"Liz, stop," I hissed, as she tried to lead me into the shareholder event on the first floor of our office building. "I can't go in there like this!"
"C'mon, Mike, no one's gonna know." She couldn't quite keep a straight face as she said it, though.
I turned away as a small group of people in fancy clothes walked past us to the coat check. When they were gone, I gestured pointedly to my crotch. She stifled a laugh. My thin dress pants did little to conceal my erection. It twitched eagerly, as if aware of Liz's attention.
"It's, uh," she hesitated. "It's not that noticeable."
"Come off it, if I walk in there like this I could get arrested."
"Oh please, no one's gonna call the cops." She nodded politely at another couple walking up to the coat check as I turned away again. "You might end up having to talk to HR but trust me, those girls know how to party," she laughed knowingly.
"I... That's not the point, Liz! We need to talk to the research team about the pill!"
"They went home already. Besides, they said not to worry unless it lasts over eight hours."
"It's been seven!"
"Which is
less
than eight."
"Can't we go back upstairs to your office and take care of this?"
"We 'took care of it' three times already!" She sighed. "...Look, I bought this dress special for tonight." She gestured at the slinky red backless gown. She looked phenomenal and knew it. "Cheryl's expecting me to make the rounds and talk to board members. I'm not gonna mess up my hair or makeup just to make you cum again."
"Fine, then I'll go take care of it."
"No, no, take a breath. The research team was clear. We could do it a couple times, but then we were supposed to find out how long it lasted. You're freaking out about nothing. This can't be the first time you've had a boner in public. Just, you know, cover it up."
"I'm telling you, I can't go in there, Liz!"
"Ugh, fine." She looked around and spotted the door to the coat check room. "Okay, come in here."
She opened the door and pulled me in. The room was divided in two by a partial wall. On one side were several rolling wardrobe carts, shelves of cubbies, and a folding chair. On the other side was the coat check counter. A young blonde woman in a black dress shot us a curious look.
"Hi Kara, thanks again for working the coat check tonight. This is Mike, he's having a bit of a panic attack, so he's gonna chill here while I go in, okay?" Kara nodded and turned her attention to a couple who had just walked up to hand her their jackets.
"Mike, that's Kara. She's the new front-desk girl. You just sit here and be calm. I bet once you get your mind off it, things will settle down and you can come to join me at the party. If not, I'll be back to get you in a little while. Then I promise I'll take you upstairs and it'll be worth the wait, okay?"
I nodded, and she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and bustled out the door, greeting several people by name on her way into the event.
Over the next fifteen minutes, Kara hustled back and forth, hanging up coats and jackets, and handing claim tickets to partygoers. Eventually, the flow of guests slowed and stopped. Kara pulled her stool over to sit next to me and regarded me curiously.
"Panic attack, eh?"
"It's not a panic attack," I responded a bit too forcefully.
"Alright," she said, shrugging. "So, why are you hiding from your girlfriend?"
"She's not my girlfriend, she's my boss, and I'm not hiding, I just can't go in there."
"Why not?"
Exasperated, I pulled my hands away, so she could see the large tent in my pants, which had not settled down even a little.
"Oh!" She grinned. "I see the problem. Does, uh, does this happen often?"
"No, I... look, you know what the company makes, right?"
"Yeah, I'm aware," she rolled her eyes. "It's only the most famous sex toy company in the world."
"Right. But they've also got an R&D department, including a pharmaceutical team."
"Huh. I never heard of that."
"Most people haven't. They license stuff out or produce it through holding companies."
"Okay, so I guess you took some kind of new boner pill?"
"Not exactly. My boss, Liz, convinced me to take a pill designed to reduce the male refractory period."
"So you can do it again after finishing?"
I nodded. "Liz told me this pill was practically ready for the market, and it would let me go several times in a row."
She laughed. "You make it sound like a work assignment."
"It kinda is?" I shrugged. "It's a long story. I'm the assistant for the two women who run the company. This kinda stuff comes with the position."
"So... you're hooking up with Liz?"
I nodded.
"And Ms. Sandstrom?"
I nodded again.
"Cheryl Sandstrom, the CEO of the company, and Elizabeth Holman, her second in command, are both fucking their shared assistant?"
"Yup."
"That's hot," she said.
"Look, I dunno if I'm supposed to be telling anyone that. I'm kinda distracted right now. The point is, Liz had me try this pill, and it works. We did it three times in a row. Then Liz wanted to see how long it would last, I've been hard ever since, and I'm kinda going crazy."
"Why don't you just jerk off?"
"Liz told me not to. She said it's important."
"Ohhh," she nodded knowingly. "I get it."
"What?" I said. "What's to get?"
"She's your mistress. You have to do what she says. This is a control game."
"What?" I scoffed. "No, it's not like that."
"It
sounds
like it's like that."
"It's not, trust me." I crossed my arms. "I'm not doing a good job explaining. I'm still figuring out how this situation works, but it's not, like, a domination thing."
"Sure." She winked. Before I could protest, she held up her hands as if to wave my objection away. "Look, no judgment. I've been exploring submissive relationships myself. It can be exhilarating to give someone control. To place your trust in someone like that."
I frowned. My cock was throbbing desperately, and I was painfully aware of how close she was sitting.
"The first time for me was really eye-opening." She bit her lip. "I was on this robotics trip during my senior year of high school. My roommate snuck a guy in, and she caught me watching them fuck. I thought she'd be furious."
She crossed her legs, squirming. "But she came over and told me she knew I was watching and it turned her on. Then she started touching me and telling me what to do."
Fuck me.
I pressed my hand firmly against my cock, not rubbing it, but trying to get some relief. She saw, and scooted her stool closer, leaning in conspiratorially. Her breath was hot in my ear. Her breast was pressed against my arm.
"She sat on my face and made me lick her while she fingered me. Then she had her boyfriend fuck my mouth while she got me off, and I ended up covered in his cum."
Groaning, I started rubbing my cock through my pants, but she slapped my wrist and stood up.
"Ah-ah-ah, Mike, your mistress wouldn't like that. She told you not to."
"She's not my..."
"Not your mistress, I know," she said, scoffing. "In college, I tried to explore this side of myself, but all the guys I met either didn't really get it, or they were a little
too
into it. This one girl, though..."
She glanced behind her to make sure there was no one waiting at the counter. Then she spread her legs and lifted her skirt, revealing a simple nude thong. Slowly, she reached down and started stroking with one finger, teasing me with the shape of her lips as she pressed against the thin fabric.
"This girl, Mike, she got it. She knew what I needed. She took charge. She told me what to do. She explored my boundaries with me. She'd meet me between classes and take my underwear, or she'd make me unbutton my top until I felt exposed. She'd make out with me until I was flushed and dripping, and then make me go back to class and wait all day before she would let me cum."
Kara watched me hungrily as she rubbed herself, enjoying the effect she was having on me.
"One time she sent me to class with a remote-control vibrator and teased me until I thought I was going to leave a puddle in my seat. I ended up running to the bathroom and rubbing one out in a stall. That night, she spanked me for the first time."
Kara bit her lip and squeezed her legs together around her hand. After a moment, she slowly pulled her underwear down. I strained for a glimpse, but her dress fell back into place. As she straightened up, she held the soaked fabric to my face. The heady smell of her arousal filled my senses. I let out a choked groan and gripped the chair tightly. I wanted so badly to pull out my cock and start stroking, but I knew she would stop if I did.
"I learned if I did what she asked, she would reward me. I would come back to her place flooded with desire. She would sit on the couch and drink whiskey and have me lick her pussy until she gushed in my mouth."
As she talked, Kara unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants. I was panting and eager as she pushed her wet panties into my boxers. I whimpered and lifted my hips to press into her hand, but she pulled away, leaving the fabric wrapped around my twitching shaft.
"Then she would make me cum. I was always so turned on by that point, that it never took long. She'd bend me over the back of the couch and finger me until I was screaming. Then she would call me a good girl and clean me up and hold me until I fell asleep."
She moved forward, slowly lifting her dress. Her lips glistened wetly, bright pink against her pale skin, crowned by a wispy tuft of hair. She straddled my legs, standing over my cock, which was twitching urgently and barely contained by my boxers.
"I also learned if I disobeyed, I would be punished. She introduced me to nipple clamps, spanking, strap-ons, and more. Fuck, this is turning me on telling you all this."
She gasped as she pushed a finger between her lips, pulling it out again to spread her wetness over her clit.
"But, she graduated before me and moved away. I still follow her on Instagram."
