My manager, Ms. Zabet, is ten years older than me, and I always feel like a little kid around her. It isn't that she is demeaning or unkind. Quite the opposite; she takes an interest in me and all her subordinates. She asks what I need to do my job well, and makes suggestions that invariably improve the work I do. I am sure she has been in my shoes and has a rare talent for remembering how hard it is to start out and learn the ropes.
I just feel disoriented each time she gives her attention to me. In part is because she is drop dead attractive. I try and push down that physical response I feel. She dresses very professional, yet her sexiness pushes through the formal attire. The attire accentuates it. Come to think of it, I think a trash bag with a hole cut in it for the head and arms would accentuate it. She has big breasts that push tight against her blouse, they are not outrageously large. Larger than I typically find attractive, yet her figure is perfect. Her long black hair is tied back. She wears black rimmed glasses. If she were wearing nothing, she would look great. I try not to dwell on that thought.
"How is it going Chuck?" she asks. My name is Charles but from the start she has called me Chuck. I never corrected her so it stuck. Stuck with Chuck.
"Um, really good, I appreciate the suggestions you made for the development approach. When I talked with the client they were happy and impressed with the options we had for them," I said gazing into her deep brown eyes.
"Great job, taking that and running with it. Not everyone has your knack for honing in on the important parts. I have something that I hope you might be interested in. Can you come to my office when you get a chance?" and she casually put her hand on top of mine on my desk. It was odd, but seemed natural. It wasn't the first time she got a little too close, or made a slightly suggestive comment. For the past month or so she has subtly flirted with me during our interactions. My heart started racing. She slid her fingertips up my arm as she turned and left to her office. I wanted to drop my work and go running after her. I just sat and watched her fantastic hips sway as she walks away.
I turned my attention back to my work, but I found my thoughts drifting to her brief touch of my hand. Then to each of the other recent flirtations. After I found myself making minuscule progress on the task at hand. I gave up, got up, and headed to her office.
Her office has large glass windows that face out to the rest of the working space of our business. The windows are tinted and were currently opaque to the outside. I knocked on her closed door.
"Come in," I heard her call from inside. I opened the door and stepped in.
"Close the door Chuck," I did and noticed that her hair was down, her suite jacket was hanging from a coat rack near the door and she was standing behind her desk. Her typically buttoned up blouse was unbuttoned and displaying her cleavage. I felt my cock going hard at the uncharacteristic sight of her. She pushed a button on her desk and I her a click of a lock on the door.
"Um, Ms. Zabet?" I asked nervously.
"Call me Mistress." She said stepping toward me from her desk.
"Mistress?" I asked confused.
"There you go." She said closing the gap. My heart was pounding in my chest. "Sit down Chuck." She got right in front of me and playfully pushed me into the office chair that was oddly in the middle of her room. It was a comfortable office chair for clients. It was upholstered in leather, but there was a black towel draped on the seat.
"Can I tie you up, Chuck?" She asked with a smile.
"Can you what?!"
"Tie you to this chair? Would you like that?"
I gulped. I would like that, but my mind was reeling.
"Are you serious?!" I asked surprised. I admit that I had had fantasies about Ms. Zabet. I would daydream about what she looked like under her business attire. How sexy she would be in lingerie. Now her bra was peeking out.
"Does this seem serious?" She bent down and kissed me on the lips. I couldn't help but kiss back. My capacity for reason and rational thought went out the door. Reason, if it were anywhere near me, would have told me that I should go out the door. My raging desire trumped reason.
"So Chuck, if you are going to stay, then I am going to tie you up. That's the deal. Are you in?"
"Yes."
"Thrilling," she went to her desk and pulled out leather buckle cuffs. "Oh, I forgot, you are going to need to strip down to your underwear. Don't worry no one can come in." She looked toward the door then back at me.
"Hurry up. Take them off, fold them and set them over there." I felt mesmerized by the calm commanding tone she took. I took off my tie, shirt, trousers. Soon, I was wearing nothing but my undershirt and boxers.
"Oh Chuck, you ARE cute." She emphasized the "are" in her sentence. "Now sit down." I sat. She pulled off my undershirt so I was bare chested, just sitting in my shorts wondering what the hell I was doing. She buckled my hands and my cock was rising in my shorts. Once, my hands were buckled she pulled down my shorts and pulled out my almost fully erect cock. She knelt and took it into her mouth. It was as hard as it can get in a minute. She then buckled my ankles to the chair. She then went back to my playing with my cock and licked the shaft, the balls, the tip, all of it in her mouth, stroked it, and gently played with head.
She revealed what looked like a black rubber hair tie, "This Chuck, is a cock ring. Have you ever had one on your cock before?"
"Um, no."
"Here is what it does. I am going to slip it over your penis and then with some lubrication get your balls in there. It is going to trap the blood in that erect penis and it will look and feel engorged. If it is more discomfort than pleasure let me know and we will do something else."
She put the ring on my cock and it felt like my erection was more intense. She had me dripping with pre-cum, and then played with my tip with her hands. My orgasm felt trapped by the ring, it wasn't unpleasant at all. It looked and felt huge.
She got up and pivoted my chair to the windows. I could see everyone working through the tinted glass. I knew they couldn't see me, but it was exhilarating to be fucking in secret like this.
She put her mouth near my ear and whispered, "You need to please me first. If you come before I allow you, then I push this button." She pushed a button on a remote control and the window tint began to fade. I freaked out and tried to stand, but it only resulted in almost tipping myself in the chair. She mercifully pushed the button again and the window returned to its mirrored glass state.
"That's crazy, you will get both of us in trouble!" I shouted through a whisper.
"I know, so for both our sakes you better please me." She undressed in front of me which shattered any of my misgivings. First off came her blouse, exposing her fantastic breasts in a fancy lace bra. Then she unzipped her pencil skirt on the side and slipped out of it to show matching panties. That vision of that beauty was followed up with her fully nude as she removed her lingerie.
