Under My Boss's Direction

After a few more passes, he replaced his thumb with his tongue, licking me slowly from bottom to top, paying special attention to my clit. I would have thought, logically, he would have to lick my asshole, but my pussy seemed to be doing the job just fine— getting me relaxed at the same time as warming me up.

The orgasm came fast and hard. I usually had some kind of warning, though not in that instance. Seth put a hand on my back to comfort me, as I came down, ready for anything he wanted to do with me. Or so it seemed to me.

The plastic cap popped on the little bottle that came in the box with the plug. I wasn’t sure what it was at first, unable to think of anything that would come in a bottle that small. As it turned out, it was a bottle of gently warming lube Seth slathered the butt plug in before pressing it up against me.

I wanted to let out a moan but resisted the urge. Master hadn’t given me permission to make noise.

Tenderly stroking my lower back all the way down, Seth worked the plug into my virgin ass, until I could feel the edges of the base brushing against my cheeks.

“How’s that feel?” he asked me.

“Different,” I confessed, “but wonderful.”

It was true. I’d never experienced anything like it before, but also couldn’t deny how amazing it felt inside me.

“Good. I want you to wear it the rest of the day, understood?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, master.”

“Good girl.”

He got me back into an upright position, gently kissing my cheek as he let the bottom of the robe fall back down around my knees.

Caressing his hand down my arms, kissing my neck, he took my hand and lead me back toward the stairs.

I’d hoped he might be bringing me to the bedroom for another good, hard fucking, or even to his infamous playroom for some heavier play, but alas, he took me back to the office. It wasn’t that I didn’t like the work. I still loved it, really; it was just that I’d come to see Seth as even more of a master than a mentor.

There were times during which I was already beginning to forget that we were at the house to do work. Luckily, I had him there to remind me. He really was the responsible one.

I’d expected it to hurt, at least at first, when I sat down with the butt plug in, but I really didn’t notice that much difference between standing and sitting. There was a bit more pressure to be sure, but this was in no way a bad thing.

“Continue the work you were doing before,” he said, turning the page over in the Moleskine. “Same rules as previously.”

“Yes, master,” I said obediently.

He squeezed my shoulder, going instantly into mentor mode, and left the room, closing the door behind him.

I was surprised and impressed at how quickly he could change between roles, going from hot passion to gentle professionalism at the drop of a hat. Or, more accurately, the beating of my pounding heart.

I was getting everything I wanted, even if I hadn’t known some of it had existed beforehand, and I couldn’t be happier.

It felt like a cliché, the sort of thing that never actually happened in real life, but the time really did seem to fly by. Or, maybe not fly, but zoom, at a supersonic speed beyond what I could accurately perceive.

Either way, the time between Seth easing me down into the nicely padded office chair, a high-quality butt plug firmly planted up my ass, and coming to get me seemed miniscule.

The only evidence of my work was the physical evidence. A further seven pages, twelve in all, of obscure bands with music only available online, that I thought deserved a boost on Suspicious Activity.

“Great work, pet,” he said, flipping through the book, massaging my neck with his other hand.

I loved when he did that. My neck was super sensitive, almost to the point of being an erogenous zone. Seth treated me so gently, it always got me warmed up and ready for hotter action.

“Thank you, master.”

“What do you say we get that butt plug out of you?” he asked me.

“Yes, master.”

I wasn’t sure if it was a genuine question, or if he was testing me. Either way, my answer would be the same.

Seth scooped me up into his powerful arms, as though I weighed nothing, carrying me like a virgin bride through the threshold of the office.

The rumors were true!

Tucked away on the top floor of his ordinary house, though a door accessible at the back of the bathroom, was a well-appointed playroom, equipped for every sort of kink except the really painful and dangerous ones. No knives or bull whips or anything that could cause bleeding.