I opted to head down the stairs rather than waiting for our building's painfully lethargic elevators. Master had instructed me to join him at his office for lunch, at 13h00 sharp, and I had 4 blocks of walking to do. I wasn't thinking about how I'd manage to get back to work on time. I wasn't thinking about much at all beyond my desire to please him.
A few weeks had passed since he'd taken my anal virginity, and I was eager to repeat the experience. Master on the other hand seemed content to make me wait. To be fair, I must have seemed desperate. I'd been asking him when he'd like to fuck me again on a near-daily basis. I think he enjoyed torturing me by withholding his cock.
Lunch wasn't quite the hard railing I was looking for but I craved his attention, and I was determined to be a good fucktoy.
I reached his office building, out of breath and heart beating fast. I'd practically jogged here. I signed in at security, noting that it was very nearly lunch time. I was cutting it close.
By the time the elevator doors slid open on his floor, I'd caught my breath. My heart however was pounding harder than ever. A curious mix of anticipation and terror filled me. I was tempted to turn back, block his number, forget any of this had happened... but I couldn't. I needed to relive the surrender, the utter submission. I wanted to be taken. I wanted to be used.
I knocked on his door.
"Enter"
I turned the door-handle and entered as he'd instructed.
"Close and lock that" he said, without looking at me.
He was seated behind a large desk, which faced the door I'd come in through. There were two chairs in front of his desk and a couch along the wall to my right. His attention was currently on one of his computer screens and I stood a little awkwardly, unsure of what to do next.
"Alright," he said finally, standing up from his chair. "Time for a well earned break." He stepped around his desk and came towards me. I was trembling, though I hoped he didn't notice. I moved forward to embrace him but was stopped short by his outstretched hand on my shoulder.
"None of that," he said. "I don't have much time. On your knees bitch."
I must have hesitated in my surprise, because he began to exert downwards pressure with his hand, as if I needed the encouragement. I dropped to my knees, face level with the large bulge in his trousers.