The week that I signed the contract flew by. Sir filled me in almost every way possible, and my pussy is so sore that I can barely walk. Yet, I would take him this very second.
It's Sunday, and I miss Mr. George.
I am afraid that by the end of last week, my co-workers were beginning to become suspicious of why I was spending so much time in Mr. George's office and why I was suddenly dressed like a major slut all the time. But, Mr. George did not seem concerned about it, so I've chosen to ignore the whispers as I walk by or the stares at my tits as I try to give a presentation at work.
I thought the Boss would text me at least over the weekend, but I have heard nothing from him since I left the office on Friday. My personal life is very dull these days, and my parents are sick of hearing me complain about how much my life sucks.
Have I mentioned that I must move out of my parents' house?
I can't bring any guys or friends over because I have no privacy. However, I appreciate having a place to stay since my ex-boyfriend decided to blow my life up.
On Monday morning, I could not wait to get to the office. In fact, I was the first one there. Today, I opted to wear the new dress I bought over the weekend. It's black and skin-tight. It's long enough to get past HR, but it hugs me in all the right places. I can't wait for Mr. George to see me in it.
People started to trickle in as the morning minutes ticked by. Almost every man who walked past my cubicle stared at my legs as they walked down the hallway. I began to squirm as I waited for Mr. George to walk in.
When he finally did at 9 AM, my heart started pounding so loudly I could feel it in my ears. I hadn't seen him in two full days, and my body ached to be touched by him.
In his usual style, he walked straight past me and into his office like I was nothing. Every time he did that, it broke my heart and turned me on simultaneously. Mr. George loved to keep me in a constant state of confusion.
Suddenly, my office phone rang. I rolled my eyes, expecting to hear the sound of another angry customer complaining. But I was shocked to hear Mr. George's voice on the other line. He hardly ever calls me.
"Come," he said, and then he hung up.
I ran into his office and almost broke the door, trying to get into it quickly. When I finally stood before Mr. George and his desk, he stared at me wide-eyed in surprise.
"You're in a hurry this morning," Mr. George laughed.
I blushed, knowing I looked foolish.
"Don't be embarrassed slut, it's okay to be excited." He continued. Every time he called me slut, my pussy kept getting wetter. I just nodded in response.
"I wanted to try something different today," Mr. George told me as he pulled a pair of handcuffs from one of his desk drawers. "Since last week, we were having a lot of problems with you keeping your hands to yourself, weren't we?"
"Yes, sir," I said meekly.
"Put your hands behind your back bitch," Boss commanded me.
I clasped my hands behind my back, and Mr. George came over to handcuff them. I loved feeling restricted like that, in complete control of Mr. George.
He slowly walked to the front of me, dragging his hands all over my body. "Your dress is so sexy, baby," he told me.
"Thank you, Boss, I knew you would like it," I said.
Then, he kissed me deeply. He opened my mouth with his tongue and pushed inside. I sucked on his tongue with my mouth, and he moaned.
"I want you to keep the dress on when I fuck you," Boss commanded.
"Of course, Boss," I said. I loved that he liked the dress so much; I wonder if he knew I bought it for him.
