When I opened the door, Stacey was waiting inside.

My heart was racing as I positioned the cart inside the room. She watched me enter as she sat leisurely, perched on the edge of the table. After I parked the cart in the corner, I stood before her, waiting for her command.

She gave me a piercing smile, then snapped her fingers and pointed at her feet.

“Sit.”

“Yes Master.” I blurted before falling to my knees before her.

“Good dog.” She praised, content I was following her orders. “Speak.”

“Uh-” I started, confused.

She slapped her firmly across the face.

“Like a dog.” She corrected.

My cock tented my slacks instantly.

“R- ruff. Ruff!” I barked like a dog for her.

A deliciously devious smile erupted across her face.

“Sleep.” She commanded.

I swung my legs out from under me and laid back down on the floor. I was trembling with nervous excitement, my face stinging from her slap, my cock aching and already dripping—even after I had already cum earlier.

She bent at the waist and unbuckled my pants, then pulled my cock from my underwear. With one finger she collected the cum that formed at the tip of my dick, then brought it up to her face to inspect it.

“This isn’t pre-cum.” She pointed the finger at me.

I shook my head.

“N- No M- Master. I’m sorry, Luciana made me cum earlier.” I begged her forgiveness.

“I see. It must’ve been very recent.” She reasoned. “How are you still rock hard?”

“I- it was, Master. I- I didn’t cum, not fully. She only let me put in the tip, t-then she finished me into her hand.”

“Oh.” She pouted. “How cruel. Oh well.” She let go of my cock.

“I wanted to feel you fill my pussy with cum, but I guess we can’t . .” She teased, standing up.

“No- No! I- I can still cum! I promise!” I yelled.

“You promise?” She bent back over and batted my erection like a toy, and it flopped hard onto my thigh before bouncing back up.

“Yes Master, oh fuck yes- Please- I swear I can- Please- Please let me cum inside you!” I debased myself begging to her.

She smiled sweetly, evidently happy with my subservience. She stepped over my body, her heeled feet on either side of my hips. She shimmied her skirt up around her waist, then quickly stepped out of her panties after dropping them into my lap.

She bent at the knees and squatted down, only stopping when her lips made contact with my cock head. She reached beneath her, grabbed my shaft, and squeezed, then teased her entrance with the tip. It was wet, but still not ready. She laid my cock flat against my abdomen, dropped her knees to the floor, then pressed her pussy against it. She put her strong, feminine hands on my chest to support herself, then rolled her curvy ass up and down. My cock separated her lips, lathering the wetness into both of us.

She was focused, angling her clit so that it dragged itself down the base of my cock to my balls, then slid up to the tip where it collected the cum it had milked from me. She did this over and over, humming in pleasure, her pussy getting wetter and wetter with seeping arousal.

She slid all the way up, then rested the tip of my cock at her entrance and wiggled. I whimpered uncontrollably.

She raised a hand from my chest and slapped me again, hard across the face.

“Silent! You will be silent!” She hissed.

I nodded at her, clenching my jaw closed and lips shut, furrowing my eyebrows in terror at her.

Her expression softened when she saw mine.

“Can you be silent?” She whispered.

I nodded eagerly, not terrified of another slap, but existentially terrified that if I said no, she wouldn’t bless me with her body.

“Good dog.” She purred.

She eased herself backward, her pussy walls opening as she sat back onto me. She slid herself around my cock, taking her time slowly, savoring the sensation of being stretched by my thickness.

“Yessss.” She moaned, halfway down.

She bobbed up and down, wiggled, readjusted, then finally, gently, sat down onto me, my length fitting inside her wholly. Her supple ass rested fully on my hips, and I was frozen in seering pleasure. If I moved an inch, the insane sensitivity of my cock would break my threshold, and I would make a sound. I didn’t want to let her down again.

“No noise. Good dog.” She beamed at me.

She moved forward and back, sliding my cock in and out of her with her eyes pinched closed and her mouth open. I didn’t move whatsoever, knowing that if I did, I would get slapped again.

But I did want to get slapped again.

She slammed her ass down hard on me, and my cock twitched and spilled precum inside her, forcing a grunt from my lips.

She didn’t react immediately, she was riding an orgasm, trembling and shaking on top of me, then slowly opened her eyes and looked into mine.

“I thought I told you to stay silent.” She muttered with disdain.

I closed my eyes and braced myself, my cock pulsing from the anticipation of being hit. I waited and flinched when her hand touched my face gently. It wasn’t a slap. Her palm eased against my lips as she applied gentle pressure, and I opened my eyes to see hers flaming at me.

“You’ve lost your breathing privileges.” She growled.

Her other hand clasped around my nose and I was soon met with a vacuum. I couldn’t breathe whatsoever as she rode me viciously.

With both hands sealed around my face, she put all her weight through her arms, compressing my head into the floor. She rose on her knees and only fucked half of my cock, stimulating my head inside her entrance, teasing it tenderly.

“You’re just my fuckstick, dog. You will do what I say, when I say it.” She whispered harshly.

“You- will-“ With every word she slammed her ass back down onto my lap.

My chest began spasming as the suffocation made me lightheaded.

“OBEY.” She demanded.

My eyes listed lustfully to the back of my head as my neck arched impossibly, my hips rose and lifted her off the floor as I flooded her pussy with cum. I came and came and came, my body shaking violently, mimicking a seizure.

All at once I unclenched and fell back into the floor. My cock twitched, still desperately trying to impregnate Stacey, my master.

Stacey removed her hands from my face and caressed it gently as I gasped for air, inhaling deeply and looked up at her. She was trembling as well, evidently having climaxed from my massive load inside her.

“Good dog.” She cooed. “Good puppy.”

My body jerked and seized, pushing my half-hard cock deeper inside her and spilling cum from her pussy down my legs.

“Puppy? Awww. Puppy. You like puppy.” She spoke in a baby voice, gently teasing me.

My cock expounded once more, and she squeezed her walls to milk the rest of me.

Still sitting on my cock, she laid her body against my chest, humming delightfully.

“Who knew that asphyxiating you would make you cum so hard?” She asked absentmindedly.

I breathed haggardly and nodded in response.

“Who’s a good puppy?” She whispered.

I looked at her.

She smiled. “You can speak.”

“Me.” My cock grew stiff inside her again.

“Oooooo!” She squealed and wiggled her waist.

Stacey took one of her hands and ran her fingers through my hair. She scratched my head and it fired every single one of my neurons.

“As much as I’d love to torture you and go for another ride, I do need to get some work done today.” She sighed wistfully.

She gently sat up, then rocked back on her legs and stood. She bent over and took her panties from the floor, stepped in them, then pulled them back up and slid her skirt back down.

“I’m keeping your cum.” She smiled playfully.

“T- that’s fine, I- I don’t need it.” I croaked, sitting back up and stuffing myself back into my pants.

Her beautiful laugh rang through the air and I smiled.

I think she likes me.

She bent over and held out her hand. I took it, and she helped me up off the floor. She gave me a curious, thoughtful look.

“I’m going to need you more often.” She said contentedly.

I smiled sheepishly. “Promise?”

She grinned, then kissed me on the cheek.

Promise.

She left the copyroom, and I got back to doing whatever it was that I was being paid for. It didn’t seem like it mattered at all, really. I was just another cog in the corporate machine, and being a wage slave was entirely irrelevant to my true desire: existing as a human instrument for Stacey’s pleasure.

A few hours later, I was delivering some documents to Luci, and she put her hand on my arm.

“Do you want to get dinner tonight?” She asked, her eyelashes fluttering slowly.

“Y- yes, absolutely.” I replied breathlessly.

“Good boy.” She beamed.

She held out her hand, and I fumbled to give her my phone so she could put her number in. I grinned at her when she handed it back and went on with my work.

The rest of the workday passed agonizingly slow, and I was so eager for it to end so I could see Luci that night. As the day came to a close, I hovered around the front entrance, waiting for her to leave. I saw the rest of my coworkers leave, including Stacey, who patted me on the crotch inconspicuously before going home. She seemed to realize I was waiting on Luci, checked to make sure no one was looking, and whispered to me.

“Save some for me tomorrow, puppy.”

“Y- yes ma’am.” I blushed.

After ten minutes, everyone had left. Except me. Luci was nowhere to be found.

Is she . . Ghosting me?

I waited for fifteen minutes before walking to my car, defeated. I was embarrassingly on the verge of tears when I opened the door and sat inside. My phone buzzed, and Luci’s name popped up with a text.

‘I’m so sorry, I had to leave work early. I promise we’ll reschedule.’ She sent.

‘It’s okay! See you tomorrow!’ I replied.

I waited for a few minutes, but didn’t get another text. I sighed, pouting, and drove home.

The next morning, I strolled in to work still bummed. I started making my rounds like usual when my boss, Gerald, called over to me.

“Micheal. Hey. Let’s talk for a second.” He said firmly, then turned around and walked to his office.

Oh fuck. Am I getting fired? Did he find out about Stacey? Or Luci? Or both?

Panic shot through my spine, and I forced my tingling legs to follow him. Gerald was your typical older office boss: tall, cheap suit, a little gruff, and kind of a dickhead. I was sure I was about to get sacked.

My throat started closing as I walked into his office, and I forced myself to take a deep breath.

“You alright? Looks like you’ve seen a ghost.” He commented on my demeanor, then sat down heavily on his old desk chair.

“I- I always thought this place was haunted, sir.” I stammered in a playful tone, trying to ease the tension.

“Hah. Hah!” He laughed at my bad joke, for whatever reason.

“Oh bud, I guess you thought you were in trouble, huh? Nah, you’re alright. No, I called you in because it seems like you’re doing a decent job, and we can use you in a better position.” He said assuredly.

“Oh, uh- A promotion?” I asked confused.

“Heh. Well, I wouldn’t call it that.” He gesticulated his hand in my direction.

“Look, Stacey, y’know, the manager, she bitches and moans all day about how she needs help. Your job, making copies, is gonna be obsolete soon, so I’m gonna kill two birds with one stone and put you two together.”

My eyes widened.

I’m going to be . . Her assistant? Slave? Oh fuck.

“I know, kid. Sorry.” He grimaced. “She convinced me yesterday to move you to her office. Said you’d be the perfect fit, or something.”

I gulped.

I do fit inside her perfectly.

He laughed. “She’ll whip ya’ into shape, it’ll build character!”

She’ll whip me alright.

I smiled faintly and exhaled through my teeth.

“It’ll be alright kid. I know she’s the office demon, but you’ll get along just fine. Probably.” He said seriously.

“T- thank you sir.” I said, then turned and left.

I didn’t have anything to grab, except for my cart, so I put it back in the lonely copyroom and made my way to Stacey’s large corner office on the other side of the floor. When I arrived, I knocked a few times, then opened the door and entered.

She was yelling at someone on the phone. I couldn’t make out the conversation, or what was wrong, but she was very clearly upset. When she saw me, she stated something back into the phone and hung up.

“Sorry. I’m sorry. Family bullshit.” She muttered sadly and turned away.

I can- I can fix this. I can help.

I nearly sprinted to her and fell to my knees before her.

“Slap me.” I pleaded.

“What?” She turned and looked at me quizzically.

“Hit me. You’re angry. Take it out on me. I’m a bad dog.” I begged.

She tucked her chin out, still confused.

“Hit me. It’ll make you feel better. Please.” I whimpered.

She slapped me across the face. It stung my cheek and made it hot instantly. My cock responded in a microsecond, filling with blood and desire.

I turned my cheek and looked at her again. She took her other hand, raised it slowly, then slapped me across the other cheek. I gasped softly at the impact. When I looked back at her, her eyes were misty, and she slapped me again with the first hand. Once. Twice. Then . . She raised her arm to its full length and hit me so hard in the face it knocked me to the floor, forcing the air from my lungs. I laid on my side and stared up at her, my cock trying to escape my pants painfully.

She gazed back down at me with flaming tears in her eyes, gasping for breath.

“H- here. Come here.” She said excitedly, twisting to the side to pick up her purse. I sat up, and she pulled a small black neoprene collar and chain from her purse.

Oh fuuuuuck.

I shuffled on my knees before her, and she bent down, dropping the collar underneath my throat, then shoving her breasts in my face as she clasped it behind my neck. I breathed in her scent as she locked the chain to it, and she sat back up.

“Get up!” She yelled, yanking on the chain hard.

My entire demeanor changed. Locked in the collar and leashed, I became nothing and everything all at once. The only desire in my soul, the only thought in my brain, the only feeling in my heart, was that I existed purely for her pleasure and entertainment, and that fact was an enlightenment of my entire being.

The entity of myself had devolved into a pure sexual gratification, being that the simple universal fact of my existence and ownership by Stacey put me on the verge of orgasm.

I was a dumb, mindless puppy. Her puppy. Nothing else mattered.

It pulled my neck upward, and I numbly pushed myself off the floor and stood, my mouth gaping stupidly. She shuffled her black mini-skirt up her thighs, and I saw she hadn’t worn panties. She curled the chain around her hand several times and yanked my head back down to her chest where I rested it, her skin warm against my cheek.

I smiled weakly on the inside.

Master.

She reached down with her other hand and expertly pulled out my cock. She released her grip on the chain and shoved me back up, then hopped onto the desk and spread her legs.

She pulled the chain once more and I stumbled toward her, my cock slapping between her thighs.

“Grab my ass, puppy.” She ordered firmly.

I scraped the back of my hands against the desk and dug my fingers under her ass, cupping it and pressing my cock against her pussy. She rubbed up against me, purring in my ear, the chain forcing my head against her shoulder.

My head went limp against her. I was incapable of anything except her desire.

My cock twitched against her wet pussy, the feeling causing me to shudder, my abs contracting my head down into her neck. She reached her other hand down the top of my shirt and scraped her stiletto nails up my back. The pain barely registered, sending tingling signals to my brain which interpreted them as pleasure.

It all feels good. Everything. Anything she could possibly do to me would get me closer to climax, only because she is doing it.

The seething pain made me spasm uncontrollably, and my tip achingly pressed against her entrance.

“Do you want it? You want my pussy sooooo baaaaddd don’t you?” She giggled in my ear.

I nodded slowly.

She pushed my chest up and away then grabbed my chin.

“Just the tip.” She whispered.

I nodded and pressed my cock inside her. She enveloped me and I stopped, my head just beyond her entrance, and let my weight hang against her hand, her pussy causing my knees to buckle.

“Hold yourself on the desk.”

I put both my hands onto the desk and supported my weight with my arms. My face was scrunched, my eyes squeezed shut, and I trembled inside her majesty.

“Watch.”

My leash tugged gently down and I saw her hand descend between us and her legs. Her fingers played delicately with her clit as her pussy opened and closed around my girth.

Oh fuck.

The sight nearly brought tears to my eyes, and I instinctually pushed deeper inside her.

She tsked, raised her other hand, and slapped me hard.

I blacked out. I thought I did, anyway. My mind had reset like a VHS tape spinning aimlessly at the end of a movie. My body recoiled from the pain but savored it.

“Bad puppy.” She pouted. “So greedy. I cum first.”

Her voice reawoke my reeling consciousness, and my eyes focused once more on her hand, which was fidgeting faster and faster. My head lolled under its own weight, and I felt my base evolutionary drive creep forward once more.

I thrusted gently forward once more and immediately was met with another impact on my jaw.

My brain switched off again as the dumb flesh computer rebooted.

“Bad! Bad puppy!” She yelled, bringing me back to life.

My eyes refocused through tears, not from physical pain but emotional, from my own disobediance.

“I- I’m- s- sor- rry-” I sobbed.

She shoved me backward, my hands slid out from under her ass and I stumbled before she yanked on the chain, keeping me standing.

“Down!” She barked.

I dropped to my hands and knees, panting with anticipation, tears dripping down my face and spit dribbling from the corner of my mouth.

She stepped off the desk beside me and pulled the chain up, choking me.

“Walk.” She stepped and I followed, trembling.

She led me behind the desk, rolled her chair away, then backed me up against the alcove. She lifted her heeled foot and pressed it against my face.

“Kennel.” She ordered.

I backed up awkwardly, narrowly fitting my large frame under the desk. When I finally fit underneath, she smiled at me with sparkling eyes.

“You look so pretty in a cage.” She smirked.

My head snapped down and I watched my cock dribble precum on the floor.

Stacey snatched her chair and rolled it in front of me, then plopped down onto it. She spread her knees, rolled the chair forward, and pulled my neck up at the same time. She rested my chin on the seat and scooted her hips forward.

“Eat.” She commanded.

I opened my mouth and forced my tongue forward. I lapped at her lips, hungrily devouring her as she cooed. She bucked against my face as I sucked on her clit, groaning.

“Yes- yes- oh fuck yes- I’m gonna-“

She squeezed her thighs tight against my ears, her flesh molding perfectly into my head as I forced my tongue forward, trying to give her as much pleasure as possible.

“Uuuughh!!” She howled, snapped her legs back open, and yanked my head deeper between her thighs.

I greedily ate, on the verge of cumming just from tasting her. I was light-headed and lightning-blooded all at once. I only wanted to please her. I needed to please her.

She rode my face hard, grinding it with lustful abandon. Soon I was rewarded with her divine nectar, and it trickled down my lips. I swallowed it, savoring every last drop.

She sighed deeply, her thighs and grip on my chain relaxing. She let me sit back under the desk where I sat, panting.

“Good- Puppy-“ She gasped, trembling slightly then regaining composure.

She looked down under the table and pushed her heel into my lap. Her eyes snapped up as a knock rung on the door.

“Come in.” She said, her voice barely registering the multiple orgasms she had just achieved.

I was struck with fear, but she dug her heel deeper into my crotch, forcing me to be silent.

The door opened, and I heard footsteps walking into the office.

“Luci.” Stacey said with a smile.

Oh fuck.

“Hey, um, have you seen . . “ Luci’s voice trailed off.

Fuck. Fuck. She can see my feet under the desk.

“I’m training my new assistant.” Stacey said unabashedly.

“Oh- Kay- I’ll come back later.” Luci said awkwardly and turned to leave.

Her footsteps were much quicker to exit, and she shut the door behind her. Stacey looked back under the desk into my terrified eyes.

“Oops.” She giggled mischievously.