Fucktoy kneels in its favourite, exquisitely pretty lingerie at the side of my desk, a blindfold tied securely and a ring had keeping its face hole open for my convenience. Its wrists and ankles cuffed behind its back, probably unnecessary given its desire to serve but I don't need to deal with distractions so it remains restrained.

I have to work this weekend, but I’ve promised it a special time so it accompanies me as stress relief.

Its wand is pressed in just the right spot that makes it squirt, but set on low so that it just rumbles away without ever reaching satisfaction. A small increase in the power and something to hump would quickly change that, but that’s unlikely for at least an hour or two.

It kneels on a neat rectangle of newspaper that I had to make a special trip to the shop for, because who the hell buys newspapers these days? Old fashioned, but I like the association with a filthy garden tool that you don’t really want to bring in the house..

The Saturday Guardian, specifically, nice and thick. The Mail was bigger still, but even my depravity has its limits.

I work, and almost forget about its pathetic presence as I make good progress on an undisturbed day in the office. Now and then, as I finish responding to a client email I give it a moment of attention with a harshly twisted nipple or a gentle kick in the cunt.

After a couple of hours I feel like I've earned a break and wander off to get some coffee. I bring it back to the office and stand in front of Fucktoy as I sip. Its drool has soaked the expensive lace of its bra and is almost at its belly button now. I casually unzip and let my cock fall out of my fly. It's thick and heavy, but not fully hard yet. I lean forward, resting my mug on its head and let the tip find the mouth hole of its ring gag.

Immediately, with a moan and a slurp and a fresh wave of drool Fucktoy eagerly lurches forward, almost spilling my coffee. I step back and give it another tap of the toe of my boot on its clit. It squirms and keens and settles back into its position.

The drool is oozing out of its navel now, leaving a shiny trail towards the pretty mesh of its knickers.

I step forward again, harder at the sight of my favourite plaything and present my cock again to its face hole. This time it's a more respectful yet still eager suck, and its talented and well trained tongue swirls and licks every spot that makes me shiver. I reward with a balls deep lunge, pushing all the way in until I feel its head against my stomach. Still its tongue works, reaching out along my shaft to play with my full balls.

I count to ten in my head and pull back again. I wipe some of the drool off in its long hair and pat it gently on the head. As much as I enjoy the face fucking, I don't want to spoil my Fucktoy too much yet. I click the wand up a couple of notches, getting a squirm and a bubble of saliva in response, and go back to ignoring it.

I finish my coffee and get back to work, ticking off more of my to-do list. Soon I'm finished, and turn my attention back to my company. The line of drool has now reached it's knickers and soaked the front. Not quite as much as I might like, but a very good start.

I turn in my office chair, and reach forward to grab a handful of the hair on Fucktoy's head. It staggers forward on its knees as I pull, but catches its balance and shuffles forward off the newspaper towards me.

I reach down and turn the wand to a higher setting, and Fucktoy humps the air immediately. It knows what's coming next, and is already leaning forward blindly in search of my cock. The ring gag makes it drip saliva on my trousers as it leans forward, and I lift its head up with a handful of hair. I'll have to rethink this.

I push it back against the wall, pinning its head in place and shove my cock back into its facehole. This is better, all the mess of saliva gets contained by it's own body now. I brace the wand against its cunt with my foot and it humps.

Between its incredibly talented tongue and my enjoyment of Fucktoy's morning display, I'm soon close to rewarding it with a mouth full of cum. I push harder on the wand, bringing even more effort to its sucking. It knows my signs well, and does exactly what's needed to make me cum. Slurping and moaning and a squeak of delight as the first spray of cum coats the roof if its mouth and slides down its throat.

I stay balls deep in its hole as my cock pulses and begins to diminish, not moving as I know it enjoys this part. I start to pull back, but it holds on tight, sucking noisily through the ring gag. Fucktoy wants me to keep my cock there as it cums, I realise.

Deciding to reward it, I push back in, pinning its head against the wall once more with my stomach. It humps against the wand, taking my return as permission. I'll decide later whether to address that presumption with an appropriate punishment, but for now I let it play.

It's hips buck, and I work my foot harder against the wand, finding just the right spot again as Fucktoy humps against it.

"Come on Holes, this is your only chance. Make it quick."

A whimper and a slurp, and then Fucktoy tenses and squirms and squirts on my shoe as it cums hard. I support her body as she leans into me, unbuckling the ring gag behind her head and slipping off her blindfold.

She blinks up at me, face shiny with cum and drool and grins.

I uncuff her and lift her to her feet, her legs unstable and numb after kneeling for so long. Soon her breathing returns to normal, and we kiss deeply.

Finally she's able to stand, wet lingerie and messy hair and drool down her front. She's never looked more beautiful to me. She looks over at my screen and smiles mischievously, "Oh good, you've finally finished the work I gave you last week. Maybe I won't have to discipline you after all…"