But today, mere moments after him coming home, I hear my office door open and I feel big, harsh hands come from being me and grab my boobs. Startled, I start to say something- but I’m a little breathless. He roughly manhandles them, squeezes them, then gently caresses them, and grazes my already hardened nipple with his hand.
The moment to have said something has already come and gone, I missed it. I was busy trying to catch my breath. Since he’s still behind me and we haven’t yet greeted each other in any other way than his rough caressing of my tits, I decide to relish in this sexy wordless greeting, and decide to pretend to ignore him. The truth is I have quite a bit of work to finish before I’ll be able to engage with him, it’s vital that I get this final project in by end of day.
He opens a few buttons on my button down shirt and pulls down my bra, freeing my boobs to hang out, all the while my hands are still on my keyboard. “Leave those out for me” he says, while I hear him leaving the office and I hear the door close.
Left sitting at the desk with my tits out, I’m already feeling a bit friskier and hornier than before. What a mood he’s in, I think. I continue working.
I hear my office door open again and all of a sudden I see his arms go over my head as he starts to fasten something around my neck, a necklace… no.
As it tightens around my neck and I feel him do the clasp, I realize he’s put my collar on me.
I feel my pussy twinge.
Oh my god. I know what happens when he puts the collar on me. I try to contain my excitement.
I keep working.
I hear him roll the second desk chair closer to me, and he comes around and connects something else to the front of my collar.
It’s my leash.
My pussy surges in another electric twinge I feel low and strong. I love what my man is doing…. So hot. But I continue to ignore as if this is the norm.
“How much more work do you have?” I hear him say in a casual tone. As if nothing out of the ordinary is going on. Ok, actor. I love that he is playing the casual game too. But in his voice there’s a slightly different tone peeking through, an unbearably sexy dominant air.
“About 10 minutes.” I say.
“Ok” he replies. I hear that he’s sitting behind me.
I go back to writing, and I feel a tightening of his hold on the leash, a slight pull, but not enough to move me out of my working position. I turn around and look at him in response, for the first time. I want to flash him the naughty and contented look in my eye, to wordlessly thank him for what he’s doing to me. WHAT a WEDNESDAY. But when I turn around and look at him, he’s not even looking at me.
He’s sitting behind me in the deck chair, legs crossed, busy on his phone in one hand, the other holding tightly on to my leash. God, he looks amazing. He’s wearing his sleek navy blue dress shirt, his nicest leather shoes. Dress pants. His brown skin looks so beautiful contrasting with the bright navy blue. He’s got long, black (honestly, ridiculously luscious) hair that’s up in a sleek manbun. His gold watch and necklace shine in the light. He looks like a fucking Armani model. What a man.
How is this my husband? I think to myself. I take him in another moment just for my own pleasure before I go back to my computer. Relishing the resistance I get from the leash. GOD it’s a lot more fun doing my work while on Daddy’s leash. Holy fuck I wish I could work like this all the time.
Minutes go by like this. My wet pussy is driving me to work twice as fast as I try to finish my project as fast as possible to I can get to whatever Daddy wants from me as fast as possible. My nipples are almost hurting they’re so hard, and out in the cold air. I nervously double check to make sure I don’t accidentally have a zoom camera on or something- I don’t.
But then the idea comes to me that- maybe Daddy has some interesting commands in store for me. I’ll probably want to have those for later. I secretly turn my webcam on to start recording.
After a few more minutes, I feel a hand glide through my hair, grab a handful, and pull my head back a little. “I think you need to hurry up, slave.”
I feel myself get so wet I can barely say “Yes, Daddy.” He gives my face the gentlest little cheek slap and walks away, when he comes back I feel him reach over and attach something else to my collar. Without looking away from my screen I wonder what it could be, a second leash? ”I have a gift for you. I hope it can motivate you to work faster.”
The clip he attaches to my collar splits into two little chains. I feel him caress my nipple fondly, then all of a sudden I feel a firm pinch. I look down- they’re nipple clamps attached to the ends of the little chains from the collar.
As if I could get any wetter.
I can’t help but let out a little moan. He slaps each tit and goes “What do you say to me?”
“Thank you, daddy”. He slaps them again and murmurs right in my ear “Say it louder.”
“Thank you, Daddy!!!” I yelp. I feel his leash grip tighten again as he leans back into position and goes back to his phone, as I’m expected to go back to work. But I’m so excited and turned on I can barely think straight, how can I work like this? I try not to think about my pussy basically dripping past my thong and down my leg. I try to breathe. My nipples start hurting and eventually pulsing. It turns me on a little more every moment I let myself notice it, but I try to push it out on my brain.
I’m exporting may project and just drafting the email I’m submitting it with, as well as writing today’s summary report. And wow I feel like my fingers have never moved faster on the keys. But at this point I don’t even care if I’m doing a good job,
I just can’t wait to get to the part where I find out what my man has in store for me. He clearly wants me to be his perfect slave tonight. And that’s not every night- but nights that have started similar to this…. have been my favorite nights. Memorable, incredible nights. I physically squirm in excitement and anticipation at the thought.
I feel silk wrap around my ankles, and realize with delight that he’s using his tie to bind my feet together. Ooo, some bondage too.
As I stare at the loading screen and try to ignore my pulsing nipples, I think- God. What I would give to suck his cock.
I smirk when I remember I’m already on camera.
It’s finally uploaded and ready, and I hit send.
“Daddy?” I say quietly and innocently.
In a moment I feel my leash tugged and he’s over me, holding my head with both hands from behind me as I look up at him from the desk chair. We could have a Spiderman kiss like this if we wanted.
In a lower, sexier voice than I thought him capable, he says “Are you ready to serve me now?”