Heirarchy – [M/s] [D/s] [Mm] [Chastity]

I felt my boss press against my back, pushing me up against the table, his hand sliding around the edge of my hip and down onto my crotch. When he cupped me there, tugging on it, I gave out a low gasp. But I remembered what he’d taught me; I focused on my work, sorting his documents, as he continued to rub his hands over me.

His other hand slipped in between the gap of my shirt buttons as I felt his fingers on my chest, lightly tugging the ring piercing on my nipple. When he’d pull on them with one finger he’d cup my chest with the other, the pleasure at the tip combining with how good his kneading of my small breast felt.

I felt him take off my belt, undoing the latch of my pants and lowering them halfway to my knee. He picked the clothes I was allowed to wear at work for me, and he made sure they were modified for these moments; easy removal and reapplication, whenever he had a whim, while not revealing much to the unassuming eye.

He ran his hand over my red, lace underwear; he felt the sticky wet spot over the front and laughed. He pulled the underwear down at the front and let my chastity cage hang out, before cupping it his palm and starting to fondle me.

“Who put this on you?” he asked the rhetorical question.

“You did, sir,” I replied politely, softly, my voice tinged with arousal. I was trying my hardest not to moan.

“And who am I?” he asked another.

“At work, my boss, sir,” I replied eagerly. “Outside you’re my owner and Master, sir.”

My cock throbbed in it’s little prison as I said those words, which must have pleased him as I heard him chuckle lightly. As he kept massaging my throbbing, dripping cock, it’s arousal contained in the cage as it denied me, I felt his thumb running over the place where my pubic hair would be. Permanently smooth after the laser sessions he had me sit through, and marked with his initials in black ink.

Thinking about that made me lose what little composure I had left, letting out a mumbling, helpless moan. The memory of being bound to the chair, being asked who I belonged to, being made to beg the tattoo artist by telling him whose name should be tattooed on me. I knew he worked in the scene and they’d spoken beforehand, but it still made me red with shame; and yet I was so aroused, my cage throbbing harder than it ever had, the little pool of precum on the leather chair making them both laugh. And even then I smiled, my lips not stopping their pleading.

I *needed* to be marked. I needed to see his name whenever I was naked, to know my place.

He caught onto the moan ofcourse, as I heard a chuckle just before his fingers dug their nails into my breast, while one pulled the piercing out as far as it would go, the rush of pleasure and pain making me bite my lip; the squealing little gasps still slipping through my mouth as he broke into a cruel laugh.

As I kept panting I felt his breath on my ear, moments before he nibbled on it gently, his teeth and breath making me groan with each breath. After he’d been satisfied with teasing my ear I felt his lips move down the side of my head, little kisses along the way until he reached my neck and bit in, deep. I let out a low growl as he held his teeth there.

He wanted to mark me again. He never had me marked enough, and I never had him mark me enough; I thought about submitting more, through obedience, ink and dedication, as he turned my head and kissed my lips.

His tongue rolling around mine, his teeth biting my lips, a possessive scrawl in his aggression as he pulled me into him. When he finally pulled back my eyes were half-lidded, my cheeks slightly soaked in drool that dripped down my chin.

“Clean yourself up for the meeting,” he said firmly, running a finger over the dark red mark on my neck. “Try not to embarrass me, and be ready to explain why you just made a bad sound without permission tonight.”

He smiled at me; a cruel, brutal smile, well aware of how unfair he’d been. And yet I smiled back, lost in submission.

“Yes sir,” I replied softly, as he leaned in for one more kiss.

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