Thu, May 12th, 2022:
I had just finished a big assignment at work and was winding up in a small coffee shop nearby. I wasn't really in the mood for the company, so I just unlocked my phone and browsed my trusted BDSM website.
I was looking for someone interesting to meet. I was always a workaholic and realized it's much easier just to find random subs when I felt like it. I liked the freedom and diversity it gave me.
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I was 40 at the time, keeping myself fit and built just right, so I feel good about myself. I am 6'2, and around 170 lbs. I have green eyes and short brown hair with streaks of grey here and there. Not much, but it started.
I don't mind. Honestly, I enjoyed being in my thirties. I believed I still had the youth as well as experiences I couldn't dream of in my twenties. For that reason, I was entering my forties with the same attitude, and I was curious about what lay ahead of me.
Who would have thought... But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
I always preferred my face to be clean-shaven. It was only about the year that I came out, got divorced, and moved to a different city to start anew. It got lonely sometimes, but honestly, I kind of always preferred it this way.
Let's find a name you can call me, something not too close to home but rememberable enough... Nick.
Sure, let's call me Nick. Nick Greyson.
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As I was swiping men on the app, one, I have to say, caught my attention. This profile seemed to have been created only recently. It showed only a picture of a bulky but toned torso in an opened white shirt under the suit. I enjoyed seeing his hairy pecs and dark nipples that matched his olive skin.
The photo was sexy enough, but what interested me most was the background. It was somehow familiar.
I zoomed in, and I was pretty sure I was right. It was one of the meeting rooms in the back on our floor. Most meeting rooms we have in our company have one or two glass walls. But there are three all the way back that are smaller. They are those old-school ones with a table, whiteboard, and four white walls. Of course, there are windows and doors, but no one sees inside as we are on the 9th floor.
I could be convinced it's one of them because of one little detail in his photo. On the whiteboard behind him was a blue flower I drew for one of my colleagues on her birthday. It was a fun meeting; she asked me not to wipe it down as she liked it and was curious how long people would leave it there.
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So one of the guys on our floor wishes to be owned, as his nickname read, and was currently "In the heat.". I liked that. I had a picture without the face as well. So I wasn't worried that he might find out who I was if I wrote to him for some incognito fun.
I believed my profile was attractive enough for me to write to him confidently. I wasn't looking for submissive originally, but I had to admit, it's been a while since I owned someone, and I missed it.
D.G.: Hello. I'm looking for a well-behaved, discreet submissive, and I like your profile. Write to me if you are interested in shared play. I am not against possible ownership should we find our interests aligned.
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Own-Me! took a while. I could see he looked at my profile.
I found long ago that the best way of waiting is to entertain yourself. So I was already doing my own thing when his message came, and I just glanced at it.
Own-Me!: I would gladly discuss the possible play with you, Sir.
In his profile, he stated that he is predominantly bottom with a kink for a BDSM lifestyle; I liked that.
D.G.: You know, boy, I like that meeting room you chose. I never thought I would use it for hookups before.
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Own-Me!: I beg your pardon, Sir?
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D.G.: Boy, I don't like to play the coy game. I liked your picture and found this to be a very intriguing opportunity. But I don't look for trouble at work. So how about we play a little game first?
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D.G.: You will go into that meeting room now. You will bend over the table, facing the window, and wait for me.
I will bring lubricant and a condom, and as I will walk in, I will lock the door. You will not move. You will not turn around, and you will let me use that cumdump as I see fit. I will then leave.
You will not know my face, and I won't need to know yours. If this just made you hard, write "Yes, sir."
A couple of seconds went by.
Own-Me!: Yes, Sir.
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D.G.: Good boy, now do you want to play?
His reply came faster now. Good.
Own-Me!: Yes, Sir.
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D.G.: Good boy, I will fuck you well. Now make a reservation for 4:30 pm and wait for me there.
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Own-Me!: Yes, sir. Thank you, Sir.
That stirred my dick in my pants. I corrected it in my briefs discretely and worked a little before I went to pay for my coffee. I liked that he already replied in character. This boy knows what he wants, and I like that a lot.
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When I came back to my desk, I looked at the company calendar for meeting rooms. One two-hour reservation was made for that time in the meeting room with the blue flower. He reserved it at the reception, which was smart. There was no name this way in the calendar. I put a condom and a little tube of lubricant in my pocket and went to wash my hands in the meantime.
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4:30. A couple of people raised from their desks to leave home by now. I walked to the door of the meeting room.
I felt a vibration. When I opened the notification, my lips curved up a bit.
Own-Me!: I am waiting, Sir.
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D.G.: Good boy. I am here as well. Bend over and pull your pants down. When I come, I want to see your pussy.
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Own-Me!: Yes, Sir.
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D.G.: I will take off my tie and cover your eyes with it.
Then, I will wrap my belt around your neck as a leash.
I will be calling you names and lightly choking you.
If you want it, thank me for it. If I'm reaching your limit, voice it now.
