He'd spent 2 weeks locked up in his chastity device. It had been a torturous and reflective period for him. He'd lost his promotion due to her devilry and deceptive ways. He hadn't got laid but she'd very much been sorting herself out. Whether it was using his fingers, tongue or simply having him kneel in front of her while she pleasured herself.
That time was up and she'd spent it advising him to be obedient and in her new position of power she'd treat him well for his subordination. He at least thought he got that bit right. He kept his protests to a minimum and was almost dutiful as he succumbed to her whims time and time again. Sometimes once a day, sometimes two or three. In her office, being treated as no more than on object for her pleasure.
It was a position he outwardly disagreed with rather vocally. But some part of him craved it. This enigmatic woman who'd played him like a fiddle. He couldn't get her out of his mind and he couldn't get his cock out this cage. Maybe the two were related, he'd ponder, as he tried to get on with the daily grind wanting nothing more than to have release. What he wouldn't give to have her bent over his desk once again.
He received an email right on cue, he didn't even have to read them anymore to know the content but he did anyway. "My office ;)" it read. He knew all too well what that meant but today was the day the 2 weeks were up. He had his fingers crossed she'd have the key at the ready.
He made his way there and knocked on the door as he had over time learnt to do. There was no response. He knocked again, this time louder. He waited but nothing was forthcoming. He wondered whether this was a trap. He'd enter and she'd give him a hard time over entering before she gave permission. She truly had burrowed the psychological games quite deep into his head. He shook it off. Third time's a charm. Again the knock received no response. At this point his frustration overcame him. He exhaled and entered gingerly, fully prepared for wrath.
However he was greeted by nothing more than an empty office, bar the desk, with a note on it.
"Upstairs darling x", it read. Signed with an unmistakable print of a kiss of red lipstick. It also had her perfume scent. It drove him wild.
He made his way to the stairwell and ascended it rapidly. "Calm down," he thought, surely they haven't given her a 7th floor office. Much prized amongst the staff on the lower floors. His chastity device weighing heavy and hitting his legs as he went.
He had only been up a few times before to speak to the top brass. It was definitely a level up from his office. He paced around trying to be cool while taking in the prestigious features of this floor. Everything was slightly better, from the furniture to the water cooler. He felt himself getting lost in a maze of frosted glass windows before he saw a familiar silhouette. Her fiery red hair burning through the partially opaque, partially transparent office.
He felt his cock and balls tingling. He was on the 7th floor, all locked up, anxious for a key in the padlock, to be free again. He knocked on her door, her reply almost instant.
"Come in darling" she said rather joyfully. Too joyfully for his tastes.
He stepped in and was taken aback by the sheer size of it. He could have his golf swing simulator in here and it'd barely be a feature in it. He really had blown it, this could have been his. He was hoping for a different type of blowing now though. From being close to this office and promotion to aiming no higher than hoping to get of a chastity device, maybe getting a blowjob if he was lucky. His eyes found the view. They were high up, he could see a mix of trees and tasteful office buildings making a distinguished but low profile skyline.
"You look surprised," she said. Once again beaming. She was usually cool as a cucumber but there was no hiding how pleased she was with herself. Neither could tell whether it was because of her promotion or how she'd manipulated her way into it, not without merit of course.
"Yeah, this is... special," he managed in between taking in the view and coming to terms with the sheer surface area of the office. That is before his eyes met her. She was standing in the far corner looking out at the view. A striking red power dress, a few shades lighter than her hair. Sheer shimmering legs in nude hosiery that drove him crazy. Her black stiletto heels completing her attire. She turned to face him, her lips the same colour as the lip print left on the note.
"You know what else is special?" she posited as he made his way over to her. She put a hand to his crotch as soon as he arrived within arms length.
"My ability to get you to do whatever the hell I want. All because you can't touch your dick," she stressed the last word as she pulled him into her using his locked up cock for leverage. She planted her luscious red lips onto his unprepared ones. He moaned softly, the touch greatly appreciated after 2 weeks of nothing but pleasuring her.
As she kissed him, he heard the soft metal jangling of a chain. He pulled his face away from hers and was looking at her devilish eyes as she fingered the padlock key delicately in her hand.
"You've been a good boy haven't you darling? I won the professional game, no reason we both can't win the personal one. Do you like the sound of that?"
"Yes, yes I do. Please," her hand had been periodically rubbing the outside of his trousers. He was already worked up, 2 weeks worth of frustration and teasing to be exact. He wanted release, he wanted to fuck her, he wanted this office! But that was not his main focus right now.
"Please... what?"
"Please, boss, please, I can't take it anymore," he stammered.
"Good boy," she undid his belt as she had so many times before. His clumsy caged cock lumbering out of his suit trousers. She placed the key into the padlock delicately.
"Remember, I am actually your boss now. My word is golden with the board. I don't need this to control or possess you anymore. You know your place don't you darling?" she paused expecting a response but she didn't get one.
"Don't you?" she asked again impatiently. Her hand gripping tightly to his balls.
"I do," he said feebly.
"And where's that?"
"..Beneath you"
"Beneath me" she tagged on to the end of his sentence. Mirroring his response like a proud teacher repeating the correct answer of a pupil. The padlock clicked free and she removed the chastity device. His cock wasted no time getting hard in her hand.
"And when I say beneath me, I mean both professionally, with you on the floor below me. And personally... get on your fucking knees," she placed her hands on his shoulders and applied a slight amount of downward force. She then lifted her dress slightly as she grabbed the back of his head and thrust it towards her pussy.
