Under His Desk – Part 3

She scurried off to the kitchen to make lunch, the pain in her nipples subsiding a bit as time went on. She was pretty sure he had a scene planned for after they ate so she didn’t want to commit to making anything too crazy. After some debating she decided on sandwiches. As she moved around the kitchen she could feel every little tug, every tiny sway, in her nipples. The clamps made sure she didn’t forget that she was just a pain slut for his pleasure.

When she had finished getting everything together, she set the plates and drinks on the table and called him to eat. As she waited for him to enter she took her seat next to his chair – on the floor, knees spread wide, pussy on display, back straight, chest out, wrists locked to elbows behind her back – and this is where she waited for him and until he released her to eat.

He walked in and was pleased to see that she was exactly where she should be. He walked over to her and reached down to tug on the clamps and then a nice swat to her pussy to remind her of her place. She smiled up at him through the wince of pain, she could tell he was pleased with her. He took his spot in his chair next to her and began to eat. While eating he would play with her hair, pull on her clamps, slap her tits a bit, just a few things to keep her centered on him and not let her attention waver. After he was about halfway through his sandwich he pulled out a toy from his pocket. It was the bright pink wireless remote egg vibe.

“Put this in, then you may eat”

“Yes Sir.” She immediately reached for it and slid it into her nicely wet pussy. She felt it move a bit and then settle comfortably as she took her seat in her chair across from him. She began to take a bite of her sandwich as she felt the egg come to life, he had turned it on high just to make her wiggle!

She hadn’t cum in months so he knew she couldn’t handle the vibe on high for too long, but he loved the wiggles and moans it got out of her so he kept it there as long as he could, as often as he could, because, after all, she was just his plaything. She began to moan and her eyes started to roll back in her head as she said

“Sir, I’m so close”

“Good girl, get closer”

“Sir, I can’t hold it any longer, I’m going to…” and right then she felt the vibrations turn off. He knew her too well, knew exactly how far he could push before she went over. That exact spot. She pouted a bit at not getting the release she so desperately wanted.

“Sirrrrrrr, that’s really not nice.”

“I think it is plenty nice. Would you like to see me not be nice?”

She thought for a second, as the brat inside her wanted to push with everything she had. He looked back at her, seeing the internal fight, smirking, waiting to see where she would go. He knew he set her up, he wanted to see if she could be a good girl.

“No thank you sir, you are nice.” She said through nearly gritted teeth.

“Mmhhmm, now eat.” He smirked at her, letting her get away with that little bit of disrespect as he knows she fought hard to not brat out at him.

The rest of lunch went by uneventful, small talk, planning for the week, just normal casual conversations with the occasional spark of the vibe, just to keep her on her toes. Once they finished, she cleaned up the dishes as he walked to the office once again.

“Under the desk when you finish the dishes, pet.”

“Yes sir.” She replied, excited about what he had planned for her next.

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