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Getting promoted to VP of finance at thirty-five had been Brett Andersen's dream. He had a gorgeous apartment filled with designer furnishings, a BMW convertible and a closetful of bespoke suits. Of course, he'd worked his ass off to attain that dream. And along with the dream came stress. Lots of it. Late nights, weekends, tight deadlines all meant that he needed a way to blow of steam. He ate well and went to the gym with what little spare time he had; he'd even tried meditation. But still, some days he felt like his head was going to explode. There was no girlfriend in the picture. He didn't have the time, and what woman wanted a partner who was never available anyway? He had no trouble finding women to fuck; his tall, lanky frame and dimpled smile attracted them like moths to a flame. But that's all it was: a fuck. One time, and on to the next one. One and done, he liked to joke. He kept to himself at work. He had few friends and didn't trust easily. His personal life wasn't up for discussion. He'd come too far to have everything ruined by office gossip and speculation. The only person he really respected and trusted?mainly because he had no other choice?was his assistant, Kate. She had proven herself to be professional and competent and, like him, kept to herself. She didn't run out for lunch with the other assistants to bitch about work and spread stories about who was cheating on his wife and who was next to get canned. ?Rough day, huh?? Kate smiled sympathetically as she laid a packet of papers on his desk. ?Eh. The usual.? He didn't bother looking up, and she knew better than to linger. He heard the door click closed and sighed. Glancing at the clock, he saw that it was nine fifteen. He dialed Kate's extension and told her to go home. He appreciated her loyalty and work ethic, but she didn't make what he did, and he saw no reason for her to spend all night in the office. His head was pounding, and soon he found it almost impossible to concentrate. There was one thing that he would help with that. Usually he waited until he got home, but he was physically and mentally exhausted, and he knew the office would be empty by now. Leaning back in his chair, he reached down and popped the button on his pants, then yanked the zipper down. He sighed as his fingers met slippery satin. Spreading his legs, he slid his hand further inside, rubbing over the hard bulge encased in whisper-soft peau de soie. Pink cheekies, with frothy red lace trim. They were new. He'd seen them online, where he did all of his shopping for this sort of thing, and had had to have them. The tip of his cock peeked out from the waistband, holding it away from his taut stomach. Dark pubic hair curled around the edges of the delicate lingerie. He moaned as he reached inside and grasped his throbbing cock. Eyes closed, head tilted back on the smooth leather headrest of his chair, he'd barely started stroking when the door to his office swung open and Kate was standing there, looking remarkably composed. From that moment, things seemed to happen in slow motion. He froze with his hand on his dick, then hurried to cover himself. Fumbling Escort Güngören (http://gungoren.t2bro.net) with his fly, he pulled his shirttails over his crotch, then noticed Kate still standing there, watching impassively. ?Get the fuck out!? he barked. His heart thumped in panic. He cursed himself for not locking his door. Instead, she closed the door and moved to stand directly in front of his desk. ?You're fired. Get the fuck out, now.? Fuck, fuck, fuck, he thought in a panic. The best assistant I've ever had. How am I going to explain letting her go? She showed no emotion as she sat on the corner of the large mahogany desk, one slim leg crossed over the other. ?Fired? For what reason? That I walked in on you jerking off in a pair of panties that probably cost what I make in a week?? His face reddened with fury and shame. ?Kate, don't say another word and I'll make sure you get a generous severance package. You can quit, I'll make it worth your while? ? She shrugged. ?I like my job. Why should I quit? Besides, me disappearing suddenly would only be fodder for the rumor mill. You know I hate gossip as much as you do. You are I work well together. I think we'd work well together in other ways, too.? He glared at her, incredulous. ?Are you trying to blackmail me?? She smiled. ?Not my style. Look, there's nothing to be embarrassed about here. In fact, I'm not even surprised, really.? He stared at her, stone-faced. ?You're a very busy executive with high-stress job. You put in long hours, don't socialize much... you need a release, something that takes you away from all that. Don't you?? When Brett failed to reply, Kate leaned in and grabbed his Hermes tie, twisting it around her fist. ?I asked you a question. It's rude not to answer. You need that, don't you, Brett?? He'd always known Kate to be efficient and do what was necessary to get the job done. She was quick to chastise an intern she caught slacking off and could be quite cutting. But she'd never spoken to him like this. Who the hell did she think she was? She tightened her grip on his tie, moving her fist up until it touched his Adam's apple and was uncomfortably tight against his throat. ?Answer, you rude little prick.? Brett's cock stirred at her tone. His breathing was shallow. ?Y-yes.? ?Yes, what?? He closed his eyes, turned on and terrified of where this was going. ?Yes, I need that.? Kate loosened her hold on his tie just a bit. ?Good. Now, just to be clear, what exactly is it you need? To be wearing something pretty under that three thousand dollar suit? To be dressed like a slut, treated like the dirty little pervert you are?? Fuck. He'd gone this far...This was something he'd fantasized about and wanted for years, but never had the balls to go after. Here was a woman who not only didn't judge him, but could give him everything he fantasized about and more. It was being offered to him, and he was going to take it. ?Y-yes, Mistress. I want that. All of it.? A pleased smile crossed Kate's face. ?Good. But none of that 'Mistress' nonsense. You'll call me by my name. You'll soon see that I don't need a silly title to have İnnovia Escort (http://innovia.t2bro.net) you on your knees, begging to be treated like the dog that you are. And it eliminates any chance of an embarrassing slip-up. ?Now, since your pathetic cock is undoubtedly still hard, I want you to finish what you were doing when I walked in.? Brett narrowed his eyes. He'd never shared this part of himself with anyone before. Kate sighed. ?Look. If you want this, this is your one and only chance. I don't waste time on pussies who can't own up to what they want. If you're concerned about anyone finding out, don't be. They won't. What happens between us will be strictly confidential. As far as anyone knows, I'm your assistant?that's it. You don't think you're the first man I've done this with, do you?? Brett flushed, but didn't answer. His embarrassment grew when Kate laughed. ?Oh, my. You wouldn't believe how many men in your position want to go home and stop being the boss and start taking orders. Men in higher positions than yours, too. So stop worrying. We'll move slowly at a pace you're comfortable with. There won't be any pictures or anything of that nature until we've established trust. We'll get there. Now, start jacking that dick. I want to get home.? She stared pointedly at his crotch until Brett took his cock in hand and resumed stroking. The cool satin cupping his balls, combined with the intense humiliation of being ordered to touch himself like this had him coming all over his hand in mere moments. ?Fuck.? He hadn't come so hard in a long time. The satin of his panties was stained a dark pink. ?I hope you enjoyed that, because from now on you won't come unless I give you permission. There will be consequences if you do. Oh, and when you do?? Kate smiled slyly??you'll be cleaning up your mess.? Brett gave her a questioning look, which soon turned to one of disgust. ?Lick it up.? She gave him a hard look, and he raised his hand to his lips. As much as hated the act, he loved the thrill of arousal it sent through him. He licked the cum from his fingers until Kate purred, ?Good boy." Now, get dressed and go home. Make sure you wear something pretty for me tomorrow. Call me as soon as you get in and show me. Do you understand?? ?Yes, Kate. I understand.? ?Good.? She smiled. ?You may have thought it bad luck that I walked in on you, but I think it's turned out to be rather fortuitous after all, don't you?? ? The next morning he jolted awake, his stomach roiling with the memory of the night before. Fuck?had that really happened? His sense of trepidation was eased somewhat by recalling how turned on he'd been. How badly he'd wanted more. As he stepped into the shower, his hand automatically went to his cock and he began lazily stroking, until Kate's words popped into his mind. He released his aching cock with a groan, washing quickly and wrapping a towel around his waist as he headed for his walk-in closet. He reached up for a box tucked high out of sight. Laying it on the bed, he opened it and started rifling through the collection of expensive panties he'd amassed, his heart beating Kağıthane escort bayan (http://kagithane.t2bro.net) a little faster as he selected a pair, knowing he'd be showing them off for the first time very soon. As he slipped them on, he wondered what Kate might expect of him. He'd never gone beyond wearing panties, except in his fantasies, but the thought of more excited him. Would she demand that he wear stockings, a bra? He knew Kate well enough to know that she was trustworthy. Even if this didn't work out, he trusted that his secret was safe with her. He was uncomfortably hard as he drove to the office. His heart began to race as the elevator opened on his floor. Kate was sitting at her desk, looking as she did every other day?silk blouse, pencil skirt, heels, dark hair piled on her head in a twist. She smiled as he passed. ?Good morning, Mr. Andersen.? He gave a curt nod. ?I need to see you in my office, please, Kate.? He closed the door behind him, and sat at his desk. Memories of last night rushed in. He took a deep breath when he heard a knock at his door. ?Come in.? Kate entered. The room was silent except for the sound of the door clicking shut. Brett wasn't sure where to begin. The balance of power had shifted last night. ?We need to be clear about how this will work,? he began in a clipped tone. ?During business hours, our relationship will be as it always has been. I won't let this affect my job or reputation.? ?Of course.? Kate's expression gave nothing away. ?If we need to discuss something pertaining to our agreement, it will be done after hours.? Kate nodded. ?Agreed. But with all due respect, I told you last night I wanted to see what you'd put on for me. The door is locked. Be a good girl and let me see your panties.? Brett swallowed hard. Be a good girl. The humiliation of having his masculinity stripped away with a few words made his cock throb. He stood and lowered his zipper, revealing a white lace thong. ?Ah, a thong. Very nice. Lower your pants, turn and bend.? Cursing his choice, Brett did as he was told. He shuddered as Kate passed her small hand over his buttocks, running one finger along his crack before snapping the string that was wedged there. ?I'm pleased with your choice. Brave and sexy.? She slapped his ass. ?Straighten up and pull yourself together.? Brett ran a shaking hand through his hair as he did so. He sat, a hot blush still burning in his cheeks. Kate smiled sweetly. ?Will there be anything else, Mr. Andersen?? ?No. I don't want to be disturbed for the rest of the morning. Hold my calls.? He shuffled a stack of papers, refusing to meet Kate's eyes. She didn't leave, though. Stepping closer, she leaned over his desk, and with two fingers under his chin, raised his head until he was looking at her. ?Just one more thing, and then I will adhere to our agreement. Since you'll be behind closed doors all morning, I want you to go online and order a cock cage. Stainless steel, not that plastic crap. You have my home email. Forward the order confirmation to me so I know you've done as you were told.? She walked to the door, then turned and raised an eyebrow. ?Not that I expect you won't.? ... Later that morning, Brett forwarded the confirmation email as Kate had requested. He imagined her hands on his limp cock, stuffing it into the unforgiving metal of the cock cage for?an hour? A day? He shivered, wondering if it would be used for punishment or become a part of his daily routine.