Another call clicked in. "Hi, you're through to technical support, Matt speaking, how may I help?"
"Keep looking at your monitor, act normally," said the voice, "This is Caroline."
He almost froze, his line manager. What had he done to warrant a call from Her? Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Her at Her desk in the far corner, watching him.
"I've found you online," She said through his headset, "red head boy."
He felt his the blood rush to his face, his IC profile, how embarrassing! No, wait, She couldn't be sure it was him, his face wasn't on it.
"Tell me Matt, have you ever had a woman put her strap-on in your bottom?"
"No Ma'am," he stuttered, randomly tapping a few keys to look as though he was dealing with a regular call.
"Fingers and tongues?" She asked.
Just deny it he thought, but before he knew what he was doing he had replied "yes". She had this power, the look, and the tone, which could make anyone do anything without question nor hesitation.
"Hmmm... and what about anything bigger? Toys, things that happen to be lying around?"
"Yes Ma'am," he replied in his most professional tone, surprising himself with the way he had regained his composure, "although nothing too big."
"Nothing to stretch you, you mean?" Her voice said in his ear.
"That'd be correct Ma'am," was his response; now almost convincing himself it was a normal customer on the other end of the line, not his imposing boss.
"Well that will change. This Saturday, tomorrow, you are to come to my house. The usual work time. Bring your overnight things. And two other things besides, are you listening carefully?"
"Yes" he breathed.
"You are to shave yourself smooth around your genitals and between your buttocks. Secondly, you are not to masturbate at all, is that clear?"
"Of course Madam."
There was another click and the line went dead, but he carried on talking, for appearances.
"That's not a problem, I'll have the packaging delivered to you as soon as possible. Good bye."
Breathing out, his mind swam. He could feel himself hardening; strange as his foremost memory was of complete shock and terror! Without a glance at Caroline, he finished his shift, though he could almost feel Her eyes on him until he left the office.
...
Saturday dawned, and as per Her command, he arrived at Her house at 9am. The night before he had shaved himself smooth as She requested, squatting over a mirror so he could both see and reach between his buttocks, marvelling at how his anus looked surrounded only by smooth soft skin. Throughout the temptation to take his constant erection in his hand had been almost impossible to fight off, and although he knew She would not know, he still couldn't bring himself to disobey Her. The power She held, it was incredible he mused. In the end, he had fallen asleep, his erection remaining until he stepped in to the cold shower as the day dawned.
Her house was large, set back from the road and behind a tall stone wall. Ivy climbed the walls of the house. Beautiful yet imposing, fitting, he smiled to himself. Pushing the doorbell, he stepped back from the door and waited. He had chosen to wear a plain black t-shirt, boxers and jeans. Keep it cool and casual; don't look nervous he had repeated to himself over and over. It seemed like hours had passed when the door opened and there She was. No less imposing for being removed from the work environment, in fact quite the opposite; Queen of all She surveyed. And right now, that was he.
"Come in," She said in Her sharp business-like tone, turning and walking back in to the house.
He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Nervous now, he knew this was it. He followed Her in to what was a large comfortable drawing room, where She had sat in an old green leather armchair, arms and legs crossed.
"Undress" She said.
