This is the final chapter of the "The Pet's New Job" story. I've had questions/comments about the shifts in the story, so I just wanted to let the reader know that there are two story lines occurring here. The sex scenes where the woman is referred to as 'Pet' can be considered "Now", and the non-sex scenes can be considered "Then".
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"Hey John, do you have that file I asked you about yesterday?"
John looked up from his computer at the petite brunette in his doorway. Her short hair framed her face as hazel eyes look at him questioningly, her lips pressed into a friendly half smile.
He smiled back at her and nodded as he started looking through the folders on his desk, almost grateful to have a reason to look away from her body. Firm breasts beneath a low cut top with her toned arms crossed against them, and fitted pants showing the shape of graceful legs as well as an incredible ass.
He found the file he was looking for and held it out for her.
"Hey Catherine, you've been here for almost six months now. You know, we've never hung out or anything... after work, I mean. Would you like..."
She stopped him before he could continue, her face softening as she spoke.
"John, you're a great friend here at work, and I love you dearly. But I don't believe in office romance, it never works out well. So I really appreciate the thought, but I'm afraid that I would have to say no. Hopefully you'll understand."
He looked downcast, but nodded. "I understand, but hey... it was worth a shot, right?"
She smiled at him and punched him lightly on the arm.
"Thanks for that. And thanks for the file, Alan's been asking me for my report on this thing."
She took the file, and with a wave walked out of his office.
In the hallway she almost collided with her boss, Alan. He was a good looking guy, especially considering he was in his early forties. He was almost two decades her senior, but he was friendly and had a mischievous glint in his eye that belied his age. Over the months they had become quite good friends, regardless of the difference in their ages. They walked down the hallway chatting quietly on the way to their offices.
"So, finally shot John down did you?" he asked with a grin. "As the boss I have to say that I approve of your decision. However as a man I have to ask, why not? He's a nice guy and obviously adores you."
She didn't have to think about it before replying, "That's true, but he just doesn't do it for me... you know? Heck, I'd probably break the poor guy."
As she walked into her office she stopped and turned back around to face him. "And besides, I've always had a soft spot for older guys instead."
She gave him a wink, and they both laughed. He continued on to his office, shaking his head and chuckling.
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When she had gone to work this morning, the young woman hadn't expected this.
She looked down at her own nudity as she sat upright in the office chair. A man walked toward her, smiling but with a gleam in his eye. She wasn't sure what was about to happen, but she was excited to find out. She could feel her nipples hardening in the cool office air, and could feel her wetness on the leather of the chair beneath her.
"Now pet, what happened last time we were together?" he asked, as he reached up to take off his tie. "Oh, that's right... you were punished for having an orgasm that I hadn't given you permission for. Isn't that right?"
She looked up at him submissively and answered, "Yes sir. I was a bad pet, I realize that now."
"Yes you were. So now we're going to try a little experiment." With that he bent over and wrapped the tie around her wrist and the arm of the chair. He pulled it taut and knotted it firmly.
"Now what else... ahh... here we go!"
As she watched, he bent over behind his desk and unplugged his computer. Pulling the power cord out of the wall he returned to her. "This should do nicely I would think."
With the cord he tied her other wrist to the other chair arm. Satisfied that she was firmly secured, he stood back to admire his work, as well as taking in the vision of the beautiful brunette naked in front of him. Her pert breasts heaved with her quickened breathing, erect nipples straining outward.
He reached down between her legs and ran a couple of fingers along her slit. She pushed against them, trying to get more pressure but he pulled them away and inspected them with a chuckle.
"Wet already? But we haven't even started yet."
Leaning closer to her he reached back down and once again stroked her vagina. This time he didn't pull away, instead teasing her sensitive lips, up and down. As he went up he would rub her clitoris for a moment, then travel back down teasing her slit.
She started moaning quickly, excitement in her eyes as she bucked her hips trying to get more of his touch. He never increased his speed however, instead for several minutes merely lightly playing his fingers over her. The sensations from his rubbing grew more and more intense as she tried desperately to get more pressure, hoping for more friction to put her over the edge.
Finally she could feel the orgasm beginning to take hold, her eyes started to roll back in her head as an electric fire began to run through her body.
And suddenly it stopped. His fingers jerked back, leaving her bucking against air. Like a light switch the euphoria was gone, leaving behind an aching need.
Her moan turned into a whine as she looked at him, pitiable desire etched in her face.
"Please sir, I want to cum. May I please cum?"
He ran fingers slick with her essence over her mouth and shook his head.
"Not yet, I'm afraid. And honestly, not for a little while yet. But you might still enjoy this."
With that he reached down with both hands and parted her legs. Kneeling down in front of her he leaned in close and began flicking his tongue across her swollen clit.
The effect was instantaneous. Her head shot back and the moan began once more. Her arms went taut against their restraints and her legs pressed down hard against his hands. He held her legs open with his palms as fingertips teased along the inside of her thighs, all the while his tongue caressed her. He would travel down, tasting her juices, and then lick back up stopping to rest on her clitoris... lightly stroking that sensitive button with his tongue.
He could feel the muscles in her stomach tightening up as she started approaching her orgasm again, and as her moans started to turn to a wail he again stopped and backed away.
Once again her hips bucked against air. Her breathing was quick as she looked at him and said, "You bastard! I was almost there!"
He affected a shocked look. "That's 'You bastard, sir' pet. And besides, is that any way for a young lady to talk? I think we'll have to do something about that."
He walked over to his desk and opened a drawer. Reaching in he pulled out one of their toys, a small ball gag. Her eyes widened as he forced the ball between her teeth and tightened the strap around her head.
"There we go. That's much better. Just so you know, the next orgasm that I will allow you will be with my penis inside of you, so don't even ask." He laughed a bit at that and finished, "Well, not that you could right now if you tried. Now where were we?"
He tormented her like this for quite a while. Sometimes using his fingers to almost bring her to orgasm, sometimes his tongue, and a few times a large vibrator. It was maddening for her, so many times getting so close to having the orgasm she desperately wanted and having them ripped away before she could finish.
She whined pitifully as she was denied, large brown-green eyes brimming with tears through a sweat soaked curtain of short dark hair. Those whines would turn back to moans as he would start again, only to be replaced with frantic grunts as he once more stopped. Her arms and shoulders ached from the effort of trying to pull free of the chair arms, and her seat was slick from her sweat and leaking juices.
He stopped and looked down at her. Her eyes were wild with need as she rocked her groin up and down, desperately trying for contact with something to let her orgasm. Her clitoris was engorged and stood out from her shaved mound, and sweat covered toned legs strained against his body trying to close so she could apply pressure with her thighs. Anything to achieve the orgasm she wanted so badly.
He reached over her and said, "Now remember what I said, pet."
With that he removed the tie from her wrist and turned for the power cord on her other one.
He hadn't even completely turned before her hand shot down between her legs and started rubbing her clit frantically. Before he could stop her, it was already too late.
Her head shot back over the back of the chair and her back arched as her whining turned into a guttural wail behind the drool covered ball gag. Her eyelids fluttered over white as her eyes rolled back into her head and her muscles locked rigid. For several seconds she didn't even breath as she was locked in what seemed like a perpetual orgasm, the only thing moving were her fingers still frantically rubbing her swollen button.
Eventually the orgasm subsided and her head fell forward against her chest. Her body relaxed, completely drained. If someone had walked in at that moment, they very likely would have thought her dead.
The man studied her for a moment and shook his head. "Yeah, that's what I thought."
