On a typical day at the office: You’re mine…

“On a typical day at the office: You belong to me…” was written for BDSMforyou.nl by Mistress Moriah.

The office was quiet when he walked in. So quiet that he had to turn on the lights. At first, he didn’t notice; he was often the first one in the office, after all, since he started early. She had left him alone this morning and gone about her own business. Because of this, he had been able to start even earlier than usual. It was just another typical day at the office. A Tuesday or a Wednesday. Or was it Thursday already? It didn’t matter; it promised to be another boring day.

Iron Grip

Before his hand could reach the light switch to illuminate the office, he was grabbed from behind. His hands were pulled behind him, and he felt them being held in place by the iron grip of handcuffs. Still overcome by the shock of the moment, it didn’t occur to him at first to turn around and see who had him in their power. Before he could regain his composure, a hand was pressed over his mouth and nose, cutting off his breath.

He felt and saw that the hand was covered with a black latex glove. He was startled, and in a flash, he thought his last minutes had come. “Why?” he thought in panic, doing his best to gasp for air. But he didn’t have much time to think about it. Finally, when he could barely go on, the latex glove was removed from his mouth; instinctively, he took a deep breath before he could call for help. But before the sound could escape his throat, he felt something like a bit being inserted and tightened. Over that, a leather mask was placed over his eyes.

Stand up, slut!

Completely disoriented, still caught up in the moment, he felt his attacker turn around, and immediately he felt a knee slam into his cock and balls. The pain radiated throughout his entire body, and he cringed. He didn’t get far, however, when he felt himself being pulled up by his hair. Out of the silence, he suddenly heard a clear but twisted woman’s voice hissing at him: “Stand, slut! Soon you’ll have plenty of time to kneel.”

He tried to mumble that he didn’t want this, but the bit in his mouth made it impossible, and the only response he got was a stinging slap across his face, followed by another and another. Through the glove, he felt the sharp rings hidden beneath the latex. They cut into his face, and he felt it swelling.

Pure fear

The Woman dragged him by his cuffs to the nearest desk, where she roughly shoved him over it. His head hit the desk, but it didn’t seem to bother her. With one hand she held him in that position and with the other she kicked his legs, signaling that he had to spread them. He did what she wanted, out of pure fear. He felt her unbutton his pants and pull them down, so that he stood bent over in front of her with his bare ass exposed. For a moment, nothing happened, but then suddenly the apparent calm was broken by a sharp pain in his ass. He felt her thrust something inside him; she took him hard. He didn’t want it, and yet, deep down, he felt it turning him on. Not knowing by whom or what or how.

Complete control

The uncertainty, combined with his fear and panic, made him even hornier, and he felt his cock stiffen under her thrusts. The pain shuddered through his body, and the entire situation took possession of his mind and body. He lost all control and felt her thrusting him toward climax. He didn’t want it, but he couldn’t stop it as a massive orgasm took hold of his body. Just as the cum shot out of his cock, she suddenly stopped. “I told you you were a slut! A dirty little slut. Making the desk all messy! Lick it up! And fast!” She pulled the bit out of his mouth, and he felt her press his face into his own cum. Even though he couldn’t see where, he licked around, hoping to satisfy her.

Rhythm of his tongue

Suddenly, he was roughly pulled up by his hair and ordered to kneel. “Keep licking, little slut!” He felt her standing over him with her legs spread wide, ready to be licked by him. He licked, and you could tell from her breathing that she was apparently enjoying it, and eventually he heard her come to the rhythm of his tongue. She stood there for a moment, and before he knew what was happening, a warm stream ran down his face. He was startled, “Is she peeing on me? But what about my clothes!” he thought, alarmed. Instinctively, he tried to drink as much of the liquid as possible, and in big gulps, he swallowed her champagne.

Dazed

She stepped away from him. She turned him around, and he felt her writing something on his buttocks. The pen – or whatever it was – cut deep into his skin. It hurt terribly, but he didn’t dare scream. He felt her remove the cuffs from his wrists and take the mask off his face. He was too dazed to react, and he watched her leave the room like a long shadow…

For a moment, time seemed to stand still, but he quickly pulled himself together. He walked to the bathroom to clean himself up and assess the damage. His left cheek seemed slightly swollen, but fortunately it wasn’t too bad; however, his buttocks burned intensely, and he wasn’t yet sure why. In the bathroom mirror, he found the answer to this question. Not with a pen, but apparently with a letter opener, she had carved the words “You belong to Me” into his buttocks, and blood was still dripping from them a little…

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Text: Mistress Moriah
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