Under a Des Unseen... Mostly

"Sir, I've got the reports you wanted on this quarter"

"Hurry up and bring them over then. Any anomalies I should be aware of before I start skimming?"

"A couple at least. For one..."

The rest of the conversation was lost to me. It wouldn't be the first conversation I technically overheard that maybe I shouldn't. But I rarely registered any of it in my position. Well out of sight, struggling to keep still, his foot pushed into my crotch and rubbing softly as he spoke. My mouth held open with a ring gag, his member pushed in and teasing my throat. Senses partially stripped by a blindfold, his touch and taste amplified. Ropes holding my body still, barring me from pulling back much or resisting his usage of me...

...and I reveled in it.

It was hard breathing with how deeply he had me taking him. My focus locked on that, the subtle drip of his precum slipping down my throat making it all the more difficult. My eyes rolling with every subtle push of his foot, it amazed me how he could just sit there, calmly talking with his secretary as if I didn't exist. So far as anyone else was concerned I might as well not exist at all though. Unseen, unheard... the potentially severe punishment for either being breached ensuring my cooperation in moments like these. And thus, my attentions were consumed by that effort.

An eternity, and finally their conversation was ending. I heard the click of a boot as his secretary turned, felt his hand come down and find my hair as footsteps receded. A quick pull saw my throat forced by his cock, a struggle to not gag as I heard the door opening. It closed with their departure, my hair finally released and a muffled retch coming from me as I pulled back enough to cough and get air. His lustful chuckle sent shivers of desire through me as I leaned into his now caressing hand.

"I have a meeting to tend to shortly, slave. I trust you won't cause any issues..." I moaned muffledly as he thrust into my mouth again before standing. I couldn't see him, but I could hear him sorting himself out and tucking his shirt in. A snap as he straightened his jacket, a final parting nudge from his foot... and out he went. Each parting footstep mentally placing him in the room for me, the door creaking open and shut once more. And I was alone.

I stretched as much as I could, muscles aching from the restraints. Some gentle flexings of my jaw confirmed its inevitable soreness later, but I was used to such. The "arrangement" we had was a long standing one, born of his lustful desires and my longing to be near him more often. It had embarrassed the first couple times, but eventually I got comfortable with my subtle exposure and vulnerability. Anxious worry had evolved to quiet exhilaration every time he had someone in his office, knowing the secret shared between him and I and how easily that secrecy could be ripped away from me-

The door opened. I immediately perked up in surprise, my head lightly bumping the desk. It had only been a couple minutes. His meetings never ran that short and he hadn't forgotten something ever, at least not while I was here. Listening intently to the footsteps, my heart quickly raced... it wasn't him. Every footstep held my attention, my breath bated as I quietly hoped my head bump from earlier wasn't heard...

"... oh, right, he's in a meeting. Eh, might as well leave the memo on his desk". Panic took me, my body frozen as I tried remaining still, quiet. I didn't know who this was, Master wasn't there to distract them... even the smallest noise might be noticed. Surely they'd just quickly drop the memo off and leave though. It'd be fine...right? Over they walked quickly, a faint rustle of paper as a folder was opened and rifled through. Probably one they brought in with them, a quiet "got it" as a certain paper was removed and set onto his desk.

"...Damn, the view in here is something" I could have screamed in anxious frustration as I heard the unknown underling step towards a side of the desk to get a better look out the floor to ceiling windows. It provided a full skyline view of the city, high enough up that I wasn't afraid of being seen by others in other buildings (though such a possibility did have an appeal....) Another step. He was about to move around the side of the desk. I tried to scoot back a bit, hide myself better...

"What was that?!" He startled briefly as my food inadvertently hit the back of the desk. My breath quickened, a faint squirming struggle as I heard him quickly step around and freeze. I felt a flush creep across my face as he gasped softly. I could almost feel his eyes scanning my nude form, my perked breasts, the faint gleam of sweat and hint of drool from my gag. I wriggled in embarrassment as I heard him lightly step closer.

"Holy shit..." A pause. "Are... you okay?" The concern in his voice reassured slightly, breaking through my nerves but leaving me more embarrassed as I nodded timidly. I heard him kneel down nearby to look me over more thoroughly. After an excruciating few seconds he chuckled wryly "No wonder the boss keeps holed up in here most of the day..." Another inquiry camethat immediately alarmed. "I'm going to guess this is something you'd prefer not known about..." I nodded quickly, trying to voice agreement but only managing a quiet moan with my gag.

Yet another wry chuckle. "I won't say a word then. Though, the boss will be in a meeting for a little while..." I tensed, a small mewled moan slipping as I felt a hand rest on my cheek, tracing the strap of the gag as he spoke. "Would hate leaving a lovely thing like you all alone, needy..." I blushed immediately at the remark, quite aware of my own slickness down there and clear arousal. The hand traced more, brushing my shoulder for a moment before moving away. I whined softly in protest, the man giving a quiet laugh in response and caressing my other cheek.

"Well? Should I leave you then?" A pause, my thoughts racing and wrestling with my lust. Very slowly, my lust won out though and I shook my head. The idea of what he might do with me sent spikes of adrenaline and eagerness through me... Another chuckle, a creak as he sat down in my Master's chair and leaned. I knew he was still looking at me, my head tilting up instinctively as I tried to look where I imagined his eyes to be. I could vividly guess how I looked, ring gag holding my mouth open, my breath shaky but quick... It'd appeal to anyone in this man's position. And to him it clearly did, a clinking sound as he unbuckled a belt before sliding down clothes a bit.

"So, he sits like this I'd guess... you really are at the perfect height, aren't you?" I whimpered softly, then yelped briefly as I felt his phallus slap my cheek. I tilted my head some, running my lips and tongue against it timidly. I felt a hand interlacing harshly with my hair. "God, you really are a whore aren't you, accepting a stranger's advances at the first opportunity..." I squirmed, flushed, before he suddenly shoved deeply into my mouth. I tensed, a faint gurgle escaping me as he pushed briefly into my throat, then pulled back a bit. "Show me then, how you service him" Timidly, my tongue brushed and my head moved along it, his grip on my hair still tight and encouraging me to bob on him. I heard him moan softly, shivers going through me at the thought of giving pleasure like I was. He felt different than Master did in my mouth, but knowing it was a stranger turned me on all the more. It didn't take long for my timidness to fade, my attention shifting entirely to serving like I always did.

"Fuck, just like that baby..." He tugged my hair to emphasize motions he wanted, making it a point to thrust in my throat periodically. At one point he shoved, burying himself to the hilt in my throat and keeping me there. I struggled instinctively, fighting to not gag, the helplessness only riling me more as he finally allowed me breath again. It was clear he was enjoying it immensely, breath quickening and his pushes becoming more erratic. I wondered just how far he'd go, but that question answered itself quickly as he pulled back, the wet sound of his hand rapidly working his shaft indicating his plan. He tilted my head back, resting the tip against my tongue.

"I'm... going to... and you're going to swallow every bit of it, aren't you? Wouldn't want your owner seeing any traces of this, would you...?" The subtle threat drew a muffled whine from me as I nodded quickly. He panted, and within seconds I felt that telltale twitching in his cock. He gasped, pushing into my mouth. I gulped instinctively, every pulse met with a swallow as he came into my eagerly awaiting throat. As it slowed I murr'd softly around his shaft, my own breath quick and heavy. He stroked my hair a bit, before getting up and buckling his belt.

"Well, off I should get then. I might be seeing you again, we'll just have to see~" He stood up, lightly petting me and eliciting a moaning whimper from me. He took a few steps, only for the door to open as he crossed the halfway point to it. I froze again, as did he judging from the pause in footsteps.

"O-oh, sir. I... was just dropping off a memo for you. F-or the new development project-"

"Ah, and how is that going?"

"R-easonably well, within budget and expected timeframes so far"

"Good to hear. I'll review the memo shortly" The still unknown underling took his cue and disappeared, the door shutting quickly behind him. I heard my Master laugh softly, walking slowly over and settling in his chair. His hand settled lightly on my head, petting me. For a moment I doubted how much he had discerned about the situation. He quickly disillusioned me though.

"You were played with, weren't you?" I tensed, then timidly nodded. "With how blushed you were, it was pretty apparent that he had not just dropped off a memo. That and how flustered he was" Another soft laugh, my Master running a hand through my hair before whispering with a soft, dark seduction that sent a tremble through me: "You'll have to be punished for that..."