by Cyan
Copyright 2004 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
"Good morning, Christy," I said. I am perfectly friendly, but I can't resist giving them a smile that I just know gives them pause. I like to get in early, before everyone, and Christy was the second one in.
"Good--uh, Kate," she answered. I saw her blush as she stumbled over her words, turned, and darted on to her office.
Sure, someone like Christy could conceivably be nervous around her boss's assistant in any case, despite her professional position, but there could be no doubt what made her stumble whenever she tried to talk to me. I still remember the afternoon, Christy, naked, leaning over her own desk. Taking it, in the ass. It had been a little challenging getting her there, but it turns out that she responds to a soft touch. So much so, that after she is aroused, she'll take other kinds of touches, begging for more. Of course, what she got was up the ass. God it was fun shoving it into her.
Even as I mused about Christy, Paul came through and I gave him his good morning. He has this funny way of getting shifty-eyed when I talk to him, that I have to school myself to keep from smiling. He was so easy, there was no sport at all in getting him to take it.
Peg is the one who seems to have handled it the best. She's able to hold my eyes even as I greet her, and as usual, gave me a smile. She'd obviously enjoyed every second of the act, and of course, I've been good enough to give her more of what she wants ever since. God, she has a cute ass.
Jim, of course, as boss, has to tell me what to do. He's developed this way of doing it without more than fleeting eye contact. I follow orders, naturally, or the whole place would fall apart. Within reason of course, and my judgment has saved Jim's ass on occasion. So I suppose it's only fair that his ass belongs to me. He mumbled a hello and went through to his own office.
As usual, Paula just avoided me, and she is definitely going to pay for that. It's not often I get so worked up about it, but something about Paula's attitude needs correction. She certainly displayed a better attitude the first time I gave it to her. I fear she should be getting it every day, since it does her such good.
Sandra is new, and I'm working out my plans. She's quite friendly and gave me a cheerful greeting that morning without prompting. She most definitely still looked at her job as a welcome new adventure. I couldn't wait to show her the rest of the story.
Once everyone was settled and working, I decided to give Cynthia a call before taking care of the Paula-issue. We have an office on the other side of town, where Cynthia holds court. "Got 'em all in line?" she asked.
I told her about Paula. "Send her my way," said Cynthia. "I'll keep her attitude in mind anytime she's over here." Of course, Cynthia's offer wasn't merely for my benefit, but she had sent Jeff my way a couple of times, and boy was it a trip doing him. He's gorgeous, and totally submissive to the act. "Remember my new toy," said Cynthia.
Reminded, I certainly did. Her new cane, and it occurred to me that anytime I sent her someone, they might be getting far more than I bargained for. Canes aren't my thing, and I wondered why Cynthia wasn't satisfied with the strap-on. I even felt for Paula, a little, and wondered whether I should talk to Cynthia about refraining from that sort of thing when I send her someone. I certainly didn't want to send Sandra too soon, given that. "By the way," Cynthia added, "how did the visit go?"
Ah, the pair from corporate, Craig, and his assistant, Anne. Like far too many men, Craig practically yanked his pants down as soon as he had an inkling what was up. Anne was another matter, hardly believing what she was agreeing to. But when I fingered her tits while inside her, she seemed to like it well enough, and I almost had to stuff something in her mouth. Cynthia was definitely diverted by my account.
"And you didn't send her to me?" complained Cynthia.
"You mustn't be too greedy," I answered. "I do have to play it by ear, especially with these shorter visits."
There was silence, almost making me wonder if Cynthia were actually taking the issue seriously. I'd naturally taken her question as a joke. "I certainly send you enough to keep you occupied," I said, "And remember who introduced you to these pleasures in the first place."
"Oh, so you're going to pull rank on me," Cynthia said.
I thought. "Hm," I said. "Perhaps you need a little reminder where you stand." Cynthia had certainly lain over many a desk offering her ass to me. I thought about the way I had made her strip naked and take it, before I'd come to see that she would do wonderfully in my own role, and set her up with her own harem.
She laughed. "Come on down, any time, and we'll see..."
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"Is that why you began?" said Cynthia. "Because you were giving us all what you yourself wanted?" She had a finger on my clitoris. She was in me good, shoved in all the way, but it was that finger that was driving me crazy. I struggled, but the wrist restraints held me fast, hands behind me. She was certainly getting into the bondage stuff. She laughed. "What's that matter, my dear mentor? Are you finding it fascinating to have the actual experience instead of living it through your prey?" I couldn't think, and I struggled to figure out how things had turned around so quickly. How had I thought that my getting naked would lure her back into it? Why hadn't I seen? "I think we need to set up a little schedule," said Cynthia.
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