Fucking Deadlines! I had been working on this project since William assigned it to me two months ago and had made only marginal headway and the due date was three weeks away. I work from home; less distractions than the normal office setting, and it allows me the opportunity to work odd hours when inspiration strikes.
This morning, William called.
"How is the tracking software project coming along?" he asked without any small talk.
"It is coming along but I won't be able to make the due date, I'll need at least another 2 months to get it working," I replied with as little emotion as possible.
"Do you understand the concept of deadlines? I need to see what you done so far, mind if I drop by after work tonight to get a real view of the project?" he queried.
I had met William twice before. He was a consultant on two of my previous projects and provided good insight however as project manager he was quite overbearing. He was not able to make realistic timelines when discussing projects with clients.
I wasn't enthused about him coming to my house, but at least it was on my ground and not his.
"Fine but if you are coming bring me at least a good coffee. I'll expect you at 4:30 or 5." I hung up before he could respond.
I spent the rest of the day prepping to brief him then closed my laptop. I stepped into the shower and washed tried to wash off the stress of the day. Since I work from home, I normally only shave my legs every two weeks, so I specially shaved them. I towelled off and did my make up, again, not something I normally do day to day.
I slipped on a nice black thong with red roses on it and some peak-a-boo lace; my most comfortable pair of underwear. Putting on the matching bra I admired my good-sized breasts knowing that the cleavage put the men I worked with at on edge.
I put on a pair of tan nylons with the black seem running up the back. They were my favorite and I had a feeling William was a leg man. I figured I could distract him if needed. I clipped them into the matching garter belt.
I pulled on a red tartaned knee length skirt and a black sleeveless button up top, making sure to keep an extra button undone to put William on edge. Finishing the outfit was my favorite 7 inch red stilettos.
I walked downstairs and was setting up my laptop and some printouts on the table when the doorbell rang. He was early.
I straightened my skirt and shirt, inspecting myself in the mirrored coat closet at the entrance before I opened the door.
"William, good to see you," I said courteously.
He was still in his work clothes, albeit without a tie. He was wearing tan slacks and a pink button-down dress shirt with a grey sports jacket. He kept his hair short but was what you could describe as "Dad-handsome"; a bit soft but still fit.
"Julie, good to see you again," he said extending the coffee, "shall we get to work?"
I led him to the dining room and invited him to sit.
"Coffee? Tea? Something stronger?" I asked politely playing the role of a wholesome host since he brought me a coffee but nothing for himself.
"I could go for a scotch if you have any," he asked. I nodded.
I let him peruse the papers on the table while I poured the golden liquid over a couple cubes of ice and poured some Irish cream into my coffee.
I handed him the drink and sat down at the head of the table while he sat next to me around the corner. I couldn't help noticing how his gaze constantly fell to my cleavage and I was glad I was distracting him.
I started briefing him on the project and the troubles I was having. He sipped his scotch and nodded in what I assumed was acquiescence of my troubles; then I realised he nodded whenever I leaned in... he just trying to getter a better view of my cleavage!
"So, as I said, I need at least another two months," I concluded.
"Unacceptable! By now you should be in the Beta phase of the project. Maybe letting you work from home was a bad idea. Maybe too many distractions..." he replied quite tersely.
"Distractions like you looking down my top?" I interjected, "Don't think I didn't notice!"
"No, I didn't even notice your cleavage," the redness spreading on his face said otherwise.
"Maybe I need to report you to HR." I replied, "I'm sure they would love to nail you to wall!"
"Please no, I, ughhh, have already been on report once. I can't afford another one," he pleaded.
Talking with the other women in the office had given me enough information to get him fired for inappropriate behaviour. He was... hands on, you could say, with some of the interns and trainees.
"Maybe I should punish you instead?" I said standing up.
Leaning on the table I looked him in the eye, "If you do what I say, I won't report you; you pause or refuse..." I left the sentence open allowing it to sink in.
I walked over to the window and closed the blinds.
"Stand up, take your clothes off!" I ordered.
His mouth opened and he stuttered to get something out before standing up. He undid his belt and his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He was wearing tight boxer briefs which were containing an impressive bulging package. He undid his shirt and draped it over the chair in front of him.
He stood there quietly looking at me.
"All of your clothes!" I again repeated, "That is one delay!"
He reached down and pulled his socks off then lowered and stepped out of his boxers. He cupped his cock and balls, hiding them from me.
"Follow me," I stated dryly.
I led him into the living room and told him to sit down directing him to come upstairs when I tell him too.
I climbed the stairs glancing back. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed him staring at my ass as I went up. I realised that I had him where I wanted. It had been a couple of months since I broke up with my girlfriend and it had been at least a year since I had been with a man. I needed some physicality.
I went into the guest room which doubled as my "playroom". I removed the skirt, top, thong and bra. I opened my closet and found my favorite leather corset. It enhanced my cleavage and was strappy at the bottom. I secured it on and looked in the mirror; I could already feel the wetness developing between my legs.
I reached into the closet and brought out a leather bikini brief with the center zipper and pulled it on. I also pulled out of the closet my toy box. Rummaging through, I found my leather flogger. It was still soft and supple as I slapped my hand with it.
"Come here Boy!" I yelled.
I could hear his steps slowly coming up the stairs. He arrived at the door and saw me standing there in my leather outfit, stockinged legs and stilettos. His mouth started moving like a fish in the water.
"Come in and stand there!" I said pointing the corner of the room. He obeyed and walked slowly to the corner and turned to face me. His hand still hiding his package.
"Here are the rules," I said walking slowly towards him, my stilettos clicking on the wood floor, "I get to do what I want, you get to do what I tell you." I ran the end of the flogger along his jaw line.
"You hesitate, you get the flogger. You hesitate more afterward; you get the riding crop. If you are lucky, you get the paddle. Now get your hands away from your tiny cock!" I said confidently knowing it would hit his psyche.
He dropped his hands and gave me my first real look at his manhood. His penis was already starting to twitch from the blood rushing in. It wasn't the biggest I've had but was impressive none the less. He took care of himself too, shaving his balls and trimming the rest of his pubic hair.
I grabbed his head and forced him down onto his knees.
I turned and walked the wing backed chair in the opposite corner and sat down crossing my legs slowly.
"Come here and clean my shoes," I ordered. He began to stand up, "Crawl boy!"
He crawled over to my and started to rub my shoes with his hands.
"With your tongue!" I clarified to which he started to lick them. I could tell he would be good at licking my pussy by the strength and movements of his tongue.
He slowly curled his tongue around the red heal, licking it slowly but keeping his eyes down, almost averting his gaze. Working up to the body of the shoe he took long strokes down to the toe.
"Look at me when you clean!" I commanded.
He gazed up, his blue eyes looking helpless in this situation. I could see every time he snuck a peak lower to my corset and even to my leather briefs. The power was making my mound wetter by the minute.
Feeling he had enough with my left foot I pushed him back with the toe and crossed my other leg over, having him repeat the cleaning on my right.
