Printer whirs in the corner. Door clicks shut, locked. Coffee stench mixes with my cheap perfume. Boss’s office. My domain as his secretary. But today, heart pounds. Aménia, that’s me. Twenty-something, plain face, killer tits hidden under sweats. Ambitious. Craving the rush of breaking rules.
Open-space buzzes. Colleagues click mice, shuffle papers. I catch his eyes. Sparkling. Professional chats turn loaded. ‘Dress feminine, Aménia. Skirt. Blouse.’ Friday eve, Nat signs her slave contract. I type it. Blush burns. She strips nude. Legs spread, hands behind head. I hold pages. Barely glance. Feet glued to floor.
The Slow Burn in the Open-Plan Hell
She signs. I countersign. Witness to her surrender. Nat’s pussy glistens. My jeans tighten. He dismisses me. But seeds planted. Weekends stew. Monday, skirt hugs thighs. Blouse loose. He compliments. ‘Sexy, Aménia. Boyfriend lucky.’ No boyfriend. Just his gaze.
Advice drips. ‘Unbutton. Show legs. Ditch bra.’ Heat rises. Printer spits reports. Clicks echo. I obey. Slowly. Tits free under silk. Nipples poke. His birthday? Four visits. Buttons pop one by one. Last entry: blouse gaping. Tits squeezed by fabric, skirt pinning. He kisses cheek. Body trembles.
Next days, full open. Face him. Reveal splendor. Firm, perky globes. No sag. He stares. ‘Pull blouse from skirt.’ I do. Chest bare. Divine, he says. Seminar looms. ‘Nat wears mini, no panties.’ Hint taken. Return: transparent white skirt. Short. Slit. Commando. Blouse flaps open. Tits bounce free.
Blazing Release on the Desk Edge
He notices unease. ‘Show me.’ Skirt lifts. Bare pussy. Turn. Ass perfect. ‘Epilate.’ Done. Glabrous slit shines. Last push. ‘Enter blouse only.’ Next day, I strut in. Shirt short. Cunt exposed. Bald mound.
Friday. Holidays eve. Nat arrives. Door shuts. Strips naked. I clutch my contract. His words mirror hers. Ownership. Nude at home. No panties out. Lend body. Defer.
‘Undress fully, Aménia.’ Nat peels my blouse. Naked. Legs spread wide. Hands locked behind head. Read clauses. Voice shakes. Sign. Nat witnesses. ‘Thank me.’ ‘Make love, Sir.’ Wrong. ‘You obey.’ Mercy. ‘Nat, reward her.’