. Under the jacket, a steel-blue silk tee added some color and matched her gray-blue eyes. Her pale blonde hair was caught in a black barrette at the base of her neck. Her make-up was flawless. The gold cuff Max had given her -- symbol of her possession -- peeked from under her jacket sleeve.
It had been six months since Julie had joined him in her role as deputy director of the museum. But she'd belonged to him for nearly two years. During that time he'd exerted his considerable will to mold her, professionally and personally, to meet his high expectations.
Julie was never happy to simply meet expectations, however. Max pursed his lips slightly as he continued to study her. No, she always wanted to exceed them. As his right-hand administrator, she was superb in her role. As his personal slave, she was even better. Like his new car, she exemplified the precision and control he expected in all people and things that surrounded him. And she delighted in performing those roles, both of them, as much as he did in training her for them.
Since her graduation six months earlier, she'd lived with Max. She was no longer a student, so they didn't have to hide their relationship -- not that anyone guessed its true nature. The move afforded him even more control over her. In fact, they often spent almost 24 hours a day in each other's company.
Max realized he was tapping his finger idly against the empty coffee cup. Julie was patiently waiting for him to tell her his plans for the day. Clearing his throat, he pulled up his calendar and reviewed it quickly. Then he spoke, his voice clipped, with just a trace of his native German accent.
"We have a call with the director of antiquities in Athens at 8:00 am to discuss repatriation of two pieces from our collection of Greek amphorae. Then at 9:00 am you will join me in a run-through of the upcoming exhibit in the special galleries. That should carry us through until noon, when we will break for lunch. This afternoon you will have two hours to work on that new article on Classical decorative elements based on your research into several of our pieces. Then at four, I will expect you to service me under my desk while I am on a university-wide faculty call. Without you, that would be completely tiresome and a waste of my time."
He sighed and leaned back in his chair, regarded Julie again. She made a tentative noise.
"Yes, what is it?" His voice was brusque.
"Sir...you'll recall that I asked permission to have lunch today with a couple of friends of mine from graduate school who are in town for a meeting. And you granted it."
"So I did. Yes. What time are you to meet them?"
"I told them I'd meet them at 12:15 in the village. It should take me about 15 minutes to walk to the restaurant."
He frowned slightly. "That's out of the question. I will require you at noon. Let them know you'll be unavoidably late and will meet them at 12:45."
Even as her cheeks pinked with the thought of what he might require of her at noon, she made a little sound of regret and said, "I'll only have an hour with them, Sir, if I have to be back at 2:00 pm."
Max shrugged, unconcerned. An hour seemed plenty of time to him. He sat up again and opened a drawer in his desk, signaling that the lunch discussion was closed. After a moment his hand found what he was seeking.
"Now. Come to me, my little slut, and lean over my desk." Max watched her gracefully comply, neither too slow nor too rushed. She carefully pulled her skirt up and spread her legs wide apart, before bending until her head rested on her forearms. Once again, her back formed a deep arch. He wondered why it was that the arch of a woman's back, combined with her lifted ass, made her look so beautifully submissive.
He took the soft leather cuffs in his hand and fastened one around each shapely ankle. The cuffs contained super-strong magnets that allowed him to position Julie on her office chair with her legs spread. The magnets attached to the chair legs. Julie could, by exerting considerable force, break their hold and tuck her legs under her desk if someone should enter the office unexpectedly. But their clasp ensured that she wouldn't forget and close her legs accidentally. He'd had to institute this restraint because Julie tended to lose herself in her work. She'd forgotten one too many times that she needed to always keep her legs open for her Master.
After buckling the cuffs, Max allowed his hands to skim up Julie's stocking-clad legs, past the point where the stockings ended in a lacy cuff at her upper thighs, to her bare pussy. Her gasp when he reached his goal was delicious. He'd teased her in the car with his fingers, and it pleased him that she was still very wet. And sensitive. It had been nearly two weeks since he'd last allowed her to come. She was very close to desperation, and very keen not to make any mistakes that would cause him to add even more time to her punishment.
He slid one finger inside her pussy, not enough to push her to the edge, and watched her struggle to stay still. He was curious if he could tempt her into begging him -- something that wasn't allowed. But Julie remained still and mute. Satisfied, he removed his finger and then held it to her mouth to clean. She licked it delicately before he thrust it firmly into her mouth, reminding her of his control.
After a moment he removed the wet finger, then began to tease it around her anus. She made a muffled noise and Max smiled. Julie still struggled to accept how much she enjoyed anal play. It was something she thought of as dirty, no matter how many times he'd taken her that way. It surprised him that she often came from it.
He muttered, "A plug, today, I think," rummaging in his drawer again before remembering that the one he wanted was in his bag; he'd used it on her over the weekend. It wasn't large, but it was weighty enough to be a constant reminder to Julie of both her arousal and her embarrassment from being aroused in that particular way. Ah, he loved to watch those emotions chase themselves across her face while she sat opposite him and worked.
Once he'd seated the plug, he told Julie she could begin getting ready for their 8:00 am call. She paused just for a moment; he knew she was on the verge of asking him if she could use the bathroom before the call. But then she thought better of it. She knew he wouldn't give her permission. Not just yet.
He watched her take her seat, heard the magnets click into place, then forgot all about Julie for the next half-hour while he read and answered emails.
A tiny beep alerted Max that it was time for their call with Athens. He nodded at Julie, who initiated the virtual call. Max joined a moment later, followed by the Greek director and one of his curators. Repatriation of art and other treasures with a shady provenance was a necessary evil in the museum world. Max tried to keep the university museum ahead of the curve, avoiding negative press and agreeing to repatriate certain items but also wringing some special benefits or favors out of the deal, such as exclusive permission to excavate at a prize archaeological site.
But these preliminary discussions were the kind of thing he could do on autopilot. While making an elegant point to his Greek counterpart, Max pulled his mobile closer and without looking down, texted Julie.
Stroke your clit with one finger. Don't stop until I tell you.
A moment later Julie glanced down at her phone, then looked across the few feet between their desks, her eyes wide and a bit wild. His were unblinking. He expected instant obedience. He watched her just until he saw that she was complying, then turned his attention back to the screen.
He gave her a few minutes, knowing she was never far from the edge right now. When he judged she'd be reaching the point where her focus would shift inward, ruthlessly exerting her control in order to keep from accidentally reaching orgasm, he drew her into the conversation unexpectedly, saying to Nikos, "My deputy can provide you with a quick summary of the condition of both pieces now. We will, of course, send you a more detailed summary and photos as soon as we reach a tentative agreement."
Julie's eyes closed, just for a moment, as if she were in pain. Then she pulled herself together and glanced down at the summaries on her desk. Her voice was unsteady to begin with, but it grew stronger the longer she spoke. She'd come a long way in her training and her ability to hold back her own pleasure until given permission. Max's mind wandered, remembering what a pleasant task it had been to train her. He wondered if the neighbors could hear her on those nights when he'd forced her to come repeatedly, pressing the Hitachi wand mercilessly to her red and swollen clit until she'd begged and screamed for him to stop, that she'd learn, that she'd do better.
