The next morning, Dean was the first to arrive in the office. He clutched his coffee for dear life while waving his lanyard over the scanner to awkwardly opened the door when it popped unlocked. The lights were roused from their sleep and reluctantly flickered before waking up.
He sat at his desk and started up his computer before turning in his chair and absentmindedly scanning the other side of the cubicle. Claire had moved in just a few weeks ago but had already begun to make herself at home. Several chocolate wrappers and soda cans lay on top of papers haphazardly strewn across her desk.
While his computer was booting up, he took a moment to collect her rubbish and put it in the bin. This had become his Pavlovian response to mess since childhood, and had then been reinforced over his year serving as a receptionist.
Against the wall, next to her monitor was a poster of a nearly-naked boy who looked no older than 20. He was seated in a kneeling position on a rug of animal hide with his legs open in a compliant position. He gazed up into the camera with a sultry look of wanton abandon.
It was Prince Diamond from House of Hella. Recently all the ladies at the office had been raving about that show. Dean had heard enough to not find it remotely interesting. To Dean, that fictional character was just another embodiment of a selfish femme fantasy.
Prince Diamond was wearing nothing but a tiny waistband that held up a curtain of coins which only partially covered his hairless genitals. A leather collar was fastened around his neck with a silver plate fixed to the leather strap at the front of his throat. A family Sigil was embossed on the front and the word,
Hella
was carved into the silver underneath. Hella was not his name, but the name of the matriarchal lineage to which he belonged.
A steel ring hung off the front of the collar. The intricate patterns carved into it did little to mask it's true purpose. It's elegantly engraved surface only seemed to beg for the attachment of a leash.
Dean had read enough magazines to understand how many ladies found a leash to be a turn on. They would justify such degradation as "an intimate gesture of love".
Ladies all seemed to have such simple tastes. A couple of married middle-aged ladies who worked on the same floor had posters of fully naked boys. It almost seemed like the older femme got, the more that they enjoyed male humiliation. He was even more troubled by the fact that nobody ever said anything about it.
The arrogant smirk on doctor Proudcoven's face entered his mind suddenly. In an instant, he was back there; helplessly restrained in the exam chair. Being violated under the guise of a medical examination. His body offering involuntary homage to a lady that he despised. Her mask of professionalism slipped on several occasions during the consultation and her lust for him was revealed. That look of hunger for even more power was burnt into Dean's mind.
The doctor never seemed to be truly listening when Dean spoke. Instead, she appeared much more interested in indulging herself in his naked form. While Dean would speak, her eyes would glide over his chest, slowly migrate down his abdominals then rest on his genitals and move to his butt whenever he turned.
Fresh humiliation settled in Dean's gut as he felt his penis begin to inflate at these thoughts. He never imagined that it was possible to feel such rage and arousal simultaneously. He was broken into two parts. One part was furious at the injustice but the other belonged to her and cared not for reason, but only understood power. The prostate probe had forced him to squirt his essence without the release of an orgasm. That orgasmic energy felt like it was still locked up inside of him, only now it was under her control. Dean thought that he wouldn't experience this feeling ever again, but here he was again; letting some strange lady take his most precious essence without even granting him an orgasm. His heart quickened at the thought.
Dean hadn't had his cock controlled like that since he worked in porn. The doctor played dumb but she certainly knew what she was doing. Worst of all, part of him longed to go back. For the first time in a week, his balls were empty. And he couldn't remember the last time he had achieved that without jacking himself nearly to the point of exhaustion. As humiliating as the controlled milking was, it did grant him some relief. Being able to walk around without that constant ache made him almost prepared to jump back in that overtly demeaning exam chair.
He took two deep breaths to refocus himself, channelling his anger into his work. He was determined to get an early start so that he could make up for his poor performance in the previous team meeting.
Impressing Miss Patel was an extra motivation for him. He was beginning to realize that he wanted her personal approval perhaps even more than her professional favour.
He thought back to the intimate encounter in her office last week. He had never felt as understood and appreciated by any femme as he did by Riya. And he never thought that a wealthy and successful femme like her would be interested in a boy like him for more than some quick sex and bragging rights. But she wanted something much more serious and, much to his surprise, he was beginning to feel the same.
When he first met her, she didn't strike him as attractive at all and he held no prospect of romantic feelings for her. But as he got to know her, he discovered that she was a great leader, forthright, confident, intelligent and understanding. These were all characteristics that he found attractive in a lady.
The fact that she was wealthy also gave him a certain sense of security that he longed for. All of his porn earnings were gone before he could pay off his college debt. And getting by on a male's salary at the lowest wage in the company was difficult, especially if he wanted to look good. These were all problems that she could solve.
He remembered the slightly unpleasant smell of her breath as their lips locked. Her large waistline and round face that sagged from 45 years of sedentary life. Her back was slightly hunched also. She wasn't anything like the typically young femme that he would normally feel attracted to. Paradoxically, that was one of the things that he liked about her. He had always felt guilty whenever he found an athletic young femme to be more attractive. But with Riya, he felt pride in his feelings for her; he felt more sophisticated. There were parts of his progressive up bringing that still refused to die.
Before starting for the day, he checked his personal email to find that he had received a message from doctor Proudcoven.
The message read:
Dear Dean,
I was disappointed to discover that you had cancelled your regular check ups. If money is an issue, I would be happy to purchase the procedure for you. I don't normally do this but I'll gladly cover it in exchange for one date. No strings attached. Just good company at a nice restaurant for one night. I just want to show you that I'm really a nice lady.
As a Doctor I have a degree of authority to administer or deduct a certain quantity of social credit. I took the liberty of looking you up and was surprised to find that you have a negative score despite all the wonderful work you have done for Supreme Sisters. I'd be more than happy to get that number back in the green if you can demonstrate that you are behaving yourself again. Just some good conversation over a meal is all that this old gal asks.
Hoping that you consider my offer,
Doctor Ida Proudcoven
Dean rubbed his tired eyes with his hands as anxiety struck him. He knew how this kind of lady operated. He knew all too well what 'behaving' himself meant. He closed his email and started preparation for the team meeting.
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Later that day.
