I stared dumfounded at my phone. I hadn't heard from Chelsea since the graduation ceremony last year, now here she was calling my phone. Giving in to curiosity and against my better judgement I accepted the call.
"Hello Richard," her voice was as cold as I remembered and in just two words I felt like I was drowning in the vast sea of emotion as I recalled the times we shared. Both good and bad. "I heard you got a job."
"Yeah I did." I was careful not to post anything about my role online so Chelsea must have saw mum's post on social media. "Its just an assistant role."
"Oh. So you are their bitch then? Suits you." Her condescending voice was clear, even over the phone.
"Well you got to start somewhere." I retorted.
"Oh Richard, it was a pleasure talking to you." With that she hung up on me. Her intentions were clear, she wanted to make sure she was still better than me. I was surprised though she didn't gloat about her job, that would be something she could lord over me. Unless she hadn't got a job yet, lower level roles like assistant were, like most things, beneath her so she would not apply for something like that.
That short conversation played over in my head as I laid in bed, ready to fall asleep. Even looking at Alice's sexy photos and video couldn't distract me. Like The Mistress, Chelsea could be very domineering. It was why we got along in University, she pulled my strings and I happily danced for her until she got bored of that and left for others to inflict her superiority over. It also explained why I was enjoying my role with The Mistress, I get an exhilaration being told what to do even if its against my best interests.
The next day at work started as a very standard day, or at least as standard as a day can get when my official dress code was naked with my flaccid cock caged. My first task of the day was taking the minutes of a meeting The Mistress was having with the rest of the employees in the firm. Being the only one naked in a room of professionally dressed women was giving me such a rush, my cock was pushing up against the confines of its cage, desperate to be free and fully erect. Nonetheless I focused on what was being said so I could type them up and present it to The Mistress later on that day.
The rest of the morning was filled with making tea and writing emails. Part of me was disappointed I wasn't being flogged or pegged like previous days and with Chelsea's phone call still playing in my head, I could have done with the intense feeling those gave me to take my mind off things. I would have even settled for the butt plug with its intense vibrations massaging my rectum. It was when I saw her smirk as she assigned me these mundane tasks I realised The Mistress was deliberately doing this. She was making me hunger for these things knowing that in my lowly position I couldn't demand them from her.
Finally dismissed so I could go on break in the afternoon, I went to the break room and sat down next to Alice. "Did you enjoy my pictures?" she asked me excitingly. Today she was dressed in a rather conservative white shirt and black skirt combination. Though as I got closer I noticed the material of her shirt was pratically see-through and there was no bra being worn underneath.
"I did, they were very sexy. Thank you."
"Did you jerk off to them?"
"I was going to, especially the one with Marcus on your twentieth birthday."
"Well? Why didn't you?" Alice's excitement gave way to disappointment.
"My ex called me last night, just as I was about to."
"Was it a booty call?" She asked curiously, intently listening for any juicy details.
"Nope, just to condescend about my new role."
"What a bitch!" she shouted. "Well I hope you do it tonight, I'll send more to get you in the mood."
"You don't have to," I told her. "I've got plenty of material to go through."
"Well someone has to see the photos I plan to take tonight, I would rather it be you," Alice whispered seductively in my ear and her hand running up my thigh stopping short at my metal chastity cage, my cock was desperate to be free right now. Alice checked her watch, "Oh shoot, my breaks over handsome. I'll talk to you later." Walking out the break room, she hitched up her skirt and wiggled her bare ass in my direction, giggling as she did.
"I would be careful with her," Yukio said, sitting herself down at the table. "She likes an audience and isn't really choosy."
"I'll keep that in mind," I replied.
Yukio changed the subject, "I hear you are doing your first request tomorrow. Jenny too, you are brave."
My cheeks blushed and I felt a little embarrassed that the others knew. "Thanks, I guess."
"Relax, you will be fine." Yukio said to calm my nerves. "Jenny has been boasting about it most of the morning. Surprised she isn't here actually to tease you. She loves her guys to be anticipating her cock so they beg her for it."
"I am looking forward to it though," I said quietly, still kind of embarrassed.
"Sounds like you are getting used to the Spread Legal way," Yukio smiled. "Well just wait till you see what other requests you get."
I chuckled, "Don't suppose you can give me any hints?"
"Spoilers!" Yukio said smiling mischievously as she left the table and walked away.
For the rest of the break, I imagined all sorts of degrading and humiliating tasks the others might request of me. However it wasn't the employees doing these tasks it was Chelsea, laughing manically has she did. One short phone call and she is living in my mind again, rent free, probably as she planned.
I returned to work frustrated, something The Mistress picked up on. "Is everything okay?" she asked, peering over her glasses.
"Err...Its fine Mistress." I said, lying through my teeth. From The Mistress's look I could tell she wasn't buying it but she didn't comment on it just now instead letting me proceed into my office so I could continue to work.
I continued to work, trying my best to ignore any Chelsea related thoughts and focused on the tasks at hand. After all its The Mistress's approval I yearn for now, not Chelsea's. This freed my mind from her for all of twenty minutes before the thoughts came back all come rushing back. I was saved from my frustrations by the flashing red light on the intercom. The Mistress needed me and I was happy to heed her call.
The Mistress sat ruminating at her desk until she noticed my meek presence in her office. "Sit," she commanded as she motioned towards the empty chair opposite her, her voice was harsh and authoritative. I obeyed her without question. "Now," The Mistress said, "It has come to my attention you are quite distracted, I asked you about this earlier on and shockingly you lied to me." I could feel my hands begin to shake. She continued, "I am willing to forgive this transgression if you tell me now what has you so bothered. If you say 'Its fine' or 'Nothing' to me, I'll introduce you to some of my advanced level toys, that would soon make you talk. You have my permission to speak freely."
I began to tell her about Chelsea, our relationship throughout university and the phone call I received last night that brought all my thoughts and feelings up again after a year of thinking that I left it all behind me. Throughout my little speech I can see The Mistress taking a keen interest in the details. My initial thought was that she was probably seeing if I was lying about something so she could punish me for it later and part of me wanted to lie for that very reason but for this I decided to be honest which The Mistress picked up on.
"Hmm," The Mistress finally said, leaning back in her chair, "Sounds like you need a release." Her finger elegantly pushes a button on her office phone and a familiar perky voice comes through on the loud speaker.
"Yes Mistress?" asked Alice quizzically.
"See me in my office. Now," The Mistress demanded.
