He was waiting with bated breath to see if She had followed his orders. She had been pushing her limits recently, defying her master in dozens of small ways. Nothing that overtly broke the rules of their agreement but flew as close to defiance as possible.
She had begun to take too much pleasure in spankings, so He had decided to withhold such punishments. Only to ironically find himself impotent when it came to handling her behaviour.
The message He had sent her the night before was such a simple idea he couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it sooner. The only thing She loved more than being spanked was attention, especially male attention.
The rest of the office fell silent as his raven-haired slut appeared. What She was wearing made his cock ache, straining against his trousers and making him glad he was behind his desk. The other women in the office had the same look they got every time She wore the tight blue shirt. The one that pushed up her breasts like it was a wonderbra, the creamy swollen mounds practically hanging out for all to see.
Theatrically clearing her throat as She walked past him, He couldn't take his eyes off her legs. To most in the office, She was wearing tights and a knee-length skirt, but the look in her eyes told him all he needed to know; Stalkings just as She had been ordered to wear. It was going to be a good day, he thought to himself, discreetly pushing his aching head down into a more comfortable position.
Watching her at her desk, revelling in the other men's flirtatious advances and their not so discreet looks at her heaving breasts. He could only imagine how wet her pussy must have been.
As is customary in most offices, He got up and offered to make everyone a cup of tea, saving her till last. When he got to her desk, the smell of her sopping sex hung in the air; its sweet taste filled his senses with so much lust he struggled to not force her onto the floor. Her eyes kept making glances at his crotch, enjoying the sight of it swelling.
Turning to face him and uncrossing her legs, He could just make out the tops of her stockings, and he knew that most of his orders had clearly been followed. They both knew that She wanted to show him more, but the room was too busy for such full-on exposure, much to both of their disappointment.
A short while later, He heard the sound of stilettos clacking along the tiled floor, heading towards the kitchen. Holding his breath, he did not turn around. A part of him thought he was in for small talk or some interdepartmental lecture, but when he heard the subtle sigh from the doorway, he spun around instantly.
Without saying a word, and after a quick look over her shoulder, She pulled up her skirt, exposing her bright red lacy panties. The only sound in the room was the two of them breathing heavily.
"Show me", He commanded.
Slipping her hands into the side of her panties, She pulled them aside and revealed her freshly shaven cunt. The smell of her exposed sex this close was driving him wild, but He would not let her have the upper hand.
"Stop," He said as She went to cover herself again.
She bit her lip but remained in the doorway, exposed for the slut She really was. He had taken his power back and, at that moment, was revealing in both his control and her scent.
She began teasing herself in defiance. Her middle finger slid backwards and forwards across the swollen bud of her clitoris. Not fast or hard but with enough pressure to produce small breathless moans.
He strode over to her, and took her hand in his mouth and tasted her while he began to pull her skirt and panties back into place. He let his tongue flick across the tip of her finger, slowly circling it as if it was her erect nipple. Which he could now see were jutting out from beneath the fabric of her shirt and matching red bra.
"Back to work," He said before turning her around and gently shoving her in the direction of the office.
