For a week after visiting Annette Bond in her office I felt my life was somewhat under control. I'd used the ring on my wife Penny again. My oldest daughter Madeline had returned home for the weekend and I'd felt no strong sexual attraction toward her, which proved a huge relief. The sensations remained when I viewed my younger daughter Adele, but I'd learnt to negate these by removing the ring whenever in her presence. I began doing the same with pretty blonde Emily at work, because I liked Emily and was aware she was happily married.
I'd worked out I could remove the ring for hours at a time, without any pain. However, if I tried to leave it off for a day or more I'd be gripped by a searing pain in my balls. This would continue until I put the ring back on, at which time it ceased immediately.
"At least by leaving it off when the sexual feelings are not wanted, I maintain some control," I mused, when reflecting on the power the ring had on me.
On this particular day, with Emily in close proximity I had the ring in my top pocket. However, I remained my own worst enemy. When I needed too, I was happy to utilize the piece of jewelry to suit my own ends. Such a time was instigated by Vanessa, once again, arriving in my office most upset.
"Nothing's changed with Marketing," she said, referring to Annette Bond. "She was better for a week and now she's gone right back to be a domineering bitch. I can't work with that woman. It has to be her way every time."
"Golly!" I thought, while consoling her and getting details. "Vanessa never swears. Fuck it! I'll need to sort this out, once and for all."
I phoned Annette with a view to making a time. However, both this and subsequent messages went unreturned. I knew I could have waylaid her in the corridor or car park, but that was messy, so I phoned her personal assistant, Paula Broadbank and left a message with her. Two days later I was back on the phone to Paula.
"She hasn't called me back yet Paula," I complained.
"She has the message Robert. I'm sure she'll call you shortly."
"I don't think she will Paula. I think I need to come over there."
"Oh no, don't do that. She won't allow anyone past me without an appointment, as noted in her appointment book," the officious PA said.
Paula was starting to piss me off. Loyalty to her Boss was one thing, but we'd both been at the Company far longer than Annette Bond.
"Where's her loyalty to old mates?" I wondered, feeling anger, which I held under control.
"So where is the appointment book located Paula?"
"I hold it," she said very quietly. "It's here on my desk."
"Is Ms. Bond over at Mr. Landberry's seminar?" I asked, referring to the seminar I hadn't been invited too.
"Yes...Yes she is." Paula began hesitantly, "But you couldn't see her there... are you even invited?"
"No I'm not! Thank you Paula." I said, abruptly finishing the call.
I had the information I required. Paula held the appointment book and her Boss was away for the day. I took the ring from my pocket and placed it on my finger.
The young man, whose name I still did not know, was uneasy about knocking on Paula's door. He did so, after I insisted.
"Oh, Robert! Annette's not in. I think I told you, she's off at..." Paula began, beginning to rise when I entered her office.
"At the seminar I'm not invited too. Yes, I know. Sit down Paula, I've come to see you" I said closing the door on the nervous young man and walking over to stand adjacent to where she was seated at her desk. "Or more to the point, I came to see you about getting an appointment to see your Boss"
"Oh, ummm..." clearly ill at ease over my proximity to her.
"Yes, Oh, ummm," I mimicked. "So let's open the appointment book and find a time, shall we?"
"No! I couldn't do that," she said placing her hand on a leather-bound book and sliding it across the desk, away from me.
"So that's the book. Perfect!" I thought, moving behind where she sat.
I bent lower, so our faces came close together, which I knew would be most uncomfortable for Paula. I snaked and arm around behind her head and placed my ring hand on hers. My arm and shoulder effectively hemmed her in, meaning she couldn't move her head away from mine.
"Robert... look... I know we go way back, but I'm not sure this is entirely appropriate."
I could practically smell her discomfort, both due to our faces so close together, but also over the fluttering I knew she'd now be experiencing in the pit of her stomach..
"Poor Paula, the personal assistant," I thought, watching her face become clouded with uncertainty. "Settled in her orderly life, with her main concern five minutes ago being what she'd cook her boring husband and kids for dinner. Now here she is, experiencing something she's likely not felt since she was a teenager, if at all."
"Mmmm," I hummed, running my hand and the ring back and forward across the back of her hand where it lay, protecting the book in question. "It might be inappropriate, but we've never gotten this close before Paula. It feels quite nice, doesn't it? Kind of naughty, don't you think?. Are you a naughty girl sometimes Paula?"
I watched Paula open her mouth to reply, but no words came forth. I smiled at her and then boldly moved my head forward to kiss her. She gave a grunt of surprise, but made no effort to pull away. This first kiss was a mere peck on the lips, before I moved my head back. Paula looked stunned, but her lips remained parted. When her tongue came out to purse them I took it as my cue and moved back in. This time my tongue slipped in to tease hers. Despite having no real attraction to Paula, this move ensured my cock swelled to full hardness. Eventually I broke the kiss.
"You liked that, didn't you Paula? You taste of the strawberry yoghurt you had for morning tea."
"I... you... you shouldn't have done that," she stuttered breathlessly, her actions betraying her desires as she continued to purse her lips, clearly wanting to go again.
"No, you shouldn't have. But you did, you naughty girl. I knew you'd be like this, beneath your veil of propriety."
I knew no such thing. Paula was happily married to Tony Broadbank, Vice Principal at a local High School. They were both about as square as they come. I'd seen them together at work functions. Always remaining close together, carrying on sensible conversations, with equally sensible couples. Two drink maximum and then home early to pay the babysitter. Paula Broadbank was no naughty girl. Up until now!
I took a deep breath and, while slowly dragging the ring up her bare arm, kissed her again. Her morality was collapsing and this time the response was electric. Paula's arm replicated mine in snaking behind my head to secure our lips together. Her tongue worked mine like a lizard, causing me to smile inwardly. I placed my free hand directly on her blouse and squeezed hard on her nicely sized breast. This saw Paula moan into my mouth. She looked genuinely disappointed when I eventually broke our kiss.
"Wow, Paula! You are too much. Now undo the buttons on your blouse."
"Someone might come in," she said breathlessly, looking nervously to the door.
"Doesn't he always knock?"
"Yes, he does!" she agreed reassured, rapidly releasing the top three buttons exposing a substantial cleavage and sheer pink bra. "He always knocks."
I stood fully upright and ran my hand down across her chest to her bra, teasing her there awhile, before pushing on under it, to engulf the soft globe. I felt an erect nipple pressing into my palm.
"Release the bra, so I can better touch you," I ordered, to which she immediately untucked her blouse, before reaching up behind her back
