So now, after having been put in his place by the VP and the HR Manager, he was completely under their control. Most of the time, it actually felt just right, a good place to be. But every once in awhile he himself starting to slip into old habits. He usually caught himself before it became an issue, before he actually told some secretary that her "ass looked hot in that skirt," or purposely brushed up against one of the women in the narrow hallway.
He always managed to catch himself by recalling how coming under their control had been a blessing both personally and professionally. He'd found that he enjoyed the act of subservience. Serving Mistress VP- he was hers- felt like a privilege, he enjoyed worshipping her and being under her command. It made him more productive at work and the personal benefits were many. And his obedience had been rewarded. On the job, he had gotten promoted twice already and found himself working closely with the VP and the HR Manager to, among other things, solve just the sort of problem he'd been. In addition to his regular tasks, he'd become sort of a recruiter, identifying employees who needed to be dominated, either because they had an obvious submissive nature or because they were overcompensating and needed to be put in their place. In the 8 months since he'd found himself with his legs in the air, greedily sucking the HR Manager's strap-on and begging for more of Mistress VP's in his ass, he'd identified five candidates, four of which had actually worked out. They were evenly split- two women, two men. The latest was an attractive girl with jet black hair that fell well below her shoulders and a firmly-shaped but soft figure. Just the sort he normally would have hit on. It was hard remembering his purpose when he'd asked questions to gauge her interest. It was all very hush hush. Nothing explicit, just some questions to get a sense of whether they might be open to such an arrangement. Sara's demeanor seemed to beg for it- she was very quiet, with a doe-eyed innocence, but also an underlying sensuality that came through if you sat down and talked to her. Once he had a hunch he'd arrange an interview with the VP and HR Manager. They took it from there. Even though he could tell if they now belonged to Mistress VP, most of the time he never heard another word about the person.
Sara was sitting across the table from him, taking minutes, while the VP and several of her Department Heads went back and forth about something he'd lost track of long ago. He was bored, his mind started to drift, and the old habits returned. He started playing the mental game that Mistress VP had forbid, the one where he'd pass the time in slow meetings by looking around the table and imagining what each woman would look like if he bent them over the conference table and took them doggy style, slapping their ass with each stroke; and then if they were on their knees with his cum on their lips and chin. He'd score each 'event' and then declare an overall winner. Sara was new to the competition and he was sure she'd be a contender. Instead of taking notes, he jotted down their scores, purposely skipping Mistress VP because that seemed like too much of a violation. As usual when he played the game, he wasn't completely hard, just at the point of soft swelling- nothing visible. But when he got to Sara, he could feel his cock straining against the fabric of his pants, creating a visible bulge. He slid his chair a little further under the table to avoid being caught and went about trying to discreetly adjust himself. It was then that he noticed the silence. Everyone was staring at him, obviously anticipating an answer. The expectant looks on everyone's face didn't really intimidate him- he came up the usual BS answer that 'he'd have to look into it before he could offer a definitive answer.'
It was the look on the VP's face that threw him. She knew. It was obvious from the "you've been naughty" stare and the smirk that began to show on her face as she thought about how to punish him. She immediately dismissed the meeting, but asked Sara and him to stay behind for a moment. As the last person was leaving she asked her to close the door. Adam closed the spiral notebook he used in meetings, hoping she wouldn't notice that, too. They all sat in silence for a few seconds as Mistress VP smiled and chuckled to herself, first looking him over and then glancing at Sara.
"Stand up. You've been playing that game again haven't you?" Adam stood, saying "Not really," but then realizing that not only his words had betrayed him but, even more obviously, his hard cock pointing across the table. "As usual, you're a pathetic liar. I thought we beat that out of you."
Sara looked stunned. Adam could tell that although she'd been recruited for just this sort of thing it hadn't actually happened yet. At first she looked down, as if to pretend not to see or hear what was happening, and then she said something about 'this seems like a private matter' but she said it so meekly that he could barely hear it. Before she could finish, Mistress VP gave her a stern but inviting look and said "Don't worry, this is exactly where you belong. You'll see."
Mistress VP returned her attention to him saying, "Let's see how everyone did this time," while walking around the table and then opening his notebook. As she glanced at the scores, Adam still standing there with his dick hard, and Sara alternating between looking at the floor and taking it all in, Mistress VP added, "Just so you understand, my pet, Adam here has been a very naughty boy. He likes to play games. He likes to pass the time by imaging the women of this office sucking and fucking him. Women he will never have, women who are far superior to him. I thought I had broken him of that but I can see my work is not yet done."
Sara shifted in her seat, as if starting to get up to leave.
"Sit still, Sara. It's time you came to understand some things. First I'll show you his place in our world and then I'll teach you yours. I'm guessing that from what I know of you that you are not only okay with that but it's what you've been wanting for awhile. Am I right?"
Sara was speechless, only turned red with embarrassment, and then found her full voice for the first time. "Yes… yes, maam."
"You do mean Mistress, correct?"
"Yes Mistress."
She turned back to the notebook looking amused as she read. While she ran her fingers over the sheet with one hand, she grabbed his cock with the other, testing its firmness. "Seems like we have a winner. Adam here thinks you're something special. Highest rating of everyone," as she yanked one his cock, "Can't you tell?"
Mistress VP walked halfway all the way around the table and stood behind Sara. She gave a wicked smile as she first rested her hands on Sara's shoulders and then began to caress them. Sara stayed in her seat, breathing heavy, the urge to leave now long gone as she arched her back and Mistress VP's hands slid down to her upper chest, then to cup her breasts, and finally her fingers coming together to tweak Sara's nipples. Sara purred a little, and then groaned with an intensifying pleasure when Mistress VP sharply pinched and held her nipples. Mistress VP pulled her hands away and stepped back, Sara still trying to arch her back and push her nipples into her hands. Mistress VP laughed and walked back around to Adam.
